Chapter 2379: The life of a mortal (1)



The bell rang in the morning, shaking the sparse morning fog. The doors of thousands of households opened one after another.

A new day had begun, and the city was bursting with vitality.

Tang Zhen had a very comfortable sleep that night.

It had been a long time since he had slept. Now that he had transformed into a mortal, he had the opportunity to experience this feeling again.

Tang Zhen stretched his lazy waist, turned over, and got off the bed. After which, he sized up his surroundings.

"Not bad, the house is very clean."

Tang Zhen used a praising tone as he spoke. After which, he looked at the corner of the room. There was a faint black figure there.

That black figure bowed and greeted when he saw Tang Zhen looking at him. After which, he quietly disappeared.

There was a broom at the door, and it was placed in an upright position, just like the other tools.

There had been a musty smell in the room, but it had now disappeared. It turned out that the window had been opened a little, and a breeze was blowing in.

The weeds in the courtyard were also cleaned up, and not a single spot was left out.

This made Tang Zhen very satisfied. He considered whether he should promote the other party to a servant and make him responsible for the daily cleaning and washing.

Although it had once been the owner of this house, that was in the past. The current owner was itself, and it had the right to decide whether the other party stayed or left.

It wasn't that they couldn't stay, but they had to do some work. He didn't keep idle people here.

After pushing open the door, a cool breeze blew over, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The surrounding neighbors widened their eyes as they stared blankly at Tang Zhen, who was standing at the door. Their expressions carried a shock that was not concealed at all.

Since when did this haunted house have a new owner?

"Good morning, everyone!"

Tang Zhen greeted him and slowly walked to the opposite side of the street. There was also a noodle stall there.

The fragrance filled the streets, causing Tang Zhen to swallow his saliva. This was because his stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

This mortal body had a really good digestive ability, and he would feel hungry from time to time.

The desire for food was also a form of enjoyment. Tang Zhen let nature take its course and had a good taste of the delicacies of the human world.

A bowl of fine noodles with deep-fried sauce, sprinkled with a handful of spicy sauce, made people sweat all over.

The noodle stall owner looked at Tang Zhen and curiously asked a few questions. After learning that he had just bought the house opposite, his expression became a little strange.

Tang Zhen smiled but didn't say anything. Of course, he knew what his neighbors were thinking. They thought that he had been tricked into buying a haunted house.

How could he have known that this was a buy one free one, he had gotten a servant to sweep the floor for free.

Just as they were eating, the short-bearded man rushed over and happened to see Tang Zhen eating.

He was overjoyed and immediately took out a transaction contract, ready to complete the next transaction.

Tang Zhen didn't dawdle as he signed and handed over the rest of the house payment to the other party.

When the short-bearded man was about to leave, Tang Zhen suddenly stopped him and said in a faint tone, if you meet a beggar on the road, give him some charity. If you have nothing to do, don't go home early. This way, you can avoid disaster.

"Are you crazy?"

The short-bearded man coldly snorted. He didn't put these words in his heart at all. Instead, he ridiculed Tang Zhen for being brainless.

In a few days, he would probably be crying in regret.

On the way back, the short-bearded man kicked away any beggar he came across in disgust.

After he returned to the shop, the short-bearded man kept feeling uneasy. Tang Zhen's words kept flashing in his mind.

Unable to suppress the doubts in his heart, the short-bearded man returned home, but did not expect to directly see his wife committing adultery with a friend.

The short-bearded man was so angry that he was about to go crazy. He picked up the door bolt and smashed it. Soon, the two of them fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing that a murder had been committed, the short-bearded man was terrified and quickly fled the scene.

However, because she was in a hurry, she didn't notice that her clothes were stained with a large blood stain.

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Originally, there were fewer people in the morning, so there was a chance to escape. However, the short-bearded man was unlucky to have met the beggar he had kicked away.

The beggar saw that he was in a hurry with a murderous look and a large patch of fresh blood on his body, and immediately became suspicious.

Coincidentally, a martial artist was passing by. The beggar immediately reported the discovery and pointed out the identity of the short-bearded man.

When the martial artist on patrol received the report, he immediately honked his horn and chased after the man. Soon, he caught the short-bearded man.

Because of the beggar's report, the short-bearded man was caught and probably would not escape death.

If he had been willing to give alms back then, he might have been able to escape this calamity. However, he had not done so.

It didn't take long for this matter to spread and become a hot topic of conversation among the people in the city.

The words that Tang Zhen had once said were remembered by the neighbors. All of them could not help but click their tongues in wonder.

As for Tang Zhen himself, he didn't care at all.

He was just giving a casual reminder and didn't care about the result. In fact, even if he explained it clearly, would the short-bearded man really believe him?

Good words can't persuade a damned ghost. Tang Zhen merely wanted to test how powerful the ordinary divination technique was.

The results had already proven that the divination techniques of mortals were indeed not weak. They could determine life and death with a single word, and could even see the trend of a country's fate.

This matter was just done casually. It could be said that he had forgotten it after and did not let go of his heart at all.

After going around the streets and buying some firewood, rice, oil, and salt, the days passed.

At the same time, brush, ink, paper, inkstone, as well as other things used by scholars, were continuously sent into the blacksmith shop.

Seeing people coming in and out, the neighbor looked on coldly, wondering how long this new foreigner could stay.

In fact, in their hearts, they also hoped that Tang Zhen would be able to stay a little longer. That would prove that the blacksmith shop had already recovered its peace.

At night, when they were resting, they could sleep more soundly.

After closing the door, the small courtyard became a world of its own.

Tang Zhen opened the original owner's wardrobe, took out a set of half-new and not-so-old clothes from inside, and placed it on the table.

Then, he dipped the brush in ink and wrote down lines of runes under his clothes, which looked mysterious and strange.

After writing the clothes, he wrote pants and shoes, as well as a pair of animal skin gloves.

After he finished writing, Tang Zhen threw the writing brush to the side and turned his head to look at the corner.

"I've already prepared your clothes for you. After you put them on, start a fire and forge for me. It's a pity that this blacksmith shop is abandoned, it's better to continue operating.

If you don't want to do it, then get the hell out of here. This is no longer your home."

After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he slowly walked into the small courtyard and lay down on a chair.

The tall figure hiding in the corner slowly walked to the table and tried to grab the clothes.

Soon, these clothes were put on, and a tall figure appeared in the house, floating around as if he had no weight.

After a moment of silence, it bowed to Tang Zhen and impatiently walked to the furnace.

As the fire sickle struck, the charcoal in the furnace was ignited, and smoke rose from the long-silent chimney again.

He threw the iron ingot into the furnace and waited for it to burn red. Then, the tall figure waved the iron hammer and continued to knock it.

Hearing the sound of iron being struck, the neighbors were stunned and their bodies began to tremble.

They were very familiar with this sound. Back when the blacksmith was still alive, he would knock like this every day.

The blacksmithing that was already known as the haunted house was once again filled with the sound of iron being struck. Anyone would feel that something was wrong.

The neighbors were all secretly guessing whether they would see Tang Zhen's body tomorrow morning.

Who would have thought that the blacksmith shop, which had been closed for a long time, would suddenly open for business the next morning?

On the old weapon rack, there were many long swords and sabers that glinted coldly. They were obviously new products that had just been forged.

Tang Zhen sat in the shop and looked at the neighbors who were sticking their heads out. A harmless smile hung on his face.

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