my past life simulator

Chapter 243 242 [Crying of unknown origin]

"What Pingmei?" The clerks in the bookstore had good ears, as if they were doing the work of serving people, and it is no exaggeration to say that they have good ears and eyes.If it's in a restaurant or teahouse, it's like giving birth to a seven-aperture exquisite heart.

"It's nothing." Could it be that He Zhao explained that a certain book was composed of three heroines, Pan Jinlian, Li Ping'er, and Pang Chunmei, each with one word in their names.

Before leaving, he wandered around resolutely, planning to pick up a few more leaks.As a result, all the books are mediocre, and I don't even bother to look at them.

"Remember, if there are ancient books in the future, go to the He Mansion and let us know."

After the words fell, he gave Er Gouzi a look, and left with his hands behind his back.

"Here, the young master rewards you."

The boy squeezed out two taels of silver from the money bag and put it in the palm of the man's hand.

"Thank you, Brother Dog."

"Don't thank me, second master."

Then he turned and left, chasing after his young master.

With the help of "Knowing the Pearl with Wisdom Eyes", I got an ancient book that is more valuable than the entire bookstore.A certain wool-sweeping master who didn't take advantage of it enough took a stroll around the bustling streets with great interest.

What's annoying is that the price of everything he likes is usually ridiculously high, so there is nothing for him to pick up.

"Forget it, let's buy some bamboo strips, reeds, and sorghum straw."

He was going to make paper figurines, so he prepared more substitutes for the dead ghosts, that's right.

So, the carriage turned around, and thousands of taels of silver were spilled.

Fortunately, He Wangzu will give the children in the family money every month, otherwise he would not dare to buy the things he needs.

After having a meal at the restaurant at noon, he returned to the He Mansion with a cart full of belongings.

"Second brother, what did you buy?"

He Han, who was wandering around in the mansion, saw him returning with a full load, his eyes lit up, and he leaned over to ask.

"Kid, don't ask nonsense."

With a perfunctory sentence, he rushed to his small courtyard without looking back.

In normal times, the fifth brother would have to pester him and get to the bottom of it.

But this morning, the little guy didn't dare to do anything wrong with the matter of fighting against the cheap father. Didn't he see that his own father with a huge waist was "bullied" by his brother so that he dared not speak out?
In the study, Master He frowned when he received the "small report" from the housekeeper.

"Then Nizi really didn't go to the school? Instead, he wandered around all morning and spent thousands of taels of silver buying a bunch of useless things?"

"Yes, sir."

The sixty-year-old butler stood aside respectfully and replied.

There is no embellishment in the whole process, just telling the truth.

The old man knew in his heart that his master was not a fool.To be able to grit his teeth and sell his assets, spend 6000 taels of silver to donate to an official, and in just 20 years, he became one of the top three in Jincheng, so smart.

Perhaps, the only weakness is reading, and the nemesis is the college entrance examination.

"Come on, follow me to see."

Master He got up, led the housekeeper and a few servants to the second son's small courtyard.

In the courtyard, Second Young Master He is working on paper-making figurines in full swing.

The boy stood aside, completely dumbfounded.

Our second master, does he still have such skills?
Take a look at the ingenious paper figurines, they can open a store and win customers from the time-honored brands in the city.

Of course, it's not stupid to serve He Zhao's servants since childhood.

"Young master, if the master sees that you are not doing your job properly, I'm afraid you will."

"Squeak!"

The door of the small courtyard was pushed open from the outside, and the boy turned his head to look, his soul was almost not scared away.

He Wangzu looked at his own son, tying the paper figurine so intently that his face turned green.

It's fine if you don't read, it's a deadly thing.

Why, do you want to use it for me?
"Cough cough."

After all, he was his own son, so he had no choice but to cough.

The person surnamed He raised his head and couldn't help being happy when he saw the cheap old man. It's not enough to be beaten.

"Hey! Isn't this the seventh-rank donated official He Dacheng gatekeeper?"

"."

"If you don't collect taxes at the gate of the city, why do you come here? Let me do the math. As far as I can remember, it seems to be your first time, old man?"

"."

Silence, silence, still silence.

"What, you don't like me? Do you still think I'm wasting money? I remember when my eldest brother got married, you rebuilt his yard and spent [-] yuan."

Before he finished speaking, Master He turned around and slipped away.

As a father, he really pays less attention to his second son on weekdays. When it comes to the swear words on his lips, after being bullied continuously, he can't scold him.

The young man hurried forward and closed the courtyard door tightly, heaving a sigh of relief.

In one afternoon, three hundred paper figurines were made.

"Bring some pastries."

"Yes."

Seeing the personal servant leave the yard, He Zhao opened his mouth, spit out the souls of three hundred cold cavalry soldiers, and sealed them into the paper figurines.

In an instant, three hundred pairs of eyes all stared at him.

"Go into the house and stand by yourself."

The paper people stepped forward and lined up neatly into the house.

Fortunately, his yard is not too small, and there are quite a lot of rooms. Otherwise, three hundred paper figures would definitely not fit in.

"Squeak!"

After a while, the boy returned.

"boom!"

"Master, I think I saw the paper man enter the house and close the door."

The servant held a plate of snacks and said in a daze.

"It's dazzled, I carried them in one by one with my own hands."

"."

Forget it, what the young master said is what.

Besides, in broad daylight, can you see ghosts?

impossible!
"Tell them that I won't be going for dinner. By the way, you are not allowed to enter the house at night without my order."

After saying that, he turned and entered the house.

At night, in He Zhao's room, one eye after another opened from the void, blood oozes from the wall, and white dry bones are stuck on it in a disorderly manner.

A night without words is fleeting.

The sky brightened, and a message popped up in the upper left corner of the line of sight.

[May I ask whether to store Gene Sublimation·Spirit—0.1 attribute value? 】

【whether】

"Yes."

Well, the ancient gods have been plucked, and the price of "Thinking of the Stars (Complete Edition of the Ancient Gods)" has doubled.

"Split."

[Gene sublimation attribute value: 0.1 → basic attribute value: 10]

【Physical +10】

The heart-piercing pain runs through the whole body.

After waiting for a long time, he retreated.

【Strength: 5.5】

[Physical: 11.0]

[Agility: 5.5]

He looked at the bulging muscles in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

"@#￥%&*@#￥￥%￥#￥&"

Just as he was about to go to sleep, complex, obscure, disgusting whispers rang in his ears.

The room was distorted, the soul seemed to be out of the body, and endless silt poured in.

"vomit--"

Fluke can't avoid the symptoms of retching with his gene sublimation spirit of up to 20 points.

"Simulator, you fucking call this talent? How about torture!"

In his sight, the floor under his feet undulates like surging waves, and the world becomes strangely shaped.

Since returning to the mansion, due to being busy all the time, the books that I have no time to look through have been distorted, and each one of them has been converted into complicated and weird fonts.

For a long time, the voice of that weird whisper gradually diminished until it ceased to sound.

He was sweating profusely, panting heavily.

"huhuhuhu"

"What's wrong, the memory of the previous life, the whispers are not so fierce. Could it be because of me?" He Zhao, who had been tortured so badly, lost all sleepiness.

I got up and got out of bed, and suddenly saw the ancient book I bought yesterday. Under "Wisdom Eyes and Pearls", the value has skyrocketed dozens of times! !

(End of this chapter)