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

The United States, the Black Veil Hotel, the penthouse presidential suite.

The Dark Council Chief placed the Scepter of Hell on the table, slowly walked to the sofa, sat down, opened a bottle of red wine, and gazed at the city night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently swirling the crimson liquid in his glass.

The aroma of wine filled the air, but he suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Since you're already here, why not have a drink with me?"

He wasn't speaking English with a London accent, but rather standard Mandarin from China.

Before the words were finished, a seven-colored halo appeared out of thin air in the room, shimmering like a rosy cloud.

A middle-aged man dressed in hemp clothing slowly walked out from the halo of light.

The Grand Preceptor of the Way of Peace – Niulang.

The councilor picked up the bottle, poured another glass, and handed it over.

The male escort walked to the sofa opposite him, sat down, frowned at his wine glass, and shook his head.

"My Chinese stomach can't handle foreign liquor."

With a flick of his wide sleeves, a gourd of wine appeared in his palm.

Once the gourd lid is opened, the aroma of the wine is irresistible, rich and intense, quite unlike the refined and expensive nature of red wine.

The Cowherd leaned closer and smelled it, his face filled with ecstasy:

"This is the real good stuff."

The councilor's gaze was fixed on his cuff, a mixture of greed and curiosity in his eyes:

"How much did you pay for this outfit? Can you make me a complete set?"

The Cowherd frowned:

"This is magic."

The speaker of parliament sighed regretfully:

"Fine, I'm not like you. You were born with a spiritual ability and know magic."

The Cowherd teased:

"You can ask Satan for help."

The councilor chuckled twice:

"Satan opened my mind, and I became a creature of hell."

"Once I become a creature of hell, I can no longer freely roam the human world."

He let out a long sigh and looked out the window at the sunlit city.

"The last emperor's move, 'Sealing Heaven and Earth,' was truly ruthless."

The air and sunlight of the human world are utterly poisonous to the creatures of hell.

He was silent for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and then pondered:

"If we could obtain Constantine's grandmother's book, there might be a way to make the creatures of hell immune to this deadly poison."

However... that thing is in the owner's hands; we can't get it even if we wanted to.

He shook his head. He crossed his legs, shifting to a more comfortable position, and his tone softened:

"It'll be soon. Twilight is about to fall, and Antique Shop Zero will be ours sooner or later."

The Cowherd put down his wine jug, his expression somewhat wistful:

"I've waited too long for this day."

He stood up, walked to the French windows, basked in the warm sunlight, closed his eyes in enjoyment, and slowly grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"For thousands of years, I have schemed against the masters of each generation."

This forces them to succumb to the curse of the Zero Antique Shop, accelerating the frequency of changing managers.

Finally, I took over Antique Shop Zero at dusk.

He opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the glass and landing in the distance.

"I have been waiting for this day for thousands of years."

When twilight falls, the war that has raged for thousands of years will finally come to an end.

And so, peace truly returned to the world.

The speaker of parliament raised his glass, his expression solemn:

"A toast to peace!"

The Cowherd turned around, his gaze burning brightly:

"Respect, peace."

.....

Baiyun Town, a border town of the Xia Kingdom.

The scenery is beautiful, but the area is extremely poor.

The mountains are green, the water is clear, but they can't keep people here.

Few tourists come here to see the scenery.

The Paradise Hotel in the town is the only hotel here.

The TV in the hotel lobby was playing a promotional video for "Fox Spirit Antique Shop".

Yang Mi, the actress who plays the fox demon, is being interviewed by the media.

Reporter asked:

What do you think of this drama?

Yang Mi smiled, her eyes crinkling:

"Hmm... the person who came up with the antique shop theme is a genius, I really like it..."

Cui Xinyue stared at the television, her eyes almost overflowing with jealousy.

Cui Dajun stood to the side, clicking his tongue in disapproval:

"Girl, if Jin Meiting hadn't tripped you up, you'd be the one being interviewed right now, wouldn't you?"

Cui Xinyue gritted her teeth:

"Yes, it's all Jin Meiting's fault!"

