In Chen Tianming's eyes, there was a young man named Lin Mu who had accidentally entered the place where evil techniques were being used.
This place was no other than Lin Mu's place of work, a steamed bun shop.
Lin Mu woke up a bit earlier than before. It was currently around 5: 30 in the morning.
Lin Mu was preparing for his morning run when he suddenly found that the shop he worked in was filled with a red glow.
The sky was not bright yet and there were no pedestrians on the street.
For Lin Mu, who cared about the shop's situation, he was only an employee and would not go to see what was going on.
However, this Lin Mu also had a lot of luck.
In the world's orbit.
Out of curiosity, he walked over to see what was going on.
Looking through a small piece of glass, he saw three lit candles. The red candles emitted a red glow.
Lin Mu saw the boss, Old Zhang, kowtow to the candles three times. Then he took out a cup and a small knife. He cut his finger and the scarlet blood dripped into the cup.
What made Lin Mu feel disgusted was that Old Zhang directly poured his blood into the fermented flour.
Seeing this, Lin Mu cursed in his heart.
Thinking of how he had eaten many of Old Zhang's blood steamed buns in the past month or two.
The next day, Lin Mu deliberately woke up early to check on the shop, but he found that everything was normal.
This went on for more than ten days, but nothing happened.
Thinking of this, Lin Mu felt that he was just an employee and would leave after this month. Why would he care about this?
When Lin Mu was prepared to leave, the shop released a red glow again.
Seeing this, Lin Mu's curiosity made him stop.
Lin Mu quietly walked out of the shop and saw the same situation as last time.
At this moment, Old Zhang suddenly looked at where Lin Mu was.
Lin Mu was so scared that he did not dare move.
What was unexpected was that before the blood could be turned into steamed buns, Old Zhang had already rushed out.
Seeing this, Lin Mu cursed in his heart.
He hurriedly walked in and put some of the flour with blood into the garbage bag. Then, he mixed some of the flour and made up for it. However, he accidentally hung his finger on the machine and a drop of blood flowed into the flour.
In the morning, Old Zhang looked at Lin Mu with a gloomy expression. Lin Mu could only pretend that he did not know anything and the day passed like this.
After another ten days, it was the end of the month.
Old Zhang suddenly found Lin Mu and said, "I'm not going to keep this shop anymore. I'll give it to you."
What?
Lin Mu knew how good this shop's business was.
Everyone knew that Boss Zhang had only taken over for three months, but he had already earned more than a thousand silver coins.
Now that it was being transferred to him, Lin Mu couldn't understand what was going on.
Furthermore, the salary here was only five silver coins. After working here for two months, he only had a dozen silver coins in his savings, which was less than twenty.
Are you kidding me?
At this time, Old Zhang stared at Lin Mu and said, "Only ten silver coins. Ten silver coins and this shop is yours."
Lin Mu felt that there was a conspiracy behind this, so he didn't reply and directly went back to his dorm.
Old Zhang's gloomy voice came from behind.
You'll agree.
At five in the morning, Lin Mu felt very uneasy and went to the store.
Red lanterns were hung outside the shop, and there were many people surrounding it.
Lin Mu could not understand what was going on.
Old Zhang pulled Lin Mu and said, "Why aren't you coming over to help? There are so many guests waiting."
Lin Mu could only helplessly help.
When he was idle, Lin Mu saw a little girl's face turn green under the candlelight. The girl only smiled at Lin Mu.
After an hour of busy work, all the guests had left.
However, the steamed buns on the table were still there.
Lin Mu knew that he had fallen into a strange situation.
Lin Mu had heard this kind of strange story many times.
He had also heard of a certain person walking at night and meeting people playing cards under a rock. When he was resting, he also joined in. The next morning, he found that it was under a rock, but it was clearly a graveyard. The money he won was hell money, but if he lost, it was hard to say what would happen.
In this situation, Lin Mu knew that he could not escape.
When the bright red steamed buns were placed on the table and the guests were very satisfied, Lin Mu understood something.
The steamed buns on the table had turned from red to white.
He also understood why the steamed buns were astringent for a few days every month and tasted bad.
The boss only explained to the guests, "It hasn't fermented well."
But the business was getting better and better.
As someone who lived in a strange world, Lin Mu had heard many stories since he was young, so how could he not understand?
These diners were not people and these blood red steamed buns were not for people to eat.
And these blood red steamed buns were for people to eat.
This was a kind of evil technique.
Although Lin Mu had never seen this kind of evil technique before, he had heard of it before. He never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him.
He was just a normal person, how could he have thought that he would encounter this kind of thing while working here?
It would be better to follow a warlord, perhaps he would be able to make a name for himself.
At this time, Old Zhang said, "Although this is an evil technique, the business is exploding. You only need to make blood red steamed buns three times a month to keep the business booming."
Lin Mu coldly said, "If the business is this good, why don't you keep doing it and give it to me?"
"These blood red steamed buns are not that simple. The first time you need three drops of blood from your fingertips and the second time you need double. I can't hold on any longer." Boss Zhang said.
Lin Mu looked at Boss Zhang and saw that his face was pale. It was said that before he took over the store, Old Zhang was a hundred and eighty pounds, but now he was a hundred pounds and was all skin and bones. In the eyes of outsiders, Boss Zhang had made money and had people outside, causing his body to be in a deficit.
Of course, whether you agree or not, this store is already yours. The guests from before came to congratulate you.
This is the contract. Once you sign it, you will be the owner of this store.
He, he
Only a fool would sign it.
Lin Mu directly rejected it.
You will agree.
In the early morning, Lin Mu heard the sound of knocking on his door.
It was very noisy, like there were many people.
They were all shouting that they wanted steamed buns, they wanted steamed buns.
Lin Mu's face turned pale with fright.
Lin Mu could only get up and open the door, "What's the rush? I'll immediately do it."
Do you see it?
This is no longer something you can refuse.
I already told the guests yesterday that you are the owner of this store.
Lin Mu looked at the wound on his finger and knew that he had been tricked by Old Zhang.
At that time, Lin Mu had also found it strange. How could the hand operated machine be so sharp? Now it seemed like Old Zhang had done something to it, causing the guests to eat his blood red steamed buns.
The contract also had the name he had signed when he entered the store. Old Zhang had actually managed to get it onto this transfer contract.
Now he only needed to sign it once.
Thinking of the feeling of Tu Yi knocking on his door in the morning, Lin Mu could only agree with Old Zhang and sign the contract.
"Hei, hei, that's right. You can do it for a few months. When the time comes, why don't you just find someone like me to take over?" Old Zhang laughed as he spoke.
Lin Mu was not an honest person. In this era of warlords, those who could make a living were not easy to deal with.
Although Lin Mu was not an honest person, towards an existence like Tu Yi, he was the same as most people. He was filled with awe.
But like Old Zhang said, after a few months, it was not impossible to find someone to take over.
In the following month, Lin Mu earned three-four hundred silver dollars, but his body had become much weaker.
But for money, Lin Mu's heart steeled and he extinguished the three candles that would never burn out.
PS: Fuck, this story wasn't written well. There are so many poison points. It's not that the story wasn't written well, but rather that there wasn't enough time. It was night.