On the bustling streets of Baota City, there is a large bookstore with four large paint-fallen characters on the dilapidated wooden signs:

Wanhun Bookstore.

Looking in, there are rows of bookshelves, novels and comics neatly listed, all from ancient times to the present, both in China and abroad, and there are only unexpected things, nothing that cannot be found.

In this city where banks and real estate are everywhere, such a bookstore is so out of place, with pedestrians outside the door bustling, but most of them not only did not have Shu Xing come in and see it, but they also looked at it with contempt.

"Is this shop owner an idiot? When has it been, and he still opened a bookstore?"

"That's right, you can't read any books on your phone now. If you open a coffee shop in such a good location, you'll have made a lot of money."

"Look at it, there is not even a ghost inside, it will be a matter of time before bankruptcy."

Not even a ghost?

No, no, in the eyes of the owner Jiang Han, the bookstore is full of ghosts.

In front of the door, a madman from Texas used a chainsaw in his hand to drag back and forth on the workbench. In the TV, a pale woman without nails was slowly stretching out from the dry well. In the dark corner, the distorted dwarf stroked the ring in his hand and murmured over and over again:

"My baby...my baby..."

Only Jiang Han can see them, and only Jiang Han can communicate with them.

Half a year ago, Jiang Han was like a bustling passerby outside the door, accidentally passed Wanhun Bookstore, but was forced to pull into the store by the owner at that time. After asking Jiang Han's name and date of birth, he immediately asked him if he wanted to inherit Wanhun Bookstore.

At that time, Jiang Han understood nothing except the word "inheritance", but he still agreed without hesitation. As a wild and poor loser, he would not let go of a piece of straw paper.

After completing the procedures and pressing the handprints, the former store owner carried his bags and left. Only then did Jiang Han realize that he was inheriting a single-digit bookstore with a single-digit turnover and a room full of monsters and monsters.

What's even more tragic is that he must stay in the store for more than 9 hours a day, otherwise these monsters and monsters will wither and die like water-deficient plants.

The brilliant youth and great years have been delayed in this store. No wonder the ex-shop owner was like running for his life when he left.

"Hey, I'm an idiot." As the store closes, Jiang Han starts to laugh at himself every day again.

"Yes, you're an idiot."

An uncle in black robe cursed resentfully in Jiang Han's ear. His flat snake face was as pale as wax, and his eyes, nostrils and lips were thin lines. "You muggles are all idiots. One day, I will let all the muggles crawl at my feet!"

"I know, I know." Jiang Han yawned impatiently, "Stop calm down. If you want to rule the world and go to queue up there, just line up behind the bearded man."

"How dare you talk to the Dark King like this!" The uncle in black roared, "I want you to die, I want you to be doomed!"

"Shut up, garbage!" A wisp of yellow smoke rose from "The Liberated Django" on the bookshelf on the right, turning into a handsome middle-aged cowboy to Jiang Han.

"The bounty hunter Shulz serves you, the owner, please let me kill this snake's paralyzed face. The world is fair and people should not be enslaved."

The uncle with black robe's face was full of sarcasm: "You? Kill me? Kill the most powerful wizard in history? Hahahaha!"

"I want to duel to go to the old place, don't dirty the floor." Jiang Han pointed behind him.

"Go and go!"

The middle-aged cowboy and the black-robed uncle walked into the toilet, closed the door with a snap, and then opened the distance, one took out a gun and the other took out a magic wand, followed by a burst of noise.

‘Bang!’ ‘Avadasaud!’

A short while later, scarlet blood slowly oozed out from the crack of the toilet door and turned into yellow smoke and returned to the bookshelf.

Jiang Han was too lazy to see who won and who lost. Anyway, the one who died would come out of the bookshelf the next day, and whimpered in his ear like a fly.

The whole room was filled with gods and ghosts, and they were cheering and applauding. They had been staying in this cage-like bookstore all their lives, and could only seek some excitement from the occasional small episodes.

‘Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong...'

On the beam of the house, a hunchbacked lame man beat the bronze bell again and again. Jiang Han looked at his watch and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, the time for closing the store is up. Who wants to go home with me today?"

When the gods and ghosts heard this, they immediately stretched their necks and their eyes shone, especially those female females, who even squeezed their heads and rushed towards Jiang Han.

"Take me!"

"No, it's time to take me!"

"Shopkeeper, take me away tonight. I will treat you as the king."

"Officials, please take me. Who can compare to me when it comes to serving people?"

Miss Su and Miss Pan squeezed into Jiang Han to play with their slutty postures, and even the "Fengshen Romance" and "Jin Ping Mei" on the bookshelf were slightly shaking.

There is only one quota for going home with Jiang Han every day. Who would easily let go of this only opportunity to let go of the news?

