town wood

Chapter 1 Soul Wood
"Recently, Li Shuyi, a well-known female entrepreneur in our city, disappeared mysteriously. The police are further investigating the case."

"Here, I hope that all female friends must pay attention to their own safety when going out, strengthen self-protection, and avoid walking at night or in remote places."

"Hope someone with knowledge can actively contact the police."

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Qin Fei looked at the news.

This is that new-age company that is rising rapidly, although as a rookie it can be said to be unique and developing rapidly.

But the reputation of this company is not very good.

Especially for women, many of Qin Fei's college female classmates shook their heads and expressed their displeasure after they went to this company for internships.

But in the end what is wrong, and they keep silent, it seems that they are deeply afraid.

However, Qin Fei had no way of knowing whether this was the real situation or a rumor spread by people.

After all, he submitted his resume to this company, but did not receive any response.

For this kind of news, Qin Fei just read it casually, and now he has no ability to take care of such things.

Qin Fei did not expect that he would also face the embarrassing situation of being unemployed after graduating from university.

When I graduated, I was full of confidence, and I felt that I would be able to break through the world, what an ambition.

As a result, dozens of resumes were delivered to major companies in succession, but there was no news of them.

Looking at the dilapidated rental house, if you can't find a job next month, you may be ruthlessly kicked out by the landlord.

Qin Fei really felt what it means to be a penny stumps a hero.

With nothing to do, he had no choice but to go out for a walk, lying in the rental house, his bones were all brittle.

The shopping mall is too big and the consumption is too high, so don't go there.

The coffee shop is too high-end, don't go.

The cinema is alone, don't go.

High-end restaurants, no money, don't go.

Finally, Qin Fei thought of a place where he could look elegant and tasteful without spending money.

Glass market.

It used to be a comprehensive market specializing in the sale of toilet tiles, floor tiles, etc., and home improvement supplies.

I don't know if it's because of the remote location or poor management. Anyway, the promotion of creating a new city landmark was not completed and it became a bubble.

Afterwards, it inexplicably became a gathering place of antique calligraphy and paintings, full of cultural atmosphere.

And it is getting more and more prosperous, and it has become a new landmark of the city, which makes people sigh.

Intentionally planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows make a shade.

Qin Fei has liked antique calligraphy and paintings since he was a child. This may be due to the influence of his grandfather. Qin Fei has been influenced by his ears since he was a child, and he has learned some skills.

Although it can't be called everyone, at least ordinary people can't fool themselves.

When he reached a street stall, Qin Fei stopped.

The other stalls are displaying some antiques that look very old, but most of them are imitations.

There are also some objects that can only be regarded as old objects, which are far from being called antiques.

But this stall is filled with books.

Not ancient books, but some old books, broken books.

It's more like a flea market than an antiques market.

Qin Fei was curious, so he bent down to read a few more times. Although such books are not ancient books, old books still have a lot of fun.

The owner of the stall is a fat old man, sitting on a ponytail, wearing a bamboo hat, shaking a plantain fan, very comfortable.

Others were yelling to their heart's content, saying that their antiques were dug out from such and such a big tomb, and that their own things were made by the emperor himself.

Saying these words, you are not afraid that the relevant departments will take over your stall.

This boss is very Buddhist, he doesn't yell, and he doesn't even react when he sees people coming. It seems that he can sell it if he can sell it, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't sell it.

Just as Qin Fei was bending over, the owner of the stall who seemed to be resting his eyes suddenly lit up and looked at Qin Fei.

Or, to be precise, he looked at the thing on Qin Fei's neck.

"Little brother, I think your stuff is quite old, do you want to sell it?"

Qin Fei was startled, and hurriedly protected the amulet hanging around his neck.

The people here are either greasy old ruffians, or some old fritters with venomous eyes.

Unexpectedly, the amulet that I had been carrying for more than ten years was actually taken by this greasy uncle.

"Not for sale."

Qin Fei refused decisively, turned around and left after speaking.

"Hey, little brother, don't be in a hurry, there is no righteousness in business, sit down and chat, don't you want to know the origin of your thing?"

origin?

Qin Fei stopped curiously and looked at Uncle Greasy.

This thing is just a piece of wood, a relic left to him by Qin Fei's grandfather, who said it was an amulet obtained from some temple or Taoist temple.

Wearing it on the body can ward off evil spirits and kill demons, all evils will not invade, and all diseases will be free.

Qin Fei naturally didn't believe this. This kind of cliché has become a bad street in many temples.

It's just for your comfort.

Qin Fei didn't believe that this small piece of wood could protect him from disasters.

It was only because it was a relic of his grandfather that Qin Fei kept wearing it on his body.

Now what is the origin of this greasy uncle?
Does this wood have any past and present lives?
Seeing Qin Fei's curiosity, the uncle took out a small saddle and put it beside Qin Fei, "Come on, little brother, sit down."

Anyway, if you have nothing to do, it’s okay to sit and sit.

Qin Fei looked at the uncle, "Boss, what do you mean by the origin of this thing?"

The uncle smiled and looked amiable.

"Little brother, do you know what this thing is?"

"do not know."

Nonsense, if I know, I need to ask you.

It seems that this uncle is unreliable.

The uncle shook the banana fan lightly, "Since the little brother has this thing with him, then I won't keep it to myself."

"This is mixed wood."

Uncle Greasy wrote the word Mixed Wood on the ground.

Mix wood?

Never heard the name.

Seeing that Qin Fei was interested, the uncle started talking.

In ancient times, there was a building wood connecting the two worlds, which made countless people yearn for it.

As everyone knows, everything in the world has both sides of yin and yang. There are building trees that connect the two worlds of human and heaven, and naturally there are soul trees that connect the two worlds of yin and yang.

Buildings collapse, heaven and man are separated forever.

The soul tree grows ten feet a day, and yin and yang are connected.

The soul tree does not exist in the human world. Occasionally, branches reach into the human world and are obtained by people with predestined relationship. It is called the soul tree.

Later, because the word "hunmu" had an ominous meaning, later people changed its name to mixed wood.

Those who get mixed up can see the yin and yang worlds with their eyes, listen to the voice of ghosts and ghosts, and can solve the case of yin and yang two worlds, and they can also walk away from ghosts and ghosts.

Relying on the three-foot mixed wood in the hand, it can kill the evil spirits of yin and yang, ward off the evil of yin and yang, kill demons in the yang world, and punish evil spirits in the underworld.

The world calls him Jun Mu Sijun.

Although Mr. Hunmusi can penetrate the two realms of Yin and Yang, and can kill evil spirits and ghosts in the two realms of Yin and Yang, but after all, his lifespan is not long, and he will not end well.

Therefore, it is not a lie to say that the mixed wood is ominous.

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