Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Southsea City lacks everything, except coffee shops.

I don't know if it's because I genuinely like it, or if people in this city just need a place to kill time in the afternoon.

The Rose Café on Anxiang Street is run by Xu Wei, a member of the Witch's Guild.

With the streets teeming with undercover agents from the Bureau of Investigation, Jiang Chaosheng decided to find a different place to stay.

There's no signal in the Zero Antique Shop; cell phones and computers are just for show.

After living on Anxiang Street for a while, I got tired of it.

As for why it has to be a coffee shop...

Those who are willing to spend tens of dollars to buy a cup of bitter water to pass the time are mostly people who like quiet.

Jiang Chaosheng craves the warmth of everyday life but can't stand noise.

South District, Jinmu Cafe.

It's not far from Anxiang Street, just around the corner.

Jiang Chaosheng sat in the corner, his latte already cold, the milk foam dry on the rim of the cup, like a background singer left to language in a karaoke bar—unattended and gradually cooling down.

He was checking out the Dream Island Resort.

The screen shows that the resort is located in Shenzhen, an innovative city known for its high technology.

The owner booked an entire island, aiming for a high-end market.

The business was thriving, but it suddenly announced a shutdown for rectification eight months ago, and only reopened a few days ago.

There are all sorts of rumors circulating online: some say he offended powerful figures, while others say the boss owed gambling debts.

"Uncle, do you still want some cake?"

A timid voice rang in my ears.

Jiang Chaosheng snapped out of his daze and looked down.

It was a little girl, not even as tall as his knee.

She was dressed in tattered clothes and her face was filthy, just like Helian when we first met.

He pushed the cake toward the side of the table.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she grabbed the cake and took a big bite, her cheeks bulging, and she mumbled:

"Uncle is such a kind person, thank you, Uncle."

Jiang Chaosheng looked at her, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a slight smile:

"It's alright, you can have it."

The little girl paused for a moment, blushed, grabbed the cake, and ran away.

She had only run a few steps when a hand reached out from behind, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and lifted her up.

"Little brat, trying to freeload at my shop?"

Jiang Chaosheng looked up.

He was a young man wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants, with short hair and a slightly roguish look in his eyes.

The little girl's eyes widened, and she flailed about in terror:

"Boss, this is a gift from my uncle!"

The young man in black ignored her and reached his hand inside her clothes.

The little girl panicked completely and screamed:

"What are you doing?! You're being a pervert! Help!"

The customers in the coffee shop all turned to look.

Some people frowned, some took out their phones, and a man in a blue suit suddenly stood up, strode over, and said coldly:

"Dude, you wouldn't do something like this to ask for a customer's cake in your shop, would you?"

The young man in black remained silent.

He pulled his hand out of the little girl's pocket, his fingertips holding a wallet, and waved it in front of the man in the blue suit.

The man in the blue suit froze, looking at the little girl in disbelief.

The little girl hung her head and remained silent.

The man in the blue suit blushed with embarrassment, muttered "Sorry" in a low voice, and quickly left the coffee shop.

The young man in black shouted at the woman in the red dress behind the counter:

"Wife, remember his face!"

Next time he comes, give him a free meal!

The young man in black released his grip, placed the little girl back on the ground, and glared at her fiercely.

"You little brat, if you do it again, I'll break your legs."

The little girl's tears fell in a steady stream:

"I'll never do it again... Can I go now?"

"Get lost."

The little girl wiped away her tears and ran out in a flash.

Jiang Chaosheng watched that small figure disappear through the doorway.

He actually knew she was a thief.

Although I am still a mortal, I have cultivated the Spirit Gathering Technique for so long that I still have some perception.

So, the wallet was given to her on purpose.

He saw the little girl run to the door, and a woman in a red dress came out from behind the bar, holding several pieces of cake, and bent down to hand them to her.

The little girl paused for a moment, took it, bowed to the woman, and ran away.

Jiang Chaosheng smiled and shook his head.

The proprietress lost money trading a few pieces of cake for tens of dollars.

"Dude, your wallet."

The young man in black placed his wallet on the table.

Jiang Chaosheng took it and said earnestly, "Thank you."

The young man in black glanced at the coffee beside him and smiled.

"Dude, I'm not a coffee drinker."

Jiang Chaosheng nodded honestly:

I like the ambiance of your store.

"This was designed by my wife."

The young man in black immediately laughed, his eyebrows and eyes relaxing – he was a typical henpecked husband.

He extended his hand: "Meng Xing."

Jiang Chaosheng grasped it: "Jiang Chaosheng."

Meng Xing, naturally outgoing, glanced at Jiang Chaosheng's phone screen and his eyes lit up:

"Hey, Dream Island Resort? Hey buddy, wanna go there?"

Jiang Chaosheng asked, "Have you been there?"

