A retired swordsman who opened a shop in the end [Quick Transmigration]

Bai Qingxian is not familiar with the traffic in this city, but fortunately he has been to a world similar to this one, and with his amazing talent, he has mastered the skills of taking and transferring buses. Next, study the route maps for the bus stops, and eventually…

In the case of only getting on the wrong train six times, I arrived near the exchange before the end of the last train.

Then you can get there by walking for about half an hour.

"Sure enough, I was called a road idiot in the past because other people misunderstood me. If the cultivation world had such a convenient means of transportation, I wouldn't always go to weird places."

When Bai Qingxian comforted himself like this, he completely ignored that he could see where the purple light spot of the exchange was from the very beginning, and under such circumstances, he was still lost.

Because it was almost two hours' drive from Tianjie——if Bai Qingxian hadn't lost his way, everything around him would be strange when he was walking on the street in the early morning.Without the white walls and gray tiles of Tianjie Street, you will never meet familiar people again. In fact, there are really no people on the street at this time, only a few homeless people are lying lifelessly in the corner.

Everyone has their own story, but it is impossible for Bai Qingxian to be interested in everyone.

It's just that I don't know how different those people with sound limbs but lying on the street every day, with their eyes open and closed for another day, are different from those patients with dementia.Because he had read the interpretation of this world in the Wordless Heavenly Book before, Bai Qingxian was not surprised by the appearance of soul-lost disease, and it could even be said to be expected.

The so-called sudden loss of souls may have been traded with souls and exchanges just like the person on the bus lamented, so their souls were directly taken away as the price of the transaction.But because what was taken away was only the soul, their bodies that had not yet reached the point of death could only fall into a coma.

The concept of reincarnation has appeared in various classics, but the intervention of the exchange intercepted these souls before reincarnation, and also caused some innocent children to lose the consciousness they should have when they were born. It is the cause of congenital dementia.

In Bai Qingxian's view, those who are as innocent as congenital dementia should be those patients with chronic dementia. Even he couldn't figure out the reason for this situation before.If there is such a thing as a soul, it exists, and if it does not exist, it does not exist. Why do the souls of those patients gradually dissipate in such a long process?

For some reason, Bai Qingxian felt that this was the culprit that caused the world to end.

The unknown is always scarier than the known.

Holding the ink-colored Zijian tightly, Bai Qingxian's vision changed again, and the building shrouded in purple mist was right in front of him.Just a few steps forward, I saw a heavy wooden door carved out of almost the same mold as No. 88 Tianjie.

Except for the exchange, there should be no street shops that use such a store door.

"No. 88, Fuqing Road?" Bai Qingxian looked up and saw the house number, and couldn't help feeling that these exchanges really like the number "88".But maybe this is one of the characteristics of the exchange, unlike the "Xiaoxian Inn" he opened, even if passers-by saw the signboard, they would have no idea what the store was for.

Having been neighbors with No. 88 Tianjie for so long, Bai Qingxian knows that the exchange will select the customers they want, and the marked customers will not be able to help but want to go in when they pass by that store door-provided that there is no If there is trouble at Qingxian Station, if it is a customer that the exchange does not want for the time being, even if Bai Qingxian tells them that No. 88 is on the opposite side, they will not be able to see the mysterious wooden door.

Now, he is an unexpected visitor in both situations, right?

Thinking of this, Bai Qingxian held the sword in one hand, pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked in without hesitation.That is, at the moment of entering the door, Bai Qingxian let go of the Zijian in his hand, and ordered it to find an unobtrusive place to stay temporarily.

Zijian's ability is to hide. If he just held the sword to meet the manager of the exchange, the other party might not notice that there was a "guest".

After watching Zijian find and hide in the shadow of the corner, Bai Qingxian began to look at No. 88 Fuqing Road in front of him. The layout of the store is Chinese style, and there are two wooden steps directly in front of Bai Qingxian. Behind the beautiful arched door, you will see a well-decorated front desk, and the wall behind is full of collection racks full of beautiful porcelain, plus cumbersome lamps and lanterns...

Everything made Bai Qingxian feel that the money in the transaction was enviable.

However, such a shop with a lot of wealth is open as usual in the early morning. No wonder some people always say that wealth belongs to hardworking people.

Of course, it is doubtful whether the managers of the exchange are human.

"The answer will be known soon." Bai Qingxian saw a golden bell on the empty counter, and simply pressed it, making a soft "ding—" sound.

The hearing and vision of a cultivator are unimaginable to ordinary people, so even standing at the front desk, Bai Qingxian can still hear the sound from behind through the wall.