"Don't bring it, don't bring it." Jiang Han looked disgusted, "You two should be fucked, you should be fed medicine, and you should be fed medicine. Are there any other registrations?"

"Please take me there, your house should be cleaned up."

A gentle female voice came into her ears. Jiang Han turned his head and saw a weak woman in white dress sitting beside her, like long silk hair moving without the wind. There was no trace of blood on her beautiful face, as if she would faint at any time. It was so pitiful to everyone.

Jiang Han was planning to take her away, but when she saw her appear on the voluntary occasion, she immediately took out the paper bag of money from the drawer, took "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" from the bookshelf and put it in her arms, then turned off the light and pulled the gate, completely ignoring the room of snake-haired banshee and vixen, still acting cute.

The moonlight was hazy and it was drizzling. Jiang Han quickly took an umbrella from the door and opened it.

"Get closer, Xiaoqian."

Xiaoqian smiled and leaned over gently, but kept a slight distance from Jiang Han. The two of them walked quietly in the drizzle. Passers-by looked at Jiang Han with curious eyes.

Is this person sick? Why do you use most of the umbrella to cover the air?

Jiang Han had long been used to these eyes, and even turned the umbrella to the right as if he was demonstratively to ensure that no drop of rain fell on Xiaoqian's white clothes.

Xiaoqian looked at the paper bag containing money in Jiang Han and asked curiously: "Do you have to save this money with the ticket number?"

"Yes, but now it's not called a ticket number, it's a bank." Jiang Han sighed lightly, "Wanhun Bookstore can't make a profit, and can only make a living by relying on this little extra money."

"Oh, it's really hard for you. You should be a great age, but you have to accompany us, the lonely ghosts, to waste your youth in the bookstore."

This sentence came to Jiang Han's heart: "That's it. Since I inherited the bookstore, I can only stay at two points and one line between my home and the bookstore every day. Don't ramble and play cards, even blind dates..."

A sad look flashed on Xiaoqian's face. Jiang Han quickly changed his words when he saw it.

"But, I, a poor loser who dropped out of middle school, had no future at all. As for blind dates, it doesn't matter. You're with me."

Xiaoqian smiled sweetly, and her pretty face seemed to have a little bloody color under the moonlight: "Humans and ghosts have different paths, so I can only help you clean the house. If you can find a female shopkeeper for the bookstore, I wouldn't be too happy."

Of course, Jiang Han didn't really want to develop anything with Xiaoqian, at least he didn't want it rationally, and he knew that Xiaoqian was not himself in his heart, but the poor scholar.

Xiaoqian obviously remembered the poor scholar, and her face became dimmed again.

Since inheriting Wanhun Bookstore, Jiang Han has been influenced by the demons and monsters in the house and complained that his skills have improved rapidly, but his ability to comfort people is still no different from when he was born, and he doesn't know what to say at this time.

The two of them walked quietly, and before they knew it, they had already walked from the bustling city area to the dilapidated urban village. It was Xiaoqian who took the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere.

"That's what you mentioned in the bank?"

Jiang Han looked forward along Xiaoqian's fingers and saw a three-story black building standing in the pile of weeds in front of him, with a few crooked words hanging on the dangerous wall covered with ivy:

Meiqianqu Branch of Baota Bank.

"Yes, this area is about to be demolished, and the only one is left is this broken bank, and it has been closed. We can only save it ourselves."

After saying that, Jiang Han took out his bank card and walked towards the ATM machine next to the bank gate, but found that Xiaoqian did not follow him.

"Aren't you coming?"

"No." Xiaoqian pointed to the warning next to the ATM, "Didn't it be said here? Please pay attention to blocking when entering the password. People don't let them see it, and of course the ghosts are even worse."

Jiang Han walked into the compartment with a wry smile, took out the three rolls of cash from the paper bag, and deposited it into the ATM machine.

Listening to the sound of hundreds of yuan bills being deposited, Jiang Han couldn't help but feel nervous. The bank is located in a remote place. If you are unlucky, you have to trouble Xiaoqian to deal with him. How embarrassed is it.

Fortunately, no one appeared around me until I received the credit message from my phone.

Just as I was about to throw the paper bag into the trash can, I found that there was a note on the bottom of the bag, with a line of small words written in beautiful handwriting:

Super Saiyan brother, thank you for saving me.

"That little girl is quite polite." Jiang Han smiled, walked out of the compartment, tore the note into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

"Why tear it off?" Xiaoqian asked, staring at the broken paper in the trash can.

"You don't know, these days...the constable is amazing. If I keep notes, I might be arrested and locked up one day."

"It's a pity. Brother Sun said that the little girl is quite beautiful."

"It has nothing to do with me whether I am beautiful or not." Jiang Han shook his hand awkwardly, "Go home."
Chapter completed!