Meng Xing waved his hand with an embarrassed smile:

"I can't afford it. A ticket costs 100,000 yuan. I can't afford it."

He paused, a hint of smugness in his voice:

"However, my wife is a design master; she designed Dream Island in the first place."

Jiang Chaosheng hadn't expected such a coincidence.

I went out for a coffee and ran into someone who knew about Dream Island?

Jiang Chaosheng said:

"I heard they've reopened, so I thought I'd go check it out, but..."

Jiang Chaosheng paused:

"I don't know why it closed down before?"

Meng Xing said with a smile:

"Then you've come to the right person. There really is something going on here."

Jiang Chaosheng listened attentively.

Meng Xingdao:

"The boss had a son late in life, so he asked a master to tell the fortune of the unborn child."

The master said that this Dream Island is a natural "Feng Shui Dragon Gate".

Those who come to Dream Island are all exceptional individuals.

These people's fortunes will suppress the fortunes of their unborn children.

If Dream Island is closed and reopened after the child is born, the unborn child can borrow the luck of those tourists, achieving great success and becoming a renowned figure in the Xia Kingdom!

When Jiang Chaosheng saw this statement, which was heavily influenced by feudal superstition, his mind began to wander.

Eight months ago.......

If the baby is premature, it is indeed possible for the baby to be born at eight months.

If the Dream Island Resort is opened after the birth of the dragon, the concept of "stealing the dragon's energy" will no longer exist.

If the mastermind behind Dream Island Resort is the Evil Qilin, then this superstitious belief might indeed be the reason for the resort's closure.

Doesn't Xie Qilin claim to be a disciple of Buddhism?

Calling him a master... is about right.

Why is the evil Qilin so concerned about a baby?

Forbidden items?

What could a baby possibly have to do with forbidden things?

A slow smile appeared on Jiang Chaosheng's lips:

"I'm kind of looking forward to seeing what kind of surprise he has in store for me."

Meng Xing paused for a moment, then laughed:

"There will definitely be surprises, after all, it's a place designed by my wife."

If you go there, could you take a picture of me?

I've never been there before, so I don't know what my wife's design is like.

Jiang Chaosheng looked at Meng Xing, nodded, and said seriously:

"I'll be back in a week, and then I'll show you the photos from there."

After all, this boss named Meng Xing had helped him.

As someone with an emotional disorder, he values ​​the debts of gratitude owed to others.

.....

The boat moved slowly, and the motor sputtered and groaned.

The seawater was deep at first, then gradually became shallower, so clear that you could see the sand ripples on the bottom.

Jiang Chaosheng stood at the bow of the boat, gazing into the distance.

The sunlight shattered on the crests of the waves, twinkling like shards of glass.

"Amitabha."

An aged Buddhist chant arose beside me.

Jiang Chaosheng turned his head and saw an old monk wearing a kasaya.

This ship belongs to the Dream Island attached village and is called the Dream Ship.

There were about twenty people on board.

This monk is the strangest.

On the boat was a man who was clearly a nouveau riche, speaking in a nonchalant manner, bragging to his mistress that he had spent more than 200,000 yuan on this trip.

If we do the math...

More than 100,000... one person... a week-long vacation.

Where do monks get the money to vacation on Dream Island?

"Do you know, baby, there are only three types of people who come to Dream Island for vacation?"

One type is cultural figures invited by the island owner to add some charm to the island; frankly, they're there to work.

A middle-aged man wearing a thick gold chain and gold teeth, with his arm around a slender young woman, glanced at the old monk and said:

"In my opinion, what kind of bullshit cultured people are they?"

If one truly possesses the integrity of a scholar, why would they be tempted to come to a resort for enjoyment?

How tasteless!

The old monk had his eyes closed and his face expressionless.

The girl blinked her big eyes:

"And what about the other type of person?"

The nouveau riche smiled contemptuously, glancing at Jiang Chaosheng with a meaningful look:

"There's another kind of poor guy who saves up for years just to see what high society is like."

The girl covered her mouth and chuckled, a hint of pride in her eyes:

"What about the third one?"

The nouveau riche planted a big kiss on the girl's cheek.

"So, we're the real upper class, aren't we?"

Tickets cost over 100,000 yuan each, and I just spent them without a second thought, it's all about having fun!

Suddenly, a chill enveloped the nouveau riche.

The nouveau riche shuddered, tightened his clothes, and looked around:

"The wind on the island is strong."

The girl teased:

"Is my brother weak?"

The nouveau riche leered at the girl, then put his arm around her and led her toward the stern, which was sheltered from the wind.

"You have no taste. You'll see how weak I am tonight."

Jiang Chaosheng gently stroked his chest and whispered:

"Behave yourself."

On his chest was the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon Pill.

The small island in the distance slowly grew larger.

The houses are white, clustered together on the shore, so white they seem unreal—it must be a resort.

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