I open a bookstore in the human world

The next day, around noon, the ceremony officially began.

Taoist priest Yu changed into a blue Taoist robe embroidered with gold and silver threads, and held a dust whisk. The style of the dust whisk was quite classical, and there were animal heads and auspicious clouds carved on the handle. It was obviously a magic weapon with a long history.

The lobby on the first floor of the shopping mall has been cleared out, and the ceremony will be held here.There is a small altar in the open space, and Taoist priest Yu dances around the altar with his whisk, chanting and singing.The movements were a bit strange, but no one around laughed. Everyone stared at Taoist Yu's every move nervously and seriously, feeling nervous and excited.

From time to time, Taoist Yu took out a few pieces of yellow paper full of runes from nowhere, and threw them into the air. The yellow paper ignited spontaneously without fire, causing commotion and screams from the bystanders.

Song Lan was also watching not far away, with Zhang Fan standing beside him.

"It seems that this Taoist priest is quite skilled. No wonder Manager Cao listens to him." Zhang Fan said softly, "Compared to ordinary Taoist priests, he is pretty good."

Song Lan was a little surprised, and glanced at him: "Hearing what you said, you seem to know a lot about Taoist priests?"

Zhang Fan knew he had slipped his words, and smiled to hide his embarrassment: "It's not really understanding, it's just that I've seen several rituals in the past."

"Oh." Song Lan didn't ask any more questions, and turned her head to look seriously at the Taoist priest catching ghosts.

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The ceremony lasted for more than an hour, and the onlookers looked at it for a while and found it meaningless, and then gradually dispersed. Taoist Yu was still performing the dance of the Great God meticulously and rigidly... Well, it’s a bit strange to say this, but in the eyes of outsiders, it is indeed so.

From the beginning of the ceremony when the Taoist priest burned the first piece of talisman paper, Song Lan felt that the air around him suddenly became stagnant and dull, and his breathing seemed to become less smooth, and the ghost energy in his body was suppressed by an external force. Living.

But he didn't leave, because he found that now the whole shopping mall was shrouded in a faint golden light, and the yellow talisman papers that had been pasted on the utensils on the wall had a golden light floating on the surface, which seemed to echo each other. Seeing that the voice of the Taoist chanting became louder and the steps under his feet became more and more rapid, the talisman papers trembled slightly in the air without any wind, and the golden light became stronger and stronger.

It's not that Song Lan doesn't want to stay away, but in this case, as long as he's still in the mall, it doesn't matter where he goes!

It was only then that Song Lan realized that he was a bit overbearing, because Taoist priests were more capable than he expected. Song Lan was very surprised that he didn't expect such powerful Taoist priests to exist in the human world these years.

If you want to leave, it is not impossible, but in this case, it is inevitable that you will show your flaws. Song Lan is not willing to be exposed to the other party, which means that he has to give up the two months of painstaking efforts in Jincheng , Maybe it will also affect the signboard of Shadow Bookstore.

Therefore, Song Lan could only resist.

Fortunately, as a ghost envoy, his abilities are much stronger than ordinary ghosts from the underworld. If he were replaced by other ghosts, he might have already appeared by now, and Song Lan could at least walk around and laugh normally, but his face was unreasonably pale.

"Boss, are you feeling unwell?" Zhang Fan said with concern on his face, "Didn't sleep well yesterday? Shall I help you go back to rest?"

Song Lan raised her eyelids and quickly glanced at Taoist Yu who was still practicing not far away.The latter seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and he also glanced here from a distance. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Song Lan always felt that his gaze was full of deep meaning.Song Lan frowned, gritted her teeth, and said with a forced smile, "Maybe it's because of the smog here? But I've never seen Taoist priests do it, so I want to stay and have a better look."

"Oh." Zhang Fan nodded and didn't investigate further.

The ritual seems to have entered the next stage. The whisk in the Taoist priest's hand was replaced by a sword at some point. The sword body was black and extremely sharp. From such a distance, Song Lan could even feel the cold air emanating from the sword.

The sword was clanging, the light of the sword was cold, and the tip of the sword was flickering with light.The figure of Taoist priest Yu moved lightly, and his clothes fluttered as if there was wind.

Song Lan heard Zhang Fan beside him let out a soft "Huh" and said, "This sword is still..."

What happened to the sword, Song Lan didn't hear clearly, and he didn't bother to listen, because he saw Taoist Yu's next move——

Suddenly, Taoist Yu turned around, let out a loud shout, and stabbed sharply with his sword. The sword wind came through the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Song Lan's position!

Song Lan was astonished, his back suddenly felt cold, and he didn't care about other things. He tightened his hand that had been in his pocket all the time, and in his palm was the Hundred Ghosts Bag.

He didn't relax his vigilance, and kept the Hundred Ghosts Bag at hand, just to prevent something from happening.

But before Song Lan opened the bag of ghosts, a hand suddenly fell on his shoulder. The hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and Song Lan couldn't move it.

In the blink of an eye, Taoist Yu's sword was about to stab Song Lan. Someone in his ear exclaimed when he witnessed this scene, but Song Lan didn't blink, staring blankly at the sword. Was scared silly.

But Song Lan knew that he was not frightened, but because the hand on his shoulder made him unable to move.

The owner of the hand was none other than his employee Zhang Fan.

The palms were already wet, Song Lan could hardly keep her composure, and wanted to yell at Zhang Fan: What do you want to do?

"Don't panic." Zhang Fan whispered these four words in his ear, and the words fell, Song Lan only felt that his shoulders loosened, and the confinement had been removed.

At the same time, Taoist Yu stopped at a distance of half a meter from the tip of the sword to Song Lan's nose. He made a wrong step, changed his steps, and went to another place.

Song Lan was stunned for a few seconds before letting out a long breath.

