What?

Count the money and get bleeding?

??

Shouldn't it be counting the money and getting cramped in your hands?

Fang Zheng was surprised.

In the past two days, a creepy and weird thing has quietly spread among night market merchants.

Some people's hands are inexplicably stained with blood when counting money. However, there are obviously no wounds on their hands, and the money is also clean.

Two merchants have already met.

An old man said that this was money that was stained with blood from the dead, and it was money with unjust, which meant that it was bloody with unjust.

It must be that someone has not stopped after he dies, and there is a huge grievance that has not yet been revealed.

Fang Zheng’s first reaction was another supernatural incident?

This is the third supernatural event I encountered in five days. This frequent probability made Fang Zheng feel a little chilled after thinking about it carefully.

Just like ordinary people like Lao Wang and others, after accidentally hitting these, there is almost no way to resist except being anxious, worried and passive.

If you want to hide, you have nowhere to hide.

"Fang Zheng, do you believe that there is really such a... thing in this world?" Lao Wang picked up the beer and sipped in a sip, feeling a little irritated.

Lao Wang was in a taboo and did not say it was... a ghost.

When I talk about ghosts at night, people are listening, and ghosts are listening.

"You have also seen it. Because of the blood money incident, the merchants in this circle were panicked. Even I began to suspicion, and I was afraid that I would really get that...thing. I really hope that the stains or pigments that were accidentally stained on the money can be washed off after washing. No matter whether it is really evil or not, it is best not to let me receive that kind of thing in my life. It would be a mess."

Lao Wang looked at the guy who was still working hard to launder money.

The eyes are very taboo.

"..." Fang Zheng was speechless, powerful detergent washing powder and board brushes? Are you sure this is not scrubbing the clothes?

Founder asked about the details about blood money.

Unfortunately, Lao Wang and other merchants have no idea.

After all, not every piece of money has a name written on it. Who does this piece of money belong to, where does it live, what is the house number, and how many phone numbers are.

"Forget it, let's not talk about my troubles anymore. I still have two sons and one daughter who are studying in college to pay for them. After graduating from college, I have to save money to buy a house for them. After getting married, I will never be able to live without this food stall in my life. You said you had something to ask me for, what's the matter?" Lao Wang looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng said the purpose of this trip.

Merchants like Lao Wang do have their own ways. After learning about Founder's purpose, Lao Wang tore off a piece of white paper from the account book, picked up a ballpoint pen and wrote an address to Founder.

Let him go to Jufa Farmers' Market and find a butcher Zhang named Zhang Qiwu.

After hearing from Lao Wang, this butcher Zhang killed pigs and sold pork for generations. When the reform and liberated, butcher Zhang's grandfather was already slaughtering live animals for the commune.

Fang Zheng had a few drinks with Lao Wang and reminisced for a while. When he left the boiling food stall, it was almost 2:30 in the morning.

At this time, all the merchants in the night market had closed their stalls, and the streets turned back to the empty night, and the coldness was the only street lights were as quiet as dusk, and the silence sneaked into the night with the wind.

Founder learned that Jufa Farmers' Market had opened at 1 or 2 a.m. He rushed over now, almost 3 a.m., and 3 a.m. It was already very late for the hotels, restaurants, and vegetable vendors who got up early to purchase goods at the Farmers' Market.

Because of the good fruits and vegetables, only the "second-class goods" left are left by hotels and restaurants.

When Fang Zheng found the stall where Butcher Zhang was, butcher Zhang had already set up a stall to run it. Because the breakfast shop that pursues taste always uses fresh pork to make meat filling every day.

When I first saw Butcher Zhang, I didn’t look like a butcher at all.

Butcher Zhang is not the fat and strong person in people's impression. He weighs 200 and his arms are as thick as a bucket. In fact, Butcher Zhang is only about 170 years tall. He said that he is like a fitness coach with well-proportioned muscles, his body is clean and more like a butcher.

Butcher Zhang is about thirty years old.

I heard that I am still single.

At this time, in front of the butcher Zhang's stall, there were several small restaurants and breakfast meat bakery people who were purchasing freshly slaughtered pork.

Fang Zheng had been waiting quietly and politely waited for these people to complete the purchase, so he was ready to step forward.

"Big brother... can I ask me... to buy it first? My mother is sick, Grandma Xu said that eating meat can nourish the body and can help my mother's illness get better soon."

"Chenchen wants her mother to get better soon. Chenchen doesn't want to be sad when she sees her mother. Please, big brother."

At this moment, a little girl with a white and carved face stood in front of the pork stall, nervously and timidly lowered her head, as if she felt that she had done something wrong and did not dare to look up at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looked at the little girl in front of him, with a little confused and a look of surprise.

The little girl's head lowered even lower, she retreated timidly, lowered her avatar and did something wrong, and kept bowing and apologizing: "I'm sorry, sorry, big brother, big brother, you... buy it first. Mom said that the child cannot go to the line and cannot cause trouble for others."

The little girl was timid and only dared to look down at her feet, not at Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng's nose was sore, and he sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his sore nose hard, and asked Butcher Zhang to beat the tenderest tenderloin, held a bag of pork in his hand, then squatted down, gently rubbed the little girl's head, and said with a gentle look: "Chenchen is so well-behaved. He is already so sensible and sensible at such a young age. He knows how to take care of his mother. He is a sensible and well-behaved child."

"A good child should reward the little red flowers. These pork should be treated as the big brother and rewarded Chenchen."

Fang Zheng handed out the bag in his hand.

The little girl was innocent, clean and bright, and looked at Fang Zheng happily, then she took out a neatly folded ten-yuan banknote from her body in a hurry. The little adult said seriously: "Thank you, Big Brother!! Big Brother, Chenchen will give you money."

Fang Zheng touched the little girl's head and said, "Big brother gave it to Chenchen for free. I hope Chenchen's mother will get better as soon as possible."

The little girl shook her head and said, "Big brother, my mother said Chenchen is a good child. Good children should be kind and listen to their mothers. They should not steal things. Chenchen is rich."

The little girl tried hard to raise the ten-dollar banknote in her hand.

"Okay, okay, Chenchen spends money to buy the pork from his elder brother. Chenchen is so cute. Remember, be kind and listen to your mother's words well." Fang Zheng smiled.

Seeing that Fang Zheng took the money from her hands, the little girl then took the bag from Fang Zheng.

"Do you need the elder brother to send Chenchen home?" Fang Zheng said.

"Thank you, my elder brother. Chenchen lives nearby. I won't bother you anymore."

The little girl had innocent eyes, clean, sweet and kind smile, bowed to Fang Zheng and thanked her, and then said sweetly goodbye to her elder brother, and saw her holding the bag in her arms with difficulty, as if holding the most precious thing in the world, jumping happily all the way, gradually disappearing into the misty night outside the farmers' market.

Fang Zheng looked down at his palm.

His right hand, which was ten yuan, was stained with blood at some point, and was scarlet and cold under the blazing white and cold light.
Chapter completed!