Soul Shoppe

"Soul Shoppe" Author: Sevenfold Blood Veil

Lu Qingyang drifted into a store, staring at the man sitting behind the counter

"I'm going to sell my soul."

"Sell it yourself? It's rare. What's the condition?"

"revenge."

"What about the deadline?"

"Three months."

"Close the deal, down payment of 20, and the balance of [-] will be collected in three months."

In Building B, there is a store called Soul Counter. The boss is a handsome guy who makes a living by reselling souls.

The author's IQ is often disconnected. Is the IQ of Fulu CP probably the same as that of his mother? _(:з」∠)_Sadness

The full text has only one theme - sweet, shamelessly sweet.

Regarding the BUG, ​​I try my best to make the BUG less obvious QUQ

Content tags: supernatural, gods, grievances, hatred, modern fiction

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Qingyang, Fu Li┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

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1|Selling souls

The author has something to say:

I finally wrote such an article, little angel who clicked in!

The male protagonist is not soft on his hands, he is a pervert...

Two characters attack, three characters accept~

Rolling for comments, (*￣3)(ε￣*)

There is a store in Building B, the owner is a handsome guy, and there is a sign outside the store - soul counter.

In the scorching summer, three-tenths of the people who enter the shopping mall are for the free air conditioner, six-tenths are for shopping, and the remaining one-tenth is to go to the soul counter to find out - because this is what middle school students say Horror shop.

A strange wind blew into the store, Fu Li took his eyes away from the computer screen and looked at the unexpected visitor who came in.

"In stock?"

"Do not."

"It's a small shop with a small capital, and I won't waste time with idlers." Fu Li planned to continue playing the game, ignoring the lonely ghost in front of him, but just moved the mouse twice, and the people on the opposite side still refused to leave, "I have something to say." Straight up."

"I'm going to sell my soul."

"Sell it yourself? It's rare. Tell me, what's the condition?"

It's kind of interesting that he wants to sell his own soul.

Lu Qingyang had a gloomy expression, his eyes were blue, and black resentment exuded from his body, "Revenge."

"the term."

"Three months."

"Deal, a down payment of 20 yuan, and the remaining [-] yuan will be settled in three months. Do you have any comments? If you don't have any comments, just sign the contract." Fu Li took out a paper contract from the drawer, put it on the table, and took it out of the pen holder. He took out a pen from inside and put it in front of Lu Qingyang, "You just happened to have a freshly baked corpse. This is a photo of the deceased and the family background of the deceased."

Lu Qingyang glanced at the introduction form, and didn't care to pick up a pen and sign his name next to Party B, "Are you sure he won't have any trouble?"

"will not."

After putting away the contract, a deal was completed, Fu Li turned off the computer, took the key, "Come with me, I will take you to inspect the goods."

"En." Lu Qingyang nodded, and followed Fu Li to the parking lot.

The parking lot is obviously a more comfortable environment for Lu Qingyang than the building, but it is inevitable that some troubles will be encountered. For example, the owner of the building who is too cautious has posted a lot of demon-suppressing charms in the parking lot.

Fu Li glanced at Lu Qingyang, raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to touch the center of his brows, "Are you comfortable?"

"what?"

"boarding."

Lu Qingyang blinked, feeling that Fu Li's identity was unclear, but it was enough to find a physical body for him, and other things had nothing to do with him.

After getting into the car and driving out, Lu Qingyang felt that his whole body was going to float out of the window, and subconsciously reached out to grab the handrail, only to realize that he was already a soul, and he couldn't grab these things at all.

"Oh, it's too bad, forget that you are not a normal person now, you wait."

"Actually, it doesn't matter—" Lu Qingyang stared wide-eyed, staring at the magnified face in front of him and the cold feeling on his lips, he froze on the seat, at a loss for what to do.

"It's not really kissing you, it's just helping you gain weight, and now you can sit still." Fu Li retreated back to the original position, humming and driving, "Don't doubt my integrity, I used to use other things , It’s just that the business is so good this month that I didn’t notice it when it was used up.”

Lu Qingyang nodded, the astonishment just now was gone.

The inspection place is at Fu Li's residence, a place where rich people live, but it's Chinese style.

After turning a few turns before arriving at the place where the corpses were placed, Fu Li pushed open the door and motioned for Lu Qingyang to follow, "The last batch of goods this month, before he died, he said he wanted to live for another three months, I've been thinking about this Why didn't Yue have a ghost hunter to sell his soul, but you came by yourself."

"Are you collecting money from both sides?"

"Otherwise how would I be able to afford the house."

Lu Qingyang didn't speak, and looked at the corpse in the coffin, "I just need to lie in it now?"

"kindness."

