PNB Chapter 332 Pretending to be a ghost
Chapter 332 Pretending to be a ghost
Seeing that Ueno Jiro was still in doubt, Zeng Youfu frowned and smiled bitterly.
"You are the Grand Masters. If anything happens to you in the store, it would be a grave sin."
He pointed to his head and whispered:
"I only have one head and one life, how can I compensate you enough?"
At this time, Xia Wutong came out.
Zeng Youfu immediately shut up, Xia Wutong greeted Ueno Jiro warmly,
"Taijun, first see which material you like!"
"No, I want to take a look here, is that okay?"
Jiro Ueno was an educated man after all. Although he was a beast, he was covered with a layer of skin and looked gentle on the surface.
He was skeptical about Zeng Youfu's words.
"Why not?"
Xia Wutong said calmly. She walked to the front and gave Zeng Youfu a look. Zeng Youfu quietly stepped back and turned the gear on the cabinet.
Jiro Ueno walked near the counter, and suddenly a pair of scissors fell down. Jiro Ueno trembled and stepped back.
Seeing the scissors falling to the ground, only three centimeters away from his feet, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Seeing this, Xia Wutong immediately asked with concern,
"Taijun, are you okay?"
Xia Wutong was a little nervous and said in a low voice:
"It was just a little accident!"
Seeing Xia Wutong take a step forward, Ueno Jiro's eyes were filled with suspicion, but he still took a step back.
Before he could say anything, there was a loud noise behind him.
"boom!"
Then there was a howl,
"Ow!"
It turned out that the flowerpot next to Harasai Daiguang fell and hit him directly on the foot.
Everyone looked over and saw Harasai Daimitsu hopping on one foot, holding his feet with both hands, and walking around the room.
"It was just an accident!"
Xia Wutong continued to speak, but his voice lacked confidence.
"Wow!"
When he heard the noise, Jiro Ueno felt his scalp tingling.
Suddenly, a window support slid out and flew out like a sword.
Ueno Jiro's pupils dilated and his whole body froze, unable to react.
The wooden pole brushed past his head and knocked his hat off. Ueno Jiro breathed a sigh of relief and felt extremely relieved that he was short.
"Ow!"
The man's howl sounded again, and Ueno Jiro and Xia Wutong looked back.
I saw Yuan Zhai Daiguang holding his feet and spinning around. A wooden stick hit him directly in the face, leaving a square mark on his forehead. His eyes rolled back and he fell stiffly to the ground.
Xia Wutong turned around and shouted in surprise,
"Is this lady alright?"
Zeng Youfu hurried forward and shook Harasai Daiguang. Ueno Jiro stood up and looked at Xia Wutong with fear in his eyes. This woman was indeed a little weird, so it was better to keep a distance.
Xia Wutong asked with concern, smiling:
"Taijun, are you okay?"
Yuan Zhai Daguang's eyes were fixed, and he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly for a long time.
"Secretary Yuanzhai, are you okay?"
Harasai Daimitsu tried hard to open his eyes.
"fine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two streams of blood flowed from his nose.
Jiro Ueno was still unwilling to give up. He wanted to go and see this strange shop. He told Zeng Youfu,
"You're taking care of my secretary!"
He was still a little skeptical, so he turned to Xia Wutong and said,
"Keep taking me to see it!"
However, he lagged behind Xia Wutong by two steps, and was looking around, worried that something would suddenly fall.
Xia Wutong said to Ueno Jiro with an apologetic look on his face:
"This is all an accident. I'll take you to the back to have a look..."
Jiro Ueno took a step back, his eyes alert.
"do not come!"
He pointed at Xia Wutong with a wary look on his face.
"Just stand where you are."
As soon as he walked into the guest room, his eyes were attracted by something covered by a black cloth. He looked suspicious.
"what is that?"
Xia Wutong looked embarrassed and was reluctant to open it.
Seeing this, Jiro Ueno looked grim and stared at Xia Wutong.
"Open it!"
Seeing this, Xia Wutong's face turned bad, but he still obediently opened it.
When the black cloth was lifted, Jiro Ueno was startled by the yellow talisman paper that filled it.
He turned around and saw Xia Wutong standing in a dim corner. The light shone on her lowered head, and her shadow was very long.
With the curtains drawn, the whole room was a little dim, and the quiet atmosphere was a little eerie.
"A master said that I have an extremely evil fate and need something to suppress it so that I can continue my business."
Xia Wutong's voice was light, but Ueno Jiro's scalp tingled. The ghost novels he had read when he was in school suddenly appeared in his mind.
He walked out of the room quickly, as if on fire, and said to the confused Harasai Daimitsu:
"Let's go!"
The two of them had just walked out of the store and hadn't taken a few steps when a flower pot suddenly fell from the balcony and landed directly at Ueno Jiro's feet.
Jiro Ueno broke out in a cold sweat and his lips turned pale. He didn't dare to think about what would happen if this thing fell on his head. He looked up and found that there was no one upstairs.
"Taijun?"
Hearing the sound, Ueno Jiro turned around and saw Xia Wutong standing not far behind him, about to come over.
Ueno Jiro quickly raised his right hand and said to Xia Wutong:
"Don't come here!"
Xia Wutong stood there with a worried look on his face.
As soon as Jiro Ueno and Tomoko Harasai got into the car and it started moving, they both felt relieved.
After driving less than two meters, a roadside sign fell down with a "bang" and hit the front of the car.
Yuan Zhai Daguang's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Jiro Ueno slumped over in his seat, trembling.
The driver was hit by the sign, his head was covered in blood, and his life or death was unknown.
When Jiro Ueno got out of the car, he looked at the front of the car that was hit by the sign and gasped.
There are people muttering on the roadside.
"This Japanese man is really brave. He actually dared to go to the Longjiang tailor shop. Last time, a young policeman didn't believe in evil and went to molest the owner. On the way back, he got into a gunfight and a knife flew out from somewhere and cut his vitals..."
"When you mention this, I remember a master once said that Xia Wutong's destiny is dominated by metal and restrains Yang, but she has nothing to do with women, so she only does business with women."
"Occasionally a man would go there. As long as they weren't close friends, they'd just have some minor misfortune, falling down a couple of times while walking. They'd get bruised, but it wasn't a big deal."
"I also heard that she was married five times, and none of the five men survived past a month."
"But I heard that all the women who make clothes here find good marriages. It's better to believe it than not to believe it!"
Ueno Jiro was half-believing at first, but when he heard this, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
The Japanese military police arrived first, and Jiro Ueno stumbled into the car with a lingering fear on his face.
After he left, the two people who had been gossiping nearby looked at each other and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
On the balcony, there was a woman hanging clothes to dry, and on the floor with the sign, there was a man doing carpentry work.
Xia Wutong watched the car leave and walked into the store calmly.
Zeng Youfu removed the mechanism and said to Xia Wutong:
“I really want to leave their lives here!”
Xia Wutong chuckled.
“There’s always a chance.”
Lin Ruotang was in the Secret Service Bureau, keeping an eye on the detention center.