Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 235 The storm is rising
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and in the long bluestone streets and alleys there was only a paper lantern flickering with flames.

"Close the door and close the window to prevent theft and theft~"

At three o'clock in Haishi, the night is full of people, only a few laughter can be heard from the largest fireworks field in the city from time to time, and the lights reflect people's shadows on the wall.

Hearing the laughter and laughter all over the courtyard, the watchman couldn't help walking a little tighter, and pulled the ragged padded jacket on his body, as if this could stop the bitter cold wind in the middle of winter, and the heartfelt envy.

"Damn it, Li San, the son of a fucking son of a bitch, is relying on his sister who is a concubine for the inspection, domineering in front of you, yeah, and pushing all the work to you in cold weather Ye Laozi."

Zhou Fugui spat hard, and stomped his numb feet cursingly.

Yingti was left far behind the watchman, dead silent, and it was often the eternal theme of winter nights.

After another round of patrolling, seeing that the time was almost up, Zhou Fugui picked up the gong in his hand, followed the tone of one slow and two fast, and beat it in a slow and heavy tone, still chanting words in his mouth:
"It's midnight, it's safe and sound!"

In the middle of the night, that is around twelve midnight.

It means that Zhou Fugui has already dealt with most of his business. At this point, even the sons and sisters who are looking for fun have almost fallen asleep. Even if they are lazy and go to drink two glasses of hot wine, no one will say anything no.

After making up his mind, Zhou Fugui blew off the snot that was about to fall, rubbed his palms to warm up, and then walked towards the tavern at the end of the street.

Just before taking two steps, Zhou Fugui exclaimed in surprise.

This old alley that he walked three or five times a day, even if he closed his tricks, he knew how many steps he had to walk, why did he walk the same number of steps as usual today? Haven't come to an end yet?
Fu quickened his pace again, only walked a hundred and eighty steps, and returned to the place not far from before.

Zhou Fugui raised his heart immediately.

Watchman is a hard job, this is a well-known thing in the county government, not only because there is less money, but more things, what's more terrible is that if you walk too much at night, you will encounter some unlucky things.

After all, in He Niuzhou, ghosts and ghosts are not some illusory legends!
Most people who work as watchmen have their own taboos.

For example, if you encounter a brothel and a vegetable market, you must rush away, these two places are very dark; another example is that you feel dizzy at night, and immediately urinate in the corner where no one is there; when you are on duty at night, you wear silverware and old copper coins from the previous dynasty. ...

It was unlucky for me, and I ran into this evil thing on the first day of being Li San's fucking substitute.

Trembling, Zhou Fugui pinched out two old copper coins from the previous dynasty, tremblingly put them on his neck, closed his eyes and found a corner, and was about to take out the work to leak into the cold air of the winter night.

"The demons retreat, retreat and disperse..."

Zhou Fugui clenched his teeth and suffocated hot and stinky urine, then opened his eyes, finally there was a change in front of his eyes.

Just looking at the scene in front of him, instead of escaping the joy of being born, Zhou Fugui shivered, from head to toe, even the blood was frozen into ice balls.

What appeared in front of his eyes was not the streets and alleys he was familiar with in the past, but a wedding room covered with mandarin duck quilts and paper-cut paper-cut lanterns everywhere, and a little lady covered with a hipa sat on the bed.

Her jade-like fingertips are covered with make-up oil, her figure is graceful, and her feet are on golden lotuses. She is clearly a lady from a rich family.

At this moment, she waved her hands at him gently, as if she wanted to melt his six-foot steel body with tenderness around her fingers.

"Zhou Lang, hurry up and take a rest, it's getting late, don't miss the time."

Zhou Fugui seemed to be able to imagine the smiling and angry face of the other party through a happy handkerchief. The man swallowed hard, then turned around and rushed out the door.

God is pitiful, he is just lustful, not a fool, he patrolled the night well, and suddenly a bright red room appeared, and there was a gluey and beautiful girl, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look right.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Fugui knocked open the door, but in front of him was a room exactly the same as before. The beautiful girl covered with a red handkerchief leaned against the bed, but the embroidered handkerchief on her head was lifted a little without a sound.

"Zhou Lang, look at the servant's house!"

There was a woman's mournful sobbing, pattering, as if scratching the wall with her fingernails, making a teeth-stinging scratching sound.

Zhou Fugui hurriedly turned his head and closed his eyes at the same time.

The old man said that when encountering such things, one must not rush back to them, and one should not turn one's head when someone shouts, so as not to blow out the two sun lamps on one's shoulders.

I, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything...

Zhou Fugui plugged his ears and pretended to be dead, but the monster wouldn't let him go.

I don't know when, the scratching sound stopped abruptly, and then a gust of swift and rapid wind blew over, rolled up a pungent and warm fishy wind, and crackled on his body, piercing his skin like a needle tip.

Zhou Fugui clenched his hands into fists and clenched his teeth, but he was stuck in place as if his feet had taken root, and he didn't dare to move.

"..."

In the silence, all sounds seemed to be amplified, and he could vaguely hear the other party's voice, not the sound of breathing, nor the beating heartbeat, but the stiff friction of joints, like the subtle sound of rusty pulleys turning.

The next moment, the watchman's heart suddenly shrank, and a cold, rough, long and thin claw suddenly touched his shoulder.

"Zhou Lang, you open your eyes and look at the slave's house, you look at the slave's house!"

The woman's voice gradually became hurried, each sound becoming more resentful, and her voice changed from the shyness of Nu Jiao'e, to almost undisguised hysteria in the end.

The sharp howl seemed to pierce his eardrums.

But no matter how much the woman cursed and cried, Zhou Fugui still clenched his teeth and pretended not to hear, like a piece of wood, not responding at all.

crunch... crunch...

A series of blunt door pivoting sounds suddenly broke the silence in the room.

At this moment, Zhou Fugui suddenly felt the cold claws on his shoulders loosen, and it seemed that someone pushed the door open from outside in the darkness.

The icy cold wind came in mixed with the man's curse.

"Zhou Fugui, what's the matter with you kid?"

"Let you make a watch for me, why dawdle for a long time and not come back, it's four watch outside!"

Along with the sound of footsteps, the man's voice was getting closer.

A miraculous scene appeared, the man's voice seemed to have the magical power of exorcising evil, and it was transmitted to the ear from behind, which immediately eliminated the cold and evil atmosphere here.

"Zhou Fugui, what are you still doing standing there stupidly?"

A hand rested on Zhou Fugui's shoulder with warmth, and his tone was filled with impatience and boredom.

It was Li San who was changing shifts with him.

"It's Brother Li!"

Zhou Fugui shivered, subconsciously turned around with the same humble smile as usual.

It's just a thought that has been lingering in my mind for a long time. When did Li San start calling his full name? Doesn't he always call himself Zhou Manzi?
Zhou Fugui opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright red as fresh blood.

　The first update is completed. I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a family reunion in advance!

　　
　
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