It was just too thrilling.

Wait, where did the culprit go?Song Lan looked around, but found that Zhang Fan who had been standing beside her was gone.Reminiscent of Zhang Fan's actions just now and his supernatural power, Song Lan realized that things were much more complicated than he imagined.

"Boss Song," before Song Lan could react, Manager Cao moved his fat body and ran over, sweating profusely, and asked concerned, "Are you alright?"

Everyone saw the scene just now. Although Taoist Yu did not hurt Song Lan in the end, everyone present was taken aback by the scene, especially Manager Cao, whose legs were so frightened that his legs went limp.

"I was really scared to death just now," Manager Cao complained with a frightened look on his face, "So is Daoist Yu, how could he—"

"It's all right." Before Manager Cao could finish his complaint, Song Lan quickly persuaded him, "The Daoist must have his reasons for doing that, I believe him."

Hearing Song Lan take the initiative to say this, Manager Cao also heaved a sigh of relief: He was afraid of offending this person, and if the other party really wanted to pursue it, he was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with it.Anyway, he brought it to the Taoist priest.

Because of this, the rest of the onlookers immediately retreated several meters away, and some even hid in the store.Everyone was afraid that the Taoist priest would suddenly do something like this, and they couldn't bear it.

But then Taoist priest Yu was quite honest, and he never pointed his sword at others again. Apart from this little episode, the whole ceremony was successfully concluded.

As Taoist Yu burned the last of the talisman papers, Song Lan felt that the surrounding air became much more fluid, and the dizziness disappeared. His body lightened, as if he had been reborn.

"Song Shanren." Before Song Lan could leave, Taoist Yu suddenly stopped him and walked up to him with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm really sorry that I surprised the Shanren."

"No hindrance, no hindrance," Song Lan waved his hands, and smiled, looking very magnanimous, "It's a rare experience."

Taoist Yu didn't explain what he did just now, and Song Lan didn't ask either.

Taoist Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked carefully at Song Lan. His eagle-like eyes swept across Song Lan's face, which made people feel a little terrified.

Song Lan just pretended not to know the other party's little tricks, smiled innocently, and asked, "Is there anything else, Taoist priest? It's okay, I'll go back to the shop."

A trace of doubt flashed in Taoist Yu's eyes, but he still shook his head: "It's nothing."

Song Lan turned around, her steps were steady and her body was light, just like ordinary people.

Daoist Yu stared at Song Lan's back until he disappeared in the bookstore on the second floor, and then he said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Is he really not..."

***

Song Lan walked into the staff lounge of the bookstore unhurriedly, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, exhaled heavily, and patted her chest: "It's so dangerous——eh?!"

Finding that there was actually another person in the room, Song Lan was so frightened that three souls lost two souls, his pupils constricted, and his face was full of astonishment: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Fan was full of laughter, with a calm demeanor, and asked instead, "Boss, are you back?"

Song Lan's eyes became a little more defensive, and he quietly put his hand into the pocket with the Hundred Ghosts Bag, ready to fight at any time.He had a serious face, fixed his eyes on Zhang Fan, and said in a more serious tone: "Who are you?"

Zhang Fan stared at Song Lan with his innocent eyes open for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed softly, and said, "I knew I couldn't hide it this time..."

Song Lan frowned and said nothing, just looked at Zhang Fan nervously.

"Don't be so nervous, don't worry, I don't mean anything malicious." Zhang Fan raised his hand like a normal person, indicating to the other party that he didn't have any weapons in his hand, "Hey, boss, you seem to be a little emotional now, how about we Sit down and have a cup of tea first, to calm down first?"

Talking about Zhang Fan's comparison with the table next to him, Song Lan realized that there was an extra set of purple sand tea set on the table at some point, and there was still a thin tea smoke around the mouth of the cup, obviously it had been brewed not long ago.

Could it be that this kid has been waiting for him?Such a thought flashed through Song Lan's mind, but his figure did not move.

Zhang Fan walked to the table and sat down first, then turned to greet Song Lan: "Boss, if you don't feel tired, then you can stand."

After being reminded by Zhang Fan, Song Lan immediately felt sore all over—the nerves were too tense just now, but now he relaxes, he feels as if his whole body has been crushed by wheels eight hundred times, and no place is comfortable.

This is the damage that Taoist priest cast spells on him.

Song Lan thought about it, and decided not to wrong herself. Anyway, things have already developed to this point. What difference does it make if she is standing or sitting?

Although Song Lan didn't know Zhang Fan's details yet, he was sure that Zhang Fan's ability was definitely much better than that of Taoist Yu.

"Here." Zhang Fan brought one of the teacups to Song Lan, smiling, "Tea, please."

Song Lan glanced at the teacup, but did not move.

"Worried that I might poison the tea?" Zhang Fan smiled, as if he had discovered something interesting, "Don't worry, if I wanted to poison the tea, I would have done it long ago."

After a pause, Zhang Fan blinked at Song Lan again, and pointedly said: "Besides, I don't think you are afraid of poison, are you?"

As a ghost who has already died once, Song Lan is naturally not afraid of these murderous things in the human world, but what if it is not something from the human world?

Seeing that the vigilance in Song Lan's eyes hadn't disappeared, Zhang Fan shook his head helplessly, raised the teacup in front of him and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "Forget it, I won't force you."

Song Lan was silent for a moment before she spoke, "Who are you?"

He had asked this question just now, but was interrupted by Zhang Fan to cover it up.

"You really want to know?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows with interest.

Song Lan nodded silently.

"Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing." Zhang Fan seemed to be reminding him of something.

Song Lan hesitated for a moment, but still stared at him stubbornly.

Too many strange things have happened around him in the past two months, and he doesn't want to be a fool all the time.