Chapter 49 The Belief in Ghosts and Gods 2
As dawn breaks, the streets of Shenzhen are bustling with people.
Since its opening up, Shenzhen's economy has taken off and developed rapidly, with skyscrapers springing up one after another, just like Zhongguancun in the north and Huaqiangbei in the south.
Although it was said in jest, it clearly shows how rapidly Shenzhen's economy is developing.
Those who are the most daring always get rich first.
Zheng Laoqi comes from a family with a long history of learning. He is a native of the South, originally from Fuzhou. His grandfather's generation came to Shenzhen to develop their business and took over a shop to sell some in-demand goods.
There are many Hong Kong businessmen and foreigners here; money is as easy to make as paper.
Their shop sells funerary objects, a business with no initial investment, making pure profit. They also occasionally sell "handicrafts," and their lives are quite comfortable.
But when you walk by the river, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
Since bringing back this great-aunt, Zheng Laoqi feels that his hair has turned quite a bit whiter, and he's afraid he'll lose several years of his lifespan.
Luo Shu returned with Zheng Laoqi and the others that day and stayed in this antique shop, ordering a few people to buy her novelties every day. She lived a very comfortable life.
Although she couldn't eat directly, she lit a fine incense stick and stuck it into the food. The aroma of the food, mixed with the rich sandalwood scent, slid into her mouth, which barely satisfied her craving.
At this moment, Luo Shu was no longer the same as she had been in the tomb. She was wearing a tank top that revealed a large expanse of her fair skin, and shorts that revealed her porcelain-white thighs. Her hair was simply tied up with a ribbon, making her look just like any other girl on the street.
If there's anything different about her, it's that her skin is too white, whiter than fine porcelain; her lips are too vibrant, a captivating red; and her hair is as black as clouds, cascading down in a thick, dark mass.
Black, white, and red, when brought together, create the most unique and vibrant colors in the world, a breathtaking and captivating beauty.
Even if Zheng Laoqi and his men had huge orders, they didn't dare to look at this ruthless star.
"Go, buy me a roast duck, I want to eat that."
Luo Shu stared intently at the television, a rather bulky machine covered in a layer of dust, suggesting that it was rarely watched. At the moment, Saint Seiya was playing, and Luo Shu watched it without blinking.
He only spoke to the person next to him, his voice was cold and clear, and when it reached Zheng Laoqi's ears, it sounded like it was emanating a chilling ghostly aura.
He dared not refuse and responded respectfully. Then he went out, intending to close the shop first before buying the roast duck.
There was nothing he could do; he was the only one in the shop today. Usually, his other brothers would stay in pairs in the shop to look after each other.
Fortunately, the female ghost was easy to please; she only asked them to buy some nice incense, candles, clothes, and snacks.
However, a couple of days ago, Shanxi Province sent a message saying that they had a batch of good goods and that they could go and take a look when they had time.
After this incident, Zheng Laoqi and his companions dared not enter the tomb for at least six months.
But we still need to earn money to eat, and this opportunity in Shanxi Province presents a chance.
The problem is that this ancestor at home needs someone to guard him. Those cowards don't dare to stay with this evil star, so only Zheng Laoqi can stay and guard him.
They had tried to get rid of the female ghost, but without exception, they had all failed.
I've tried everything—black dog blood, yellow talismans—but nothing works.
I've even visited the famous temples here, but I couldn't see a single hair on the white-haired old abbot's head.
They didn't dare invite anyone into the shop to exorcise the ghost; if they angered the female ghost, they would probably all die a horrible death.
They tried various underhanded tactics, but without exception, all of them ended in failure.
There's nothing we can do but endure it, hoping that this jinx will be dealt with someday.
Old Zheng quickly locked the door and hurried to the next street to buy roast duck.
He didn't lower the roller shutter door outside. With Luo Shu inside, even if someone foolishly came, he definitely wouldn't be the one to suffer.
In the previous worlds, Luo Shu helped to complete the Heavenly Dao and was burdened with great merit. Although she is a ghost in this world, she is still favored by the Heavenly Dao.
Even without daily cultivation, her cultivation level has been rising rapidly, and she now possesses the cultivation of a Ghost Immortal. Even if she went to the underworld, she could easily become one of the Ten Kings of Hell.
But the underworld is nowhere near as interesting as the mortal world, so Luo Shu had no desire to go.
She was indeed influenced by the ghost's body, and found everything in the human world interesting.
Even though she was a noble princess a thousand years ago, she had never seen so many interesting things.
The TV show was great, the milk tea was delicious, and the roast meats were tasty. She was very satisfied with her life in the mortal world.
Suddenly, the sound of a lock being opened came from outside the door. Luo Shu glanced at it, then looked away uninterestedly. Saint Seiya was much more appealing.
The person opening the door was a young man who looked to be around 20 years old. He was wearing a floral shirt, had long hair that covered his eyebrows, and a friendly smile on his face.
Zheng Laoqi's shop is located in a cluster of mobile phone wholesale stores. The storefront is small and easily overlooked.
The young man was a descendant of the Zheng family and was being groomed to succeed Zheng Laoqi. He had been with the old man since childhood and had been exposed to their profession at a young age.
However, it must be said that the Zheng family was very farsighted.
After their patriarch moved from Fuzhou to Shenzhen, he shifted the focus of his business to antiques and restricted his descendants from visiting tombs.
There are no graves in the world that can't be dug up; their lineage will eventually die out.
Moreover, judging from the current situation, things will definitely get stricter and stricter from above in the future. It would be better to be sensible and clear yourself of any wrongdoing as soon as possible, so that you can have a good ending.
Therefore, Zheng Laoqi's nephew had never been to a tomb; he only dabbled in the antique trade. Although the items he sold weren't exactly clean, at least they were legitimate.
Zheng Xia was a little puzzled. His seventh uncle should have opened the shop today, so why was the door locked and the roller shutter not down? Their storefront wasn't big, but they had all sorts of good stuff inside.
His seventh uncle isn't such a rough person, is he?
It was a really hot day. Zheng Xia's shirt was soaked with sweat, and he was carrying a bag on his back, which was also a bit heavy. Standing at the door wasn't a good solution.
He put down his bag and rummaged through it, finally finding a key, and his smile widened.
Thank goodness I brought it, otherwise I would have died of heat outside today.
As soon as the door opened, a chilling aura rushed out, causing Zheng Xia to shiver involuntarily.
The sweat-soaked shirt felt cool against my skin, giving me goosebumps.
Zheng Xia realized something was wrong. He had been with his grandfather since he was a child, and the first things he touched after birth were a baby bottle and funerary objects.
He had a keen sense of things; something was strange about the room.
The door was still open, and the scorching sun gave him confidence. Zheng Xia put down his backpack and looked inside.
This shop is long and narrow, divided in the middle by an eight-treasure cabinet, inside which are tables and chairs for people to discuss business.
Zheng Xia peered through the gaps in the octagonal pavilion, but it seemed to be empty inside, and he couldn't see clearly.
Suddenly, a cold hand patted his shoulder, accompanied by a clear, crisp female voice.
What are you looking at?
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