When Brother Wang saw Zuo Xiaohan, he immediately gave him a thumbs up." Brother, I saw your performance in the morgue the other day. I praised you in front of Manager Wang. There are not many young people who know such strange skills like you nowadays."”
Zuo Xiaohan greeted them politely.
The three of them gathered together to smoke a cigarette and chat for a while. Li Ping 'an packed up and went home. Only Zuo Xiaohan and Brother Wang were left in the hall.
Compared to Li Ping 'an, Brother Wang was shorter but more shrewd.
In the process of chatting, he inquired about Zuo Xiaohan's background, especially the strange techniques in his hands. He even had the intention of asking Zuo Xiaohan to introduce him to a master.
Zuo Xiaohan's enthusiasm immediately cooled down.
The secret techniques of Mao Mountain were his bread and butter, his hope of rising after his rebirth. Even if he was willing to teach them, the other party would not be able to learn them.
Unless the other party also had a system.
In Zuo Xiaohan's eyes, Brother Wang was at most a neutral NPC.
Li Ping 'an's sincere help to him earlier was naturally remembered in his heart.
The status of the two in Zuo Xiaohan's heart was immediately determined.
The two of them laughed for a while. Zuo Xiaohan was polite in places where he should be polite, and resolutely refused to agree to things that he shouldn't. He dealt with it flawlessly.
As a result, Brother Wang gradually lost interest in him.
After the chat ended, the two of them returned to their respective territories.
The work in the funeral parlor might seem mysterious and special to outsiders, but it was actually very boring. Of course, after Zuo Xiaohan's secret technique of Mao Mountain came out, there were some strange changes visible to the naked eye.
However, these changes had yet to fully show themselves, except for the strange change that happened that day.
After Zuo Xiaohan returned to the morgue, he took out a thin blanket from the cabinet under the desk, arranged the recliner, locked the door, and fell asleep.
It wasn't even eight o'clock in the evening yet. He had drawn three Corpse Suppressing Talismans in a row, so he was already very dispirited.
Since his two partners, Old Zhou, could listen to opera in the morgue and Old Qin could drink in the morgue, it was normal for them to sleep.
Of course, the prerequisite was that no accidents happened.
She fell asleep and was only woken up by her phone's alarm at 8:30 the next morning.
Zuo Xiaohan put away the recliner and put the blanket back into the cabinet under the desk. He opened the door and prepared to go out to wash up.
Outside the corridor stood a burly 50-year-old man with sparse hair.
His face was ruddy, and his hands were behind his back. From his standing posture, there was a hint of a soldier's style. As soon as he opened his mouth, his entire style became clear, leaving an impression of a straightforward and generous man.
"Haha! Are you the new Little Zuo?"
The 50-year-old man stretched out his hand behind him and patted Zuo Xiaohan's shoulder heavily.
The other hand was holding half a bottle of Zhijiang Daqu.
"You're Old Qin…Oh, no, Uncle Qin, right?”
Zuo Xiaohan smiled awkwardly.
"Uncle Qin something? You should just call me Old Qin. They all call me that anyway. I'm used to it.”
" Old Zhou told me on the phone that you know some Taoist tricks. Well, I didn't call Wang Fugui in vain. Such a talent was almost eliminated by him. What kind of leader is he?"”
Old Qin smiled and looked at Zuo Xiaohan, seemingly very satisfied with him.
Zuo Xiaohan also had a good impression of this partner.
The two of them greeted each other politely at the door. Zuo Xiaohan continued to wash up in the toilet at the end of the corridor. Old Qin put the bottle of wine on the desk and turned to the funeral parlor cafeteria for breakfast.
The change of shifts in the funeral parlor during the day was at 9 am sharp.
When Old Qin finished his breakfast and walked back to the morgue, it was exactly 8:55.
The two of them successfully completed the shift, which also indicated that Zuo Xiaohan's first time in the morgue of the funeral parlor had officially ended.
He remembered the agreement he made with the steel shop owner on the phone yesterday and quickly changed to a bus to rush over.
After paying 100 dollars, he had a one-meter-long steel pipe in his hand.
It was heavy in his hand, probably no less than 20 pounds.
Zuo Xiaohan wrapped two pieces of old newspapers outside and returned home.
As he entered the room, a gust of cold air blew against his face, bringing him into reality.
There was still a soul in the house.
Previously, he felt that this room was very cold and the temperature was several degrees lower than the outside. It was a good place to cool down in the summer.
Not to mention other things, just the electricity bill in the summer could be saved a lot.
After experiencing it for himself, Zuo Xiaohan suddenly had a bad feeling.
What if…the Corpse Suppressing Talisman didn't work on Gao Xiaojuan? Would she come out?
Thinking of this, Zuo Xiaohan became jittery.
The sense of crisis in his heart was even higher, like the Sword of Damocles that could fall at any moment.
He tightened his grip on the steel pipe in his hand and found a sense of security for himself.
"We must complete the task as soon as possible and obtain the Exorcism Spell.”
"I can't stay idle today. I'll continue making Corpse Suppressing Talismans.”
The house that Zuo Xiaohan found was located in an old neighborhood. The greenery in the neighborhood was quite good. People who went to work had just left their homes, and those who did not go to work were still sleeping at home. As a result, there were only some lonely old people walking around in the neighborhood.
Occasionally, he could hear the cries of children and the barking of dogs not far away.
There were a few old locust trees outside the window. Looking down from the fourth floor, one could see the crowns of the trees that were close together. In addition, it was a rare cloudy day, so even the light in the room was a little dim.
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