weird world corpse

Chapter 23
Looking at the outstretched hand, Fang Mu shook his head.

"Give money..."

A smile appeared on Zhao Butcher's sluggish face, looking very horrified.

The weirdness around him surrounded him again, Qi Qi stretched out his hand towards Fang Mu with a gloomy expression.

"Give money..."

Bursts of yin came out, judging from this posture, if Fang Mu didn't give the money, the group of weirdos would attack them together.

Fang Mu casually threw the lean meat wrapped in oil paper on the stall, pointed at the pork on the iron hook, and said loudly: "Cut me another five catties of fat meat, all fat, not a trace of lean meat, minced. "

The smile on Zhao Butcher's face gradually disappeared, and he kept reaching out, and said dully: "Give me the money..."

"Money has to be given." Fang Mu tossed the blood-stained copper coin in his hand, causing strange eyes to turn around, and said with a joke: "How can you give money before you finish buying things in business? What kind of business is this? Are you a black shop?"

Zhao Butcher's face showed pain, and he fell into silence, as if Fang Mu's words made him unable to refute.

After a while, Butcher Zhao returned to normal. He picked up the pork on the iron hook, cut off the fat, and honestly began to chop the meat with a butcher's knife.

"Do Do Do Do..."

As the butcher's knife fluttered up and down, Butcher Zhao's face became paler, more and more blood flowed from his chest, and flowed down his arms to his flesh, turning the fat into blood.

"Can't stand it anymore?" Fang Mu thought to himself.

While cutting lean meat, Fang Mu found that Butcher Zhao's condition was getting worse and worse. It seemed that cutting meat should consume something for him.

"Give……"

The fatty meat was wrapped in oiled paper and handed to Fang Mu.

At this moment, Butcher Zhao's face was as pale as paper.

Fang Mu took it and threw it on the stall beside him, pointed to the meat on the iron hook, and said casually: "Cut five catties of crispy bones for me, chop it finely, don't bring fat and lean meat."

Butcher Zhao didn't speak, and dully took out a piece of pork from the iron hook, deboned and chopped it.

Looking at Butcher Zhao whose face was getting paler, Fang Mu already understood the rules of this ghost market.

The ghost market is like a human market, the main thing is trading, and this blood-stained copper coin is the currency of the ghost market, which can be seen from the strange and greedy eyes around it.

The rules are weird, and the rules must be followed. The rule of the ghost market is trading.

Butcher Zhao asked him to buy meat just now. It might be okay to give the blood-stained copper coin after buying the meat, but he didn't know what would happen if he didn't give it.

But Fang Mu discovered that Butcher Zhao became weaker after chopping the meat, which might be an interesting breakthrough.

Naturally, the customer is the first thing in business. If the customer cannot be satisfied, the money cannot be given. As for how to satisfy the customer, the initiative is in Fang Mu's hands.

"Give……"

Zhao Butcher handed Fang Mu the crispy bone wrapped in oil paper. At this time, Zhao Butcher's body had begun to become translucent, as if it would disappear at any moment.

Not only the weirdness of the onlookers, but even the weirdness of the vendors looked over, and the whole street fell into a terrible silence.

"Chop another five and a half catties of fat and lean meat for me, half of the fat and half of the lean meat, no more and no less." Fang Mu threw the bone on the booth, and said slowly.

"it is good……"

"Do Do Do Do..."

The sound of the butcher's knife hitting the chopping board sounded again. After a while, Butcher Zhao stopped, trembling all over, and his body was dissipating...

"To the limit?"

Fang Mu pondered for a moment, and there was a vibration between his eyebrows, which was the space in his mind.

An invisible ripple spread from between Fang Mu's eyebrows, stabilizing Butcher Zhao's dissipated body.

Fang Mufu felt his heart, and touched it like a ghost.

[You touch the Ghost City Wraith, and you get a butcher's knife, which is extremely sharp and entangled with evil thoughts. 】

[You touch the Wraith of the Ghost City, and get the Paoding Jieniu knife technique. This knife technique is weird, and it can cut out the flesh and blood of the enemy without blood. 】

Fang Mu withdrew his hand, looked at Butcher Zhao who had disappeared without a trace, and knew it in his heart.

Touching corpses, he originally thought that it was only useful for physical things, and it would be useless against that kind of ghosts, but he didn't expect this kind of operation.

It can be seen just now that the invisible ripples allow him to feel the strangeness of the invisible body.

"It seems that this vendor is not doing well." Fang Mu pretended to sigh, put away the blood-stained copper coins in his hand, and looked back at the weird onlookers.

The weirdness that was watching slowly dissipated, the rules have been cracked, and they can't get any benefits.

Fang Mu looked at those strange traders again, took out the blood-stained copper coins, and walked over slowly.

The weird traders kept their eyes on Fang Mu and made a movement in unison.

Closing the stall - run away!
The strange vendors quickly closed their stalls, and each took their own stalls and disappeared at the end of the street.

This money...doesn't matter if you don't earn it!
I have heard that you can make money with your strength and your brain, but how can you make money with your life?
Fang Mu: "..."

Isn't it so weird?
Putting away the blood-stained copper coins in his hand, he looked at the shops on both sides of the street.

The little one ran away, and the big one, take your time and don't worry.

"Snapped!"

A series of closing sounds sounded, and all the shops on both sides of the street were closed.

The corner of Fang Mu's mouth twitched, and when he came to the nearest shop, he raised his hand and smashed it.

"boom!"

A shock force came, and the store was protected by a transparent film.

Fang Mu tried it with the ghost stab, but it didn't work.

"Hey, open the door, I want to go in."

Standing outside the door, Fang Mu shouted.

The shop was quiet, and no one answered him.

After there was no response, Fang Mu took two steps back and walked down the street bored.

The vendors are gone, the shops are closed, and those weird things are gone, and the originally noisy street is deserted in an instant.

As Fang Mu was walking, the front suddenly opened up.

All the other shops were closed, except for one whose lights were on.

"I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but the man was in a dimly lit place."

Fang Mu took out blood-stained copper coins from his pocket, and with a smile on his face, he walked towards the lit shop...

As they got closer, Fang Mu heard a burst of female voices.

This voice is really pleasant to hear, so soft and charming that it seduces people's souls.

When Fang Mu came to the door, he was stunned.

The shops are all pink, and there are feminine women with swaying willow waists everywhere, and their clothes are very revealing.

This scene made Fang Mu understand that this should be the legendary man's paradise - a brothel.

I am a decent person, how could I go to a brothel?
Thinking about it, Fang Mu stepped into the brothel and looked at the scene inside: "I'm just going to find out about the enemy's situation."

The furnishings are simple, but there is a blatant air of dust everywhere.

These weird people look normal, and they don't have the horrible death outside.

Fang Mu was still watching, but someone grabbed his arm.

Turning around, she saw a woman who looked like a bustard.

The old bustard showed a soft smile, and said coquettishly: "Master, are you happy here, is there any girl you know?"

Fang Mu smiled, shook his head and said, "That's not true."

"Why don't you... How about introducing me to the master?" The bustard dragged Fang Mu to a seat where he could see the whole brothel.

Fang Mu nodded, took out the blood-stained copper coin, and said as if I was rich, "Yes, I will reward you if you are satisfied."

There was a hint of greed and coldness on the face of the bustard, and he turned to the women who were twisting their waists.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)