Cui Dajun snorted coldly:

"How dare she block my daughter's way! I'll make sure that Jin Meiting knows what she's doing!"

Cui Xinyue rolled her eyes at her father, her tone full of disdain:

"Dad, stop bragging."

If you were truly capable, you should have made me a sheriff, just like our class monitor, Li Mingyue.

Cui Dajun was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice:

"Li Mingyue may not have become a sheriff because of her powerful family background."

She probably got in through connections with some high-ranking official.

He turned around and looked at his daughter intently:

"But Dad is different. Dad is amazing, really."

"You'll find out tonight what Dad has been doing all these years lying low in Baiyun Town."

Cui Xinyue scoffed dismissively and continued cleaning with the broom.

In her memory, her father loved to brag.

He's always told her he has a powerful background, but all these years, I've never seen him associate with any important figures.

Sometimes when the sheriff comes to inspect, he has to run out and offer him cigarettes.

However, something strange did happen today.

There are very few tourists in Baiyun Town, but her father asked her to clean up all the rooms and prepare a lot of ingredients.

It's obvious there's a big order coming in tonight.

It's obvious there's a big order coming in tonight.

Hmm...maybe some travel agency tricked retired old men and women into paying a large sum of money to come to Baiyun Town to see the forest.

Late at night.

Without streetlights, Baiyun Town was plunged into pure darkness, like a piece of black jade forgotten between heaven and earth.

Cui Dajun stood at the shop entrance, a basin of water beside him. He paced anxiously back and forth, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his shadow stretched long and short by the light leaking from inside the shop.

Cui Xinyue walked out yawning:

"Dad, are the guests coming or not? It's so late!"

In the city, the nightlife is just beginning at ten o'clock.

But in this rural area, by ten o'clock everything is quiet, and there isn't a soul in sight on the main road.

Cui Dajun was clearly getting anxious too. He lit another cigarette and took a deep drag.

"It will come, it will definitely come."

I've been waiting for this day for twenty years.

Cui Xinyue felt that her father was bragging again.

He acted all mysterious, as if he were a secret agent hiding in the mortal world carrying out some kind of secret mission.

That's so cringeworthy.

She was a little annoyed:

"I didn't do a live stream because you said there were a lot of customers tonight. Do you know how much money you've missed out on?"

Cui Dajun abruptly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"Live streaming? How much money can you make from live streaming?"

Many important people will be coming tonight; they definitely will.

"Just say a few words to them, and you'll be set for life."

Cui Xinyue was about to lose her temper and was about to yell when she saw the light of car headlights in the distance.

She frowned.

There really are guests?

She stared intently, her eyes slowly widening in disbelief—

Those cars were all Mercedes-Benz minivans!

Cui Dajun's spirits lifted:

"They're here! Quick! Splash water to clean the streets!"

Cui Xinyue was still in a daze, responding with "Oh, oh," and then followed her father to pour basins of water onto the road.

The car gradually approached.

Cui Xinyue saw her father pat his trouser leg, and to her astonishment—

With a thud, he knelt down.

Cui Xinyue stared in astonishment, her mouth agape.

Kneeling...kneeling down?

Cui Dajun kept giving her meaningful glances:

"Quickly, kneel down!"

Despite her reluctance, Cui Xinyue's legs involuntarily bent down in this eerie atmosphere.

She sensed the convoy approaching, and people began to get off the vehicles one after another.

Immediately afterwards, she heard someone whisper in English—the gist of which was:

"Drive the car further away and find a place to burn it."

Cui Xinyue was utterly shocked.

These large commercial vehicles, each worth hundreds of thousands, are actually going to be burned?

At that moment, she heard her father speak in a deep voice, his voice carrying a tremor and reverence that had been suppressed for twenty years:

"Taiping Dao, Cui Dajun, respectfully welcomes Your Majesty!"

A noble yet languid female voice rang out:

"Rise."

Cui Xinyue couldn't help but raise her head.

The pupils suddenly contracted!

She saw a stylishly dressed woman wearing a fur coat, revealing most of her bare shoulder.

Behind the beautiful woman...

They were strange figures dressed in black robes, wearing masks, and adorned with ram's head pendants!