I'm Really A Newcomer

Beijing.

There was an ordinary grilled fish stall in the downtown area, which was unknown how many rings away from the city center.

Business was particularly busy in the evening, and the hot oil on the baking sheet was sizzling. In the smoky fire, Xue Jiang flipped the perfectly smoked tilapia and sprinkled it with special condiments that the stall next door didn't even sell for 500,000 yuan.

Although it was late autumn, it was still unbearably hot near the charcoal fire. But Xue Jiang looked contented, and there wasn't even a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"Boss - ten more skewers!" the shirtless customer said roughly while blowing on his beer.

Just when Xue Jiang was about to agree, a series of small words suddenly appeared on Tilapia's belly.

The slightly slovenly grilled fish stall owner suddenly put away his lazy temper, and his dark eyes became extremely sharp in the firelight.

He brushed his hand over the grilling plate, and the burning charcoal fire was extinguished in an instant, and thick black smoke came out from the crisscrossed wires on the grilling plate.

"I'm sorry, everyone, we won't be selling it tonight." Xue Jiang said cheerfully.

"I just got drunk..."

"What are you doing, boss? I'm not even making any money for the money delivered to my door." The guests complained in unison.

"I'm sorry, everyone. To express my apology, everyone is free of charge tonight."

"I'm so fucking awesome, boss!" the bottle blowing brother cheered and performed a dragon sucking water for everyone.

"Old Zhengtou, help me check out the store. I'll be back soon and treat you to a nice drink tomorrow night." After telling the owner of the stall next door, Xue Jiang turned and left in the direction of the setting sun.

His shadow stretched very long in the afterglow.

Facing the crimson dusk, Xue Jiang wiped the oil stains on his apron.

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Tianfu.

In the bustling elderly chess and card hall, the wrinkled old man cheerfully spread his hands towards the mahjong table.

"Hahaha, I'm fucking stupid again!" the old man said proudly.

"Hey, Lao Li, don't leave. Why are you so damn worried after losing 50 yuan?"

The old man grabbed Lao Li's shirt and wouldn't let go.

"You precious dragon, let it go, let it go!" Lao Li became angry, "What time has it been? My mother-in-law asked me to go back to eat."

"Ah ha ha ha, I forgot that you are still a loner at your age, what can you do?" Lao Li pointed at the three horizontal bars on the old man's forehead.

"I, you immortal Banban, hurry up and leave. The rest of us will come after you. Don't worry about raking your ears."

But just as he was about to start, a clear line of small words suddenly appeared on the wall of cards.

The old man's careless expression suddenly became solemn. He stood up, and the ring embedded in his flesh gave off a faint red light.

"I'm leaving first." The old man suddenly started speaking Mandarin.

"Zhao Gui, if your mother sells batches today, why do you say she won't beat her if she doesn't..."

"Lao Li and I are different." Zhao Gui said softly, "What I want to do is to save the world."

"You're so precious..."

Zhao Gui waved his hand nonchalantly. He opened the door of the chess and card room, and the orange sunset gently fell on his gray temples. In a daze, the old man's body seemed to be less rickety. The old man, who was nearly sixty years old, was running towards the depths of the street in full view of everyone.

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Although there are few people in the alleys of the old city, there is still a little fireworks unique to the city.

Both sides of the street are lined with old buildings, and the vermilion brick walls are exposed with eye-catching spots.

A girl with eye-catching pink hair was selecting seasonal fruits in front of the fruit stall. Although she was wearing a mask, her eyebrows were as beautiful as a landscape painting.

As the most popular little diva at the moment, Song Chuchu took one of the few holidays in the year after the "Dawn" international competition.

In order to get rid of the control of his family, Song Chuchu lived alone outside when he became an adult. After taking the college entrance examination, she was admitted to Tianfu University, so she rented a single room in this old alley to work and study. Later, due to the discovery of talent scouts, Song Chuchu unexpectedly became popular. She also did not deny that because of the glory of the Song family, her acting career was much smoother than others.

Few people know about this matter, and Song Chuchu also regards this peaceful place as a haven for "recharging".

Just when Song Chuchu picked up the kiwi and grapefruit and wanted to weigh the bags, the branches, leaves, bones and flesh of the fruits in his hands suddenly began to wither and rot.

Fine black scum fell on her porcelain-white wrists as the breeze blew.

Song Chuchu mustered up the courage to look up. The normally amiable landlady had turned into a withered mummy. And the black monster protruding from the void was still licking the remaining black blood on her neck.

The entire alley suddenly turned gray, and life gradually withered in the dead zone.

A long cordon was drawn outside the gray area, and the members of China's seventh bureau were waiting outside the death zone.

The dead human flesh foam floated in the wind, and the necklace around the girl's neck shone with a faint golden light.

"Ah!" Song Chuchu shouted in fear, and a disgusting sour juice suddenly filled his stomach.

Born in the Song family in the capital, she would not lose the courage to escape when encountering supernatural events.

But just as she was about to turn around and run away, she accidentally bumped into an old man with half a hair and beard.

"Old man, run!" Song Chuchu shouted with all his strength.

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The Nether Beast bit the woman's bones, which were brittle into dead wood, while rushing toward the old man and Song Chuchu.

But the Netherworld Beast was slapped back a few steps by the old man's palm.

"What old man..." Zhao Gui said softly.

"I'm just passing by..."