"Boss, it seems that a new customer has arrived."

"An unplanned guest?" A man with a thick voice answered, Bai Qingxian's visit was obviously beyond their expectations, "Occasionally there will be such guests, but I haven't met them for a long time, let the guests come in."

While talking, a woman wearing a red cheongsam with slits to the thighs came out from the back arch, with a perfect hospitality smile on her delicately made-up face: "Dear guest, welcome to No. 88 Fuqing Road, Is there anything I need?"

Looking at the receptionist's smile, Bai Qingxian not only reflected on whether the smile he had practiced so hard was not good enough.Why does the smile of the receptionist in front of him give people a sense of intimacy, but when he was young with Ling Du, he always backed away as if he was frightened?

Then Bai Qingxian noticed that something was wrong with the receptionist in front of him.

Although the expression is perfect, the body shape is excellent, and the appearance looks exactly like an ordinary person, but... in Bai Qingxian's view, it looks like a lifelike bionic doll with a soul brutally stuffed into it.

Because they have souls, the other party can have their own thoughts.But it was also because that body was not a real human body, so the whole body was full of a sense of restraint that made Bai Qingxian feel uncomfortable looking at it.The human soul is imprisoned in a fake body, so the receptionist lady in front of me is not the puppet of this exchange...or torturer?

No, Bai Qingxian wasn't even sure if the soul body of the receptionist was a young lady, maybe she was a foot-picking uncle before his death.Although he doesn't know how to make such a puppet body that is almost human, Bai Qingxian has heard of many techniques that can achieve this purpose.

None of these techniques are called evil ways, but Bai Qingxian doesn't know whether the so-called righteous people have used them secretly.

Speaking of evil ways, Bai Qingxian suddenly remembered something he had heard when his homeland still existed. It seemed that a powerful evil way was seriously injured under the siege of the righteous way.So after being injured, he fled to the surrounding towns where ordinary people lived, and repaired his damaged soul by hunting and devouring souls.

I don't know why I suddenly remembered this.

"Guest, do you need anything?" The receptionist lady who hadn't received a response for a long time asked again.

"You can really do any kind of business here?" As the owner of Qingxian Inn, the two businesses are completely different, but Boss Bai, who walked into No. 88 Fuqing Road, still had a strange feeling that he was spying on a friend.

"Sir, you must have heard something about our exchange before you came here?" The receptionist lady was still smiling, "Please believe me, the service that No. 88 Fuqing Road can provide you must be far away. Beyond the content of the rumors, many people outside are still too unimaginative."

"Should we just stand here and trade?" Bai Qingxian knew that the person in the arch behind was the manager of the exchange.

"Of course not, I'm just the boss's assistant." The receptionist came out from behind the counter, stretched out her hand and hooked her fingers, and smiled to invite Bai Qingxian to enter the inner room. Some people can't help but take a few more glances.

But when Bai Qingxian thought that the body of the other party was not real, he felt that it was better not to see such a scene, and it would be terrible if he dreamed of some strange pictures at night.

Bai Qingxian, who was smiling on the surface, followed the assistant lady all the way into the inner room. The layout inside was more like a private study room than an exchange. The area was small, but half of the space on the two large bookshelves should be filled with books. They are filled with all kinds of art, as if they can't wait to show the wealth of the exchange.

"Guest, please take a seat." The boss sitting behind the desk also had a standard hospitality smile, coupled with his thick voice and handsome face, no matter what he could give people enough goodwill.

It's a pity that Bai Qingxian can tell that this guy is the same as the assistant over there, only the poor soul is alive.

If you can't break free from the bondage of your body, you can't get rid of this unknown exchange... Bai Qingxian is not worried about these two "strangers" in front of him. They may also enjoy being the managers of the exchange.

"I don't know what I can do for you." The boss's voice was deliberately lowered, as if to seduce the customer in front of him, "Whether it is wealth, love, career, appearance or even life span, as long as the customer can pay enough, our shop can provide A deal that makes you happy."

"So," Bai Qingxian walked to the desk, but didn't sit down, but asked tentatively, "Can you treat patients who have lost their souls?"

The boss opposite seemed to suddenly regain his energy, and also got up from behind the desk.

"is it not OK?"

"Of course." The boss restrained his smile, "Of course our shop can treat the loss of soul, but the side effect of memory loss may occur after the patient wakes up. Even so, if the customer is still willing, then you are a big customer of our shop."

Does the so-called treatment just want to stuff other souls into the body of a patient with soul-loss disease?

The corner of Bai Qingxian's mouth curled into a smile: "Forget it, the main purpose of my coming here is to want the latest rice cooker."