Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Cui Hao failed to get out of Gu Xiaoqiang's hands, and was grabbed by Fu Yan and dragged away.

Fu Yan brought Cui Hao and He Shuyue to the supermarket again to avenge their shame.

They went straight to the paper shop in the middle.

At this time, Zhizhapu did not appear.

The three of Fu Yan stood in front of a wall with only one window covered in black paper.

There is a Mai Tai Tai bell hanging in front of the window.

Fu Yan signaled Cui Hao to ring the bell.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!"

A crisp bell sounded in the supermarket.

Fu Yan felt that the surrounding space was distorted, and the wall was stretched infinitely.

Turning their heads again, they were already standing in the center of the paper shop.

It was the old man with gray hair and stooped back who received them.

After seeing the three of them, the old man said with obvious impatience in his hoarse voice, "Why are you three poor ghosts again!"

Cui Hao took a step forward, reaching into his trouser pocket, just about to take out the writing brush in his pocket.

The old man took a step back, covered his chest subconsciously, his cloudy eyes widened, "You...what do you want!"

Cui Hao: "???"

Cui Hao took out the writing brush in his pocket, and patted it on the glass cabinet speechlessly, "Hey! Return the things! I don't want to be ashamed to think about these at my age!"

The old man rolled his eyes at Cui Hao, put down his hands covering his chest, took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, and put them on tremblingly.

He picked up the brush on the counter and looked at it carefully.

After a long while, he shouted crying: "Hey! My Qing Dynasty bamboo tube orchid Pavilion really rewards Zihao brush! You guys split the fork!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stroked the tip of the brush in grief, and wiped the bright red blood on his hand.

"Hey! You bastards! I rented a pen to you, and you actually use it to write! This is a cultural relic handed down from the Qing Dynasty. How do you deal with this matter! Do you think it is public or private... "

Speaking of this, Cui Hao naturally heard that the old man wanted to blackmail people.

He just wanted to open his mouth to argue with this old man, when Fu Yan said flatly: "We didn't use it to write."

The old man squinted at Fu Yan, 'You're farting' written all over his old face.

But before he could speak, Fu Yan continued: "We just used it for pedicure."

"The effect...is not good."

As Fu Yan said, he stretched out his hand and showed the score on his wrist in front of the old man unpretentiously.

One hundred and sixty-two points!

The old man has been in the industry for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen so many points in one person.

Seeing this, Cui Hao and He Shuyue also showed the scores on their wrists.

Forty-two!

Fifty-eight!

The old man casually threw the writing brush in his hand behind him.

Possessing her buttocks, lying on the counter with her hands resting on her chin, she said with her throat between her throats: "Gentlemen, take whatever you need~"

Fu Yan: "..."

Thank you, I was disgusted.

Fu Yan sent Cui Hao and He Shuyue to shoppg.

He leaned against the counter and chatted with the old man.

He pointed to the brush that the old man threw away just now, "You don't want your Zihao from the Qing Dynasty?"

The old man waved his hand, "There are so many things, just dig two graves."

Fu Yan: "How long have you been here?"

The old man thought for a while, "I don't remember."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked up and looked at the whole room, "It's here, so I'm here."

Fu Yan: "Haven't you thought about leaving?"

"Leave?" As if hearing something ridiculous, the old man walked out of the counter, stood opposite Fu Yan, pointed to the empty ground and said, "Did you see? I'm the same as you."

When Fu Yan came here for the first time, he found out that this old man, like them, had no shadow.

Fu Yan: "If I can help you find the shadow, what can you give me?"

The old man looked up in disbelief, "Can you help me find my shadow?!"

Fu Yan: "Try it, but you have to tell me, what is the one hundred and sixty-second requirement for summoning souls in the student handbook?"

Fu Yan finished flipping through the student handbook last night, and the last page of the student handbook reads: 'The one hundred and sixty-second method of summoning spirits...'

This is the end of the student handbook.

Fu Yan has two guesses about this text.

One, this is the way to find the real shadow.

Second, this is a bait thrown by the copy.

Of course, the latter is more likely.

But no matter what it is, Fu Yan is very happy to find it and play with it, Jie Jie Jie...

Gu Xiaoqiang said that the things here are all antiques, and they are only rented and not sold.

To be able to open such a strange store in such a strange place.

This old man is somewhat seriously ill.

The old man's face changed slightly when he heard the words 'Student Handbook', and he thought about it before he said: "I can't say much, I can only tell you that the draft is in the principal's office."

The old man thought for a while and added: "It's not that no one has looked for the manuscripts before, but all of them have been gone and never returned."

Fu Yan: "Where is the principal's office?"

The old man shook his head, "No one knows."

Seeing that he was with the old man, Fu Yan couldn't ask any more questions, so he told Cui Hao and He Shuyue to leave.

Cui Hao came to check out with a lot of odds and ends.

Under Fu Yan's strong request, the old man held his leg and gave Fu Yan a 50% discount.

"No, it really can't be less, you have to leave me two sons, go see the doctor!"

After saying that, the old man stretched the leg that was just broken by Fu Yan's kick to the front seductively.

A hot feeling rushed into his eyes, Fu Yan turned his eyes away, and stretched out the barcode on his wrist, "Swipe, swipe, swipe quickly."

Fu Yan finished scoring and was about to leave.

The old man stopped him suddenly.

Trembling, he took out a wooden box from his pocket.

There is an antique silver hairpin in the wooden box, and a piece of emerald jade is inlaid on the top of the hairpin.

The old man handed the hairpin to He Shuyue: "Put this on, it will help you in the dark."

He Shuyue didn't answer, she subconsciously looked at Fu Yan.

"Since it's for children, then I won't break it with you." Fu Yan reached out and snatched the wooden box.

Old man: "..."

The old man: "I'll give you the hairpin, can you return the box to me!"

Fu Yan stuffed the hairpin with a box into He Shuyue's hands, "What's wrong? Are you going to recycle and do wholesale?"

Old man: "..."

"roll roll roll!"

The old man was furious, and drove the three of them out together with the things they bought.

Old garbage, can't afford it, has no strength.

Fu Yan asked Cui Hao to hold the things while he carried the two paper figurines and left the supermarket in stride.

He Shuyue wanted to help, but Fu Yan refused.

He Shuyue sent Fu Yan and Cui Hao downstairs to Building No. 5.

Then he took out the wooden box in his pocket, "Mr. Fu, this hairpin..."

Fu Yan: "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot."

Fu Yan opened the wooden box, took out the hairpin, put it in his pocket, and told He Shuyue to be careful.

So they went upstairs with Cui Hao's big and small bags.

Gu Xiaoqiang has not come back yet.

Fu Yan took out the hairpin, called Cui Hao to his side, and said with a smile, "Come on, Cui Zi, put it on and show giegie."

Cui Hao: "..."