Global Crisis: Doomsday is coming once a week

Wang Zichen, who was standing by, huddled behind the future body, not daring to speak.

"The place I'm taking you to now, you can eat enough by doing odd jobs every day, and you can get paid..."

Zhao Dezhu walked on the street and stopped at a wonton shop, shouting to the boss: "Youngest, give me three bowls of wontons!"

"Okay!" the boss responded.

Then, Zhao Dezhu smiled and looked at the future body and Wang Zichen: "Don't worry, I'll treat you to this bowl of wontons!"

"Brother Zhao, you're so nice!"

The future body said this, but he was alert in his heart.

There is no free lunch in this world!

Is Zhao Dezhu a little too good to them?

Three bowls of wontons came up quickly, and the future body looked at the clear wonton soup and hesitated.

But Zhao Dezhu took a sip of the soup, looked at the two people sitting still, and smiled and said: "Eat, I said I'll treat you."

The future body could only take a deep breath.

This is a busy city. This Zhao Dezhu can't drug him in front of so many people on the street, right?

Thinking of this, he picked up the spoon and started eating.

When Wang Zichen saw him eating, he also started eating immediately.

The three of them began to eat wontons with a slurp.

Suddenly!

"Make way, make way!"

A carriage suddenly rushed into the not-so-wide town street. Countless pedestrians around saw the logo on the carriage and moved to both sides of the street in awe.

Then, the carriage rushed past the wonton shop and was clearly seen by the three future bodies who were eating wontons in the shop.

The future body looked at Zhao Dezhu and noticed the envious look in Zhao Dezhu's eyes.

"Brother Zhao, can carriages run rampant in towns?" He asked with a curious look.

In fact, he also knew that carriages were absolutely not allowed to run rampant in towns.

He had seen several carriages entering the city gate before, and also noticed that the people driving the carriages all got off the carriages after entering the city. It was obvious that driving a carriage in Jiangmu Town was prohibited.

And this carriage passed by, so the owner of the carriage must be of a prominent status.

"That is the famous ghost-killing master in the town, Master Li Yuntian. Whether he is a ghost-killing master or a talisman master, he has the qualifications to drive a carriage in the town and open an academy to accept disciples." Zhao Dezhu explained.

Then, he said with envy: "If you can become a master, you can have your own courtyard and get great benefits. Our master Li Yuntian not only has a large courtyard of more than 200 square meters, but also married 12 beautiful concubines. The academy he opened has more than 100 disciples. You should know that every disciple has to pay 200 taels of silver to the academy every year. This money is enough to buy a small house on the edge of the city, not to mention more than 100 disciples..."

Hearing this, the future body raised his eyebrows, and then he wanted to ask how to become an apprentice of these ghost exorcists or talisman masters.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt dizzy!

He widened his eyes and looked at Zhao Dezhu in disbelief:

The wontons are poisonous!

This is the last thought of the future body.

With two "plops", the future body and Wang Zichen fell to the ground at the same time and fainted.

When the two fainted, how could Zhao Dezhu's face still show the kindness just now?

He walked up to the two with a grin and patted the future body on the face: "Boy, there is no free lunch in the world!"

Then, he signaled to the owner of the wonton shop with his eyes.

The wonton shop owner nodded, took out a few thick hemp ropes from the kitchen, and cooperated with Zhao Dezhu to tie the two up and threw them on a tricycle.

At this time, pedestrians outside the wonton shop also saw this scene, but everyone seemed to be numb to this scene. After just one look, they turned around and did their own things.

As for Zhao Dezhu, he pushed the tricycle carrying the future body and Wang Zichen, and finally came to the backyard of a store called "Chunyuanlou" and found the housekeeper here.

"Two young men, with intact hands and feet..."

"You are also an old customer, just a price, the fat one is 100 taels, and the thin one is 80 taels."

"Deal!"

Just like that, the unconscious future body and Wang Zichen were sold without knowing it at all!

The next morning.

When Mu Chenyi, who was watching the game, regained his vision and the future body woke up, he first slapped a mosquito that was resting on his face, and then suddenly looked at Wang Zichen who was sleeping on the haystack beside him.

He looked around and saw that they were in a dim room, and the two of them were sleeping on a small haystack.

WangZi Chen was drooling down to his neck, and he was sleeping very soundly.

He touched his body, and fortunately, the Qiankun bag in his pocket was still there.

"Fatty Wang, Fatty Wang..." He shook Wang Zi Chen's arm.

"Ah?"

Wang Zi Chen woke up slowly, shook his head, and then looked at the future body in confusion: "Brother Mu, why are you here?"

Future body: ...

After thinking for a while, he explained: "We were fooled yesterday, and we should be locked up now."

"Locked up?" Wang Zi Chen sat up, looked around, and touched his stomach.

"Let's eat something first."

The future body took out some compressed biscuits and mineral water from the Qiankun bag.

Just as the two were chewing the biscuits, the ears of the future body suddenly stood up, and he heard footsteps outside!

He quickly put all the biscuits and mineral water in the hands of the two into the Qiankun bag, and then signaled to Wang Zi Chen with his eyes.

Wang Zichen nodded in understanding, and his eyes narrowed.

"Bang!"

The door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and a man with the title of "low-level ghost raiser" was seen, looking at the two people.

"Awake? Someone sold you here. From today on, you are the people of Chunyuan Building. My name is Yue Ren, and you can call me Yue Guanjia."

"Chunyuan Building?" Wang Zichen exclaimed, "Brothel!"

Hearing these two words, Yue Guanjia's face flashed a hint of anger: "We are a formal place of love, not comparable to those vulgar brothels, why don't you get up quickly?"

Mu Chenyi, who was watching the game, looked at the "low-level ghost raiser" on Yue Guanjia's head. Although the ghost raiser is one of the four major professions, it is a profession hated by humans.

But the housekeeper of this brothel is such a hated profession?

"Butler Yue, the two of us came to Jiangmu Town to join the Divine Spirit Society. If you are willing to help us get to the Divine Spirit Society, we will be grateful!" The future body stood up and clasped his fists.

"Yo yo yo!"

Butler Yue made an exaggerated expression on his face: "You are still joining the Divine Spirit Society. Why don't you say that you are a divine spell master? Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away? You are so bold!"

After saying that, his expression turned cold: "Don't say whether you are from the Divine Spirit Society. Even if you are the son of the city lord, you are now our ghost slaves. If you don't follow us, you will starve today!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The future body and Wang Zichen looked at each other and could only follow him.

Now the development of things has somewhat exceeded their expectations, and they can only take one step at a time.