I open a supermarket with strange rules

The first thing to do is to draw out the rollback card, after all, it is a life-saving artifact.

You need to increase your death value.

The materials for the Small World Tree are of course on the agenda.

The man in the original owner's memory may be related to her own time travel, so she must find out the details if she has the chance.

After sorting out her thoughts, Zhao Xiyue returned to the supermarket and called Potato Chips over strangely.

She sat behind the mahogany desk with a cold expression, "South Bank Fishing Village, how much do you know."

Unexpectedly, when Potato Chips heard this location strangely, his three eyes suddenly twisted and he huddled together in fear.

The strange and intense reaction of the potato chips aroused Zhao Xiyue's interest. "It seems that you know a lot about this place." She asked with interest.

Potato Chips said in a strange human language, "Horrible, turning into a fish."

Fishing village, become fish.

Zhao Xiyue seemed to be thinking about something.

If we ask further, the strangely limited human language of potato chips can no longer express anything useful.

Zhao Xiyue frowned, thought for a moment and asked, "It's all foggy outside, how can we go to the South Bank Fishing Village?"

This is also her biggest concern at the moment.

Once you enter the white fog, you will either be swallowed up or lost.

"Bus." Potato Chips said strangely, "At the door, bus No. 18."

18. Eighteen levels of hell.

This is not an auspicious number for humans in a place with supernatural nature.

"Do you know the matte pearl?" This is the growth material that the World Tree requires to find.

The three strange eyes of potato chips contain the same confusion and ignorance.

Zhao Xiyue frowned, knowing that this thing was not so easy to get.

She went downstairs and found Gu Quan, and told him, "Open a new recruitment, a few human employees and strange thugs."

Gu Quan nodded to show that he understood, and then asked, "Do you want to go out?"

Zhao Xiyue hummed lightly.

"Wait for me." Gu Quan quickly ran up to the manager's office on the third floor and soon came down with a sports backpack. "Take this with you. There are some daily necessities such as food and medicine in it."

Zhao Xiyue was a little surprised. Gu Quan, who looked like a spoiled young master, was actually so attentive.

She took the backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and thanked him.

There is a lot of fog outside today. The fog that covers the sky and the sun has reduced visibility to less than ten meters.

In the fog, a dim light indicated the location for Zhao Xiyue.

That's the bus stop.

The platform is not far from the supermarket entrance, and it only takes five or six minutes to walk there.

The shabby and mottled platform was empty, with no one waiting for the train except Zhao Xiyue.

Within the range of the light, the white fog was expelled, and Zhao Xiyue saw the words written on the road sign in a strange and human language: No. 18 bus route map.

There are eighteen stops in total, the Lifeless Supermarket is the tenth stop, and the South Bank Fishing Village is the eleventh stop.

There was no bus schedule written on it, so Zhao Xiyue simply sat down on the creaking stool.

She looked at Bai Wu and searched for props in the system mall.

If you want to strike the right balance in the world of ghost stories, you must be able to use weird language.

Today she must get rid of her status as a ghost story illiterate.

Soon, she found two props.

The first one is this book, "Thirty Days, From Beginner to Master of Weird Languages", 13 green bills.

The second one is a one-time special prop that allows the host to quickly learn a strange language through consciousness transmission. It costs 500 green bills.

Zhao Xiyue looked at her balance and decisively chose the second one.

A large amount of unfamiliar information was transmitted into his mind, and in less than a second, Zhao Xiyue became a human genius who was proficient in strange languages.

This is so convenient.

With this good thing, I don’t have to go to school anymore.

Just think about Tsinghua or Peking University.

Time passed quickly as she practiced the weird language in her mind.

The bus horn woke her up, and she noticed a green bus appeared in the white fog.

The bus drove quietly along the unclear road. It looked very modern, a new energy vehicle commonly seen in cities. The whole body of the bus was light green, and the appearance of the light in the white mist was somewhat similar to the ghost car.

The bus stopped at the platform, and the dim red number 18 on the LED screen gave off an ominous feeling.

It looks weird at first glance.

She put the book in her backpack and got on the bus.

I glanced around the car and suddenly felt that the two people in the back seat looked familiar.

A fashionable guy with a cheerful smile and a girl who loves to wear Lolita.

There is also a man in uniform with teardrop moles at the corners of his eyes sitting at the door.

Aren’t these the three traitors of the human camp and the three lackeys of the weird camp in the original book?

A truly vicious villain, the kind whose mission is to destroy all of humanity.

As all three are weird lackeys, they should respect each other, but in reality they are hostile to each other and think that the other party lowers their own standards.

It is mentioned in the original book that the three people met during a ghost story.

Could it be the strange story about the South Bank Fishing Village?

This is going to cause trouble.

Zhao Xiyue's eyes lit up and she thought she had come to the right place again.

This time the death value is guaranteed.

It’s just that the strange story of Nan’an Fishing Village, which has no name in the original book, is not known what is there that is worth these three people coming here at the same time.

"Please insert a coin."

"Please insert a coin."

"Please insert a coin."

The inorganic mechanical sound urged repeatedly, and Zhao Xiyue looked at the ballot box.

The driver stared at her with dead fish eyes.

The two men looked at each other, and the driver grinned, revealing his fangs covered with meat.

A strong smell of blood came, and Zhao Xiyue frowned, knowing that the other party was not a good person either.

There is no place to write the fare.

There is an obvious pitfall.

The carriage was very quiet, without any sound of talking.

Zhao Xiyue smiled innocently, took out her cell phone and dialed: 4848438.

"Beep-beep--Hello, this is the Hell Bus complaint hotline. How can I help you?"

The driver's eyes suddenly widened and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He just wanted to add a meal, how could he complain?

Zhao Xiyue spoke slowly, "Hello, I would like to ask, what is the penalty if the driver violates the rules?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded resentful, "In order to ensure high-quality service, we will retrain the drivers."

The driver's pale face began to turn blue.

He quickly took out the ticket and handed it to Zhao Xiyue, and also handed over a 20-dollar green bill in a flattering manner.

Zhao Xiyue took the two things and then slowly said in the driver's pleading eyes, "Okay, I understand. As a passenger, I will monitor the driver's every move and give you feedback in time."

The operator seemed to swallow, and said expectantly, "Thank you, ma'am."

Zhao Xiyue hung up the phone.

The driver looked angry but dared not say anything. "Please get in the car, ma'am."

He was afraid that Zhao Xiyue would complain again.

Damn, how did she know the complaint phone number?

Zhao Xiyue paid five green bills according to the amount on the receipt and got on the bus without changing her expression.

The dim green car lights shone on the bus stop sign, and ant-sized words were written at the bottom.

"Hell Bus Complaint Hotline: 3838438"

The bus slowly drove into the white fog, and the passengers on the platform watched quietly.

Zhao Xiyue turned over the ticket and found the rules written on it.