Zhang Yi found the clue.

Behind the pendant, there was originally a dead tree without leaves.

But now there is not only an extra young leaf on it, but also an extra fruit on the withered branch.

There are rough textures on the fruit, and these textures are tangled together, resembling human eyes.

It seems that because the pendant swallowed up the power in Zhang Shulai's shrine, he also possesses some kind of supernatural ability.

This can be considered a good harvest.

From now on, when walking on the street, I will at least be able to tell clearly whether the person in front of me is a human or a ghost.

"This is not a good thing. Be careful and don't look at those lonely ghosts.

If they find out you can see them,

Unless you help them fulfill a wish, they may keep pestering you."

Dai Moli learned that he could see lonely ghosts on the road, and immediately warned him in a low voice.

Zhang Yi doesn't really care about this.

"Well...I don't mind taking them on as employees."

Of course, behind this sentence, there is another standard, which is to be beautiful, have good craftsmanship, and the most important thing is to be able to earn business for yourself.

After this adventure, Zhang Yi has a new understanding of the importance of turnover.

The greater the turnover, the more props you can redeem, and you will be able to deal with dangers.

If Zhuang Ning hadn't brought his friends to spend money before coming to the theater, which allowed him to accumulate 600 sales and successfully redeemed five life-saving talismans, he might have died here the night before.

"Moli, tell me, who is my father?"

"Bad guy!"

"I'm talking about his abilities."

He can detain Mrs. Qing, open a ghost theater, and detain the ghosts of a theater troupe to work for him.

These abilities are too incredible.

After taking over the massage parlor, what he encountered was weird enough.

But compared to Zhang Shu, it is really not worth mentioning.

Zhang Yi even suspected that there should be more than one such place.

"I don't know either, but..."

Dai Moli said halfway, paused for a while, and then continued: "I think he may not be dead."

"In other words, even if he dies, it might not be a good thing."

"Yes, ordinary people can become ghosts, let alone him!"

Zhang Yi nodded.

The two of them talked about Uncle Zeng again.

Is this old employee in the massage parlor a human or a ghost?

Is he really just an ordinary employee?

"Uncle Zeng, he strikes me as a very conservative person. I don't know if he is an ordinary person, but he must be alive."

Dai Moli said with certainty.

"Ignore him. When I figure out the whole reason, we will leave there. At worst, we can go out alone."

Zhang Yi is still very repelled by massage parlors.

Especially after what happened at the theater, he had a deeper understanding of Zhang Shulai, a scumbag.

I used to think he was just a scumbag, but now I realize that this guy is not only a scumbag, but also a bad guy.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yi took out the key and unlocked the door.

"Ding bell, jingle bell."

After closing the door, Zhang Yi did not turn on the light.

Now in the darkness, his vision was not affected at all.

Dark vision.

This can be regarded as a kind of ability of his eyes. Zhang Yi noticed it on the way home.

The reason why he didn't turn on the light was not to test his ability, but because he was really tired and was afraid that turning on the light would attract customers.

After all, he and Dai Moli were really tired after spending the whole night.

"Go to rest early. You have worked hard today."

"Yeah, but I'm a little hungry."

"I'll give you some incense."

Zhang Yi was about to go to the shrine to get some incense when he was suddenly startled. He reached out and patted Dai Moli on the shoulder, motioning her to look in the mirror.

The angle through the mirror.

Behind the partition curtain, there was a man standing with a kitchen knife in his hand.

If it were before, with such a dark sight and hiding behind the curtain, Zhang Yi would definitely not be able to find the other party.

However, at this moment, he could see clearly, even the contours of the other person's face.

It's Lao Wang.

Of course not Lao Wang next door.

He is Mrs. Qing’s good apprentice, Wang Jie.

Zhang Yi turned around and locked the door first.

He still didn't turn on the light and took out the black box from his arms.

"Old Wang?"

The figure behind the curtain trembled.

Zhang Yi could clearly see the shock on his face.

"No, maybe I should call you Mr. Wang Jie or Mr. Li Zheng, right."

The curtain was opened.

Lao Wang came out with a knife.

"As expected, you still know that you, like your former boss, have the ability to communicate with ghosts."

After speaking, Lao Wang shook his head again: "No, it's different. If it were him, you would have been able to directly control me on the first day we met."

He was obviously thinking of some bad memories, and the knife in his hand couldn't stop shaking.

"Oh, so you have suspected me from the beginning, so you were deliberately following me in the supermarket yesterday?

Including coming to the store and telling me the story of Mrs. Qing.

On the one hand, it’s a temptation, and on the other hand, it doesn’t want me to continue looking.”

Zhang Yi sat on the massage chair, lying flat. Although the chair was a bit broken, it felt good to sit on it.

"Yes, no one in this street still remembers Mrs. Qing. I don't know what the relationship is between you and the former boss, but I think this store can use another owner."

Lao Wang raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and his eyes gradually became fierce. According to his past style, he should have rushed forward and killed this kid long ago.

But the room was too dark, so he didn't dare to rush forward rashly.

"Save your life. After all, this is my store. If someone loses his life, it will be very troublesome."

Lao Wang shook the knife in his hand: "Do you think it's possible?"

Zhang Yi didn't say anything. He took out his mobile phone, turned on the player, clicked a piece of music, and turned the volume to the maximum.

"Click!"

The black box was opened, and a stream of black liquid flowed out of the box.

In an instant, the temperature in the room began to drop rapidly. Zhang Yi looked sideways at the mirror and saw that the figures in the mirror gradually became clearer one after another. He simply closed his eyes.

Seeing that the light in the room was getting darker and darker, and even the light from the street lamp outside the door disappeared, Wang Jie began to panic.

"What are you doing!!"

He waved the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed forward in the direction of Zhang Yi in his memory.

One step, two steps, ten steps...

Wang Jie found that he seemed to have entered another space, with darkness ahead that would never end.
To be continued...