Fu Ligang nodded, and Lu Qingyang was already lying down.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop on the ground, Fu Li touched the tip of his nose and raised his eyebrows—isn't that okay?Is it because of too much resentment?That would be too bad, because it was so hard to get such a big order at the end of the month.

He bent down to get close to the coffin, and as soon as he got close, the person lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and the brown eyes stared straight at him.

"After three months, 20 will call you as scheduled."

"You're welcome." Fu Li stood up straight and yawned, "Okay, the next month is my vacation, if you have any discomfort, you can call my private number, this is my business card, but I hope You won't have any discomfort."

After receiving the business card, Lu Qingyang came out of the coffin and straightened his suit, obviously not uncomfortable with this kind of attire.

Fu Li crossed his arms and looked at Lu Qingyang's leaving back with interest - he is really an interesting person, it seems that the 20 will definitely not be without him.

Lu Qingyang took out his bank card from his small treasury, took the cash, and went to pick up his car. He drove aimlessly around the city and parked under an office building.

30 to buy two lives, there is nothing more cost-effective than this.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Gao Tiansheng."

"Are you looking for Mr. Gao? Do you have an appointment?"

"...You tell him that I am Lu Qingyang."

The eyes of the lady at the front desk widened suddenly, she took a step back and tripped over the chair, and the smile on her face became awkward in an instant, "Sir, I'm sorry, may I ask, did you just say your name is Lu Qingyang? It's the celadon's Qingyang Yang." ?"

Lu Qingyang smiled, "No, it's the Qing of the breeze, and the Yang of the phantom of the book."

The expression on the front desk looked a little better, but the smile was still distorted, and he dialed Gao Tiansheng's secretary with uncontrollably shaking hands.

"Secretary Qin, there is a Mr. Lu Qingyang who wants to find Mr. Gao."

"No, it's just that the sound is similar."

"Okay, I'll let him go up now." The receptionist hung up the phone, and barely controlled the twisted smile just now, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Gao invites you to go up."

Lu Qingyang nodded, raised his foot and walked towards the elevator, the receptionist suddenly collapsed and slumped on the stool.

Impossible, how is it possible.

The receptionist stared at Lu Qingyang's back, and suddenly bent down on the table, covering his face and crying bitterly, tears slipping from his fingers.

Mr. Lu is not so indifferent, the real Mr. Lu is a very gentle and sunny person, even looking at him can feel the warmth he brings.

It was her cowardice that made Mr. Lu die with regret, and made Mr. Lu...

Lu Qingyang stood in front of the elevator, and when he heard the crying from there, the curvature of the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

Ding--

The elevator door opened, and Lu Qingyang walked in.

It is easier to live than to die.

2|From Hell

Qin Yue looked at the people coming out of the elevator, and stood up from the chair with a bang. Seeing Lu Qingyang's surprised expression, she realized how inappropriate her actions just now were, so she nodded with a smirk.

Lu Qingyang nodded to Qin Yue, "Excuse me, is this Secretary Qin?"

"Ah, I am, but how did Mr. Lu know my name?"

"I was by the side when the front desk called just now."

Qin Yue smiled embarrassedly and opened the registration form, "Mr. Lu, can you sign here? Because our secretary wants to count the visitors."

"of course can."

Bending slightly with a pen in hand, Lu Qingyang scribbled down his information on the column of the registration form. When he inadvertently raised his head, he saw the shock on Qin Yue's face, and when he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slipped strangely, "Secretary Qin, fill it in like this, right?" ?”

The voice is very soft, as if speaking close to the ear, with a hint of coldness.

Qin Yue trembled all over, took a pen and stared at the handwriting on the registration form, "Did Mr. Lu make a mistake, this name—"

Lu Qingyang curled his lips, "Is there a problem?"

"Where is Mr. Lu from?"

"People from City B, what's the matter, do you need to know this when visiting Mr. Gao?" Lu Qingyang frowned, obviously not willing to say this, but suddenly showed a daze, "Could it be that Mr. Gao knows someone with the same name as me? "

"No!" Qin Yue denied it with a high voice, quickly cleaned up the registration form and pointed to the office inside, "Mr. Gao is inside, Mr. Lu, you go in."

"Thank you."

"No, you're welcome..."

Handwriting, exactly the same handwriting, impossible.

Qin Yue held the pen, staring at Lu Qingyang's name, suddenly turned to look at the back of the office, for some reason, her back felt a chill.

'Knock knock—'

"Please come in."

Lu Qingyang stretched out his hand and opened the door, "Mr. Gao, are you free now?"

Gao Tiansheng shifted his gaze from the document to Lu Qingyang who came in, looked at Lu Qingyang and raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Lu? Xiao Qin told me just now, please sit down."

"Mr. Gao forgets things too much, it's hard to