2851 Thereâs a ghost in the blacksmith shop
âOh, this blacksmith shop is open for business again?â
A group of martial artists who were patrolling the streets passed by and were surprised to see the blacksmith shop.
Especially the captain, who was looking around the shop seriously, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.
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When the blacksmith here had died mysteriously, he had once followed to investigate the scene. Counting the time, it had been less than three years.
Soon after, there were rumors that the place was haunted. There were indeed sounds at night, and a thief swore that he had seen the blacksmithâs vengeful spirit.
He made it sound like it was real, but it also caused a panic, making it impossible to rent out the house.
When they passed by this place on normal days, they would be terrified and would not stay for long.
He did not expect that there would be someone living in this haunted house, and it looked like he was going back to his old business.
Due to the limitations of his duty, he naturally had to question him.
âYoung man, are you the owner of this shop?â
The captain sized up Tang Zhen with a scrutinizing look in his eyes. He wanted to see if there was any problem with him.
In the end, he discovered that Tang Zhenâs face was indifferent. He did not have the slightest bit of timidity that an ordinary person would have when facing a martial artist. Instead, he faintly exuded a trace of special temperament.
This young man was probably not simple.
The captain was about to ask a few more questions, but at this moment, the sound of iron being struck came from inside the shop.
The captain looked around and saw a tall figure waving an iron hammer in the dark room.
The captain was suspicious. This personâs back seemed familiar, but why did it feel so strange?
When he took a closer look, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly retracted his gaze.
âItâs alright, you can go back to your work!â
The captain didnât want to cause trouble, so he simply asked a few questions and led his men forward.
After walking for a distance, the captain heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
âBoss, whatâs wrong with you?â
The subordinate noticed the abnormality and asked curiously.
âItâs nothing. Itâs just too hot.â
The captain said casually, but his eyes were a little dazed.
When his subordinate heard this, he looked at the sky in confusion. The sun had just risen.
The captain came back to his senses. After hesitating for a moment, he reminded his subordinate, â âDonât say I didnât warn you. If you have nothing to do, donât provoke that blacksmith shop.â
Hearing the captainâs inexplicable warning, his subordinates looked confused, but they still nodded.
They werenât rookies and knew that some people couldnât be provoked. However, when they recalled the boss of the blacksmith shop, there really wasnât anything special about him.
âBoss, just tell me, whatâs going on?â
âYes, you can explain clearly so that we can be prepared.â
The subordinate couldnât help but ask.
The captain frowned and looked at his men. He took a deep breath and said, â âYou really want to know?â
After getting a definite answer, the captain looked around, then lowered his voice and said, â âDonât be afraid. When I was talking to the boss, I saw the blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop.
Looking at the height, body shape, and clothes, itâs clearly the dead blacksmith. Itâs definitely not anyone else!â
Everyoneâs expression changed at the same time. How could a dead blacksmith come back to life?
Aiyo, what the hell, this is a ghost!
As this thought flashed through their minds, coupled with the rumors from the past, cold sweat began to form on their foreheads.
âThat, boss, did you see wrong?â
Hearing his subordinateâs question, the captain sneered and said in a calm tone, â âItâs not like you donât know how sharp my eyes are. Even after eight to ten years, I can still recognize each other from the back.
If I say that itâs a dead blacksmith, then thereâs definitely no problem. Besides, I havenât even said the biggest evidence yet.â
At this point, the captainâs mouth twitched and he continued in a gloomy tone, â âNot only does that figure look exactly like the blacksmith, but his feet donât touch the ground, and thereâs no head above his neck!â
âSi si si âŠâ
Hearing the captainâs words, everyone gasped and subconsciously looked at the blacksmith shop in the distance.
For some reason, the originally ordinary blacksmith shop now looked gloomy.
âCaptain, what should we do?â
One of his men asked in a trembling voice. He was a survivor of the catastrophe and was extremely afraid of ghosts and gods.
After listening to the captainâs story and thinking about walking past the blacksmith shop every day, he felt his whole body tremble.
what should we do? just hide. Why else would I warn you? â
At this point, the captain shook his head and said in a helpless tone, â âThis isnât a solution. If it really doesnât work, then weâll spend money to buy an amulet and report this matter to the discipline Commission.
If my eyes are really playing tricks on me, that would be great. But if itâs true, Iâd rather not do this job than stay on this Street!â
The group of martial artists who were patrolling the streets gradually walked further and further away. The blacksmith shop was still in business, but not a single item had been sold.
Tang Zhen wasnât in a hurry. He only slowly read the book and would occasionally write a few lines.
After the neighbors who were secretly observing confirmed that there was no problem, they slowly put down their hanging hearts.
As for the sound of forging in the blacksmith shop, it should be from a new employee. After all, there was more than one blacksmith in the world.
Perhaps the other partyâs purpose in buying the haunted house was just to open a new blacksmith shop and save a lot of time.
With this thought in mind, his original fear was reduced a lot. It seemed that he was indeed paranoid. Could there be ghosts in broad daylight?
What they didnât know was that there was indeed a ghost forging in the blacksmith shop.
When the sun was setting and the drums were heard from the city gate, Tang Zhen slowly closed the door of the shop.
Beside the red stove, a figure stood quietly, like a set of clothes being hung up.
âCome, letâs have a drink.â
Tang Zhen opened the wine and dishes that he had bought. There was smoked fish and cured meat, some salt water boiled beans, and a jar of slightly turbid old wine.
The figure by the fire heard him and hesitated for a few seconds before slowly walking to the table.
âSit.â
Tang Zhen opened the wine jar and poured himself a bowl of old wine before filling the empty bowl opposite him.
The empty clothes swayed as he sat on the chair and seemed to be staring at Tang Zhen.
If the neighbors were to see this, they would definitely be shocked and terrified, convinced that the blacksmith shop was really haunted.
âAlthough youâre a spirit, you can absorb life force, incense, and wine.
This way of absorbing energy was actually a special way of replenishing energy, transforming it, and absorbing it.
Even if a ghost didnât eat, they would still starve to death.
As for why it couldnât absorb World Energy, that was because spirit bodies were born from will and belonged to a type of yin energy, so its state was extremely unstable.
In this special state, if you want to absorb the energy of heaven and earth like a cultivator, youâre just courting death!â
Tang Zhen ignored the blacksmith opposite him and only muttered to himself. The content of his words seemed to be somewhat inexplicable.
However, the clothes that were floating in the air in front of him began to tremble gently. It seemed to be excited because of Tang Zhenâs words.
Tang Zhen acted as if he didnât see it. He drank the aged wine and continued to casually say,âThe cultivation of the ghostly Arts is difficult, but itâs not impossible to find other ways, such as changing oneâs own form or simply placing oneâs body on an object to cultivate.
I have a set of incantations here, you better remember it well. Itâll be your salary for hiring you to forge and cook, Yingluo.â
Perhaps it was because the great Dao was the simplest, but the incantation was only a hundred words long, and he finished reciting it in the blink of an eye.
âIâm drunk, go to sleep!â
After drinking three bowls of wine, Tang Zhen wobbly got up and returned to his bedroom to sleep.
Sleeping right after eating and drinking to his heartâs content, such a relaxed life was simply incomparably pleasant.
The figure at the table was silent for a long time. Then, he stood up and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times in front of Tang Zhenâs bedroom.
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