I open a supermarket with strange rules

So that's how it is. If an ordinary tourist carries more than three pearls with him, he will go crazy in less than half a day.

Zhao Xiyue put down the pearl, took out a business card from her backpack and handed it to the stall owner.

"I'm the purchasing manager of the Supermarket. I like your pearls very much and I'm satisfied with the price. If I buy a lot, can you send someone to help me deliver them to the supermarket?"

The stall owner took the business card and said with a red face, "Well, I can't read."

Zhao Xiyue smiled and said, "You can show it to someone who can read. I'm staying at Dali's house. You're welcome to visit me anytime."

After hearing this, the stall owner carefully put away the business card.

Zhao Xiyue followed the same method and scattered the business cards around. When she came to the last one, she frowned critically.

The stall owner saw her walking around and was waiting to receive her business card. When he saw her expression, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly said, "Sir, my pearls are all of very good quality."

As she spoke, she held up the largest pearl and placed it in front of Zhao Xiyue.

Zhao Xiyue shook her head. "Not good enough. I have already ordered enough of this kind of pearls. I need better ones."

The stall owner was just an ordinary person. He only saw Zhao Xiyue chatting happily with others and didn't hear what they were talking about at all. When he heard what Zhao Xiyue said, he thought she had really placed an order.

I had no idea that Zhao Xiyue didn't give me any benefits except empty promises.

She held her belly, bit her lip and thought for a moment, then said resolutely, "I have something better, but it's at home."

The stall owner looked around, leaned over and whispered, "It's not convenient here, come to my house."

Zhao Xiyue handed over her business card and said, "I live in Dali's house. Bring your pearls and come to see me."

As she spoke, she took out a green bill in front of everyone and handed it to the stall owner, "This is the deposit, we will discuss the price later."

The stall owner's eyes lit up.

Zhao Xiyue left, but the streets were no longer peaceful.

She just gave money to the stall owner. The other stall owners saw it, but they didn't get the money.

Zhao Xiyue asked the stall owner who gave the business card to her at first, "Why did she give you money?"

The stall owner who collected the money said, "Nothing, I just need to close the stall in advance."

Having said that, she hastily wrapped up the rag and ran away.

The other stall owners became anxious.

Zhao Xiyue just told them that only a batch of pearls were needed and the opportunity would be gone if they missed it.

Now it is obvious that someone has taken the lead, which makes them feel uneasy.

No one wanted to set up stalls anymore and everyone hurried home.

At Dali's house, Zhao Xiyue discovered that the colorful flags on the door had disappeared.

She paused and pushed the door open.

The incense in front of the statue fell to ashes on the ground, and Dali was not at home.

The lock to the backyard was on the table, the door half open.

Zhao Xiyue thought about it, picked up the oil lamp on the table, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and entered the backyard.

It was not until the daytime when the light was bright that Zhao Xiyue realized that the backyard was empty.

There was nothing else except a well and a few pieces of missing furniture.

The cellar discovered last night was in the west corner of the yard, with a pile of leaves covering the locked entrance.

Zhao Xiyue squatted down, pushed aside the leaves, and pulled the brass lock.

The lock is open.

She frowned and gently opened the wooden door.

Under the wooden door was a vertical staircase stained with black.

The smell of blood was very strong, mixed with the stench that made my head shiver.

Zhao Xiyue suppressed her nausea and lay down to observe the situation underground.

The sunlight was somewhat dim, and all I could see was a dark figure huddled in the corner.

Judging from the clothes, this is at least a person.

The people underground seemed to hear the sound of the cellar door being opened and shuddered unconsciously.

Zhao Xiyue switched to a high-intensity flashlight, and the dazzling white light pierced the dim air below. The person in the corner shuddered and curled up even tighter.

His thin back was tense, the clothes were made of good material but seemed to have been torn by sharp claws, blood-stained strips of cloth hung casually on his body, and there were unhealed scars on his fair skin.

Looks like a man.

Zhao Xiyue whispered, "Are you still alive? Make a sound."

The figure froze, and slowly raised his head to reveal an angular face. Several scars on his face made him look somewhat battle-damaged.

He glanced upwards, his expression changing from numbness to panic.

That broken gaze...seemed to fall behind him.

Zhao Xiyue's heart tightened, a fishy smell wafted over, and there was something behind her.

"Hehe." The weird person behind him laughed excitedly, "You, are not obedient."

It is powerful.

At this time, Dali's head was almost covered with scales, and a membrane grew on his hands. Green mucus fell to the ground, corroding small pits.

He stared at Zhao Xiyue in front of him, and smelly mucus dripped from the corners of his mouth.

He pounced on the woman in front of him at an extremely fast speed, aiming his fangs at her beating pulse.

The fishy smell was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Xiyue heard Dali's excited gurgling sound.

[Suicide value +25, +25, +25...]

She seemed to be nailed to the spot, and lost the ability to move in extreme fear. Her originally calm expression was broken, and she was in a panic.

Dali became even more excited. In his open bloody mouth, red flesh threads were hanging on two rows of fangs.

The sharp fangs aimed at Zhao Xiyue's neck and bit it hard.

Zhao Xiyue, who was originally panicked, calmed down instantly, and dodged to the right flexibly with a blank expression.

The right foot, which had been accumulating strength for a long time, hit Dali's buttocks hard.

With a loud thud, an unexpected force smashed straight into the cellar.

At the moment of weightlessness, the pair of black hands grew sharp nails and scratched ten long marks on the ground. He barely managed to keep his body steady and hung on the wall.

After becoming weird, Dali's physical fitness is very strong and he can return to the ground with one jump.

He laughed strangely, and Zhao Xiyue stood there quietly, smiling.

The moment he jumped out of the cellar with great force, Zhao Xiyue used a truth skill on the baseball bat and smashed it hard on the opponent's head.

boom.

Dali lost his strength to resist and fell into the cellar like a dead fish.

The baseball bat flew away due to the huge impact.

Zhao Xiyue pinched her bones, lifted and twisted them, and put the dislocated bones back in place without changing her expression.

She looked into the cellar and said coldly, "Climb up by yourself if you're still alive."

There was some movement in the cellar.

He was quite smart and just dodged against the wall, so he was not hit.

Hearing this, the injured man's desire to survive erupted. He stood up with difficulty and climbed up tremblingly.

Zhao Xiyue just watched and had no intention of letting down a rope to help.

Five minutes later, the man climbed out of the cellar.

He looked at the sky and the house excitedly, and hope rekindled in his eyes.

Zhao Xiyue thought about it, changed the saw, and directly cut the wooden stairs and dragged them out.

Then he covered the cellar door, exchanged it for a better lock, and locked the door.

After doing all this, she frowned and looked at the man who had escaped.

No, you can't even call him a man.

Zhao Xiyue looked at the other person's big belly.

He was tall, lean and strong, but his belly was unusually bulging, as if he was nine months pregnant and was about to give birth.