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

The first floor of the hotel.

The people in black robes removed their hoods, revealing faces covered by black masks.

It's easy to tell that these are foreigners by their language, hair color, and facial features.

Cui Xinyue moved between the tables, serving them meals.

Occasionally, she would banter with these foreigners in broken English, flitting around the room like a butterfly.

A messenger from hell stared at the alluring Cui Xinyue, his eyes gleaming with lust:

"That's really good" .

As he spoke, he gave his tablemate a knowing look that any man would understand.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of wicked laughter erupted from the table.

Cui Xinyue heard this, but instead of getting angry, she blushed and swayed her hips even more as she walked towards the kitchen to urge the food to be cooked.

It was as if being favored by these people was something to be proud of.

At the table next to the messenger of hell, only three people sat alone.

They huddled in a corner as if they were being ostracized, rarely uttering a sound.

These are the members of the thirteenth group—the puppeteer, Yang Xiao, and the venomous fang controlled by the shadow.

Hearing the foul language from next door, the puppeteer's eyes flashed with displeasure and he muttered a curse under his breath:

"Those male dogs who only know about that kind of thing are all men with daughters; aren't they ashamed to say such things?"

He turned around and looked at Yang Xiao intently:

"Shadow, I'm telling you."

Our Group Thirteen can make money, but we can't bully women!

This is the bottom line of being a decent human being.

If you were an innocent woman like them, even if you were my brother, I would still kill you with my own hands.

Yang smiled and looked at the puppeteer.

This guy is really different from other messengers of hell.

Hmm... I feel a little bad about killing him.

back kitchen.

Cui Dajun's spatula was practically smoking from swinging it around.

He was covered in sweat as he deftly cooked and plated the dishes.

Cui Xinyue walked in and asked in a soft voice:

"Dad, who are all these people?"

Cui Dajun wiped his sweat:

"They are all big shots, each one stronger than Jin Meiting's boss and director Zhang Baiwei."

Surprise resurfaced in Cui Xinyue's eyes, even tinged with admiration:

"Dad, what did you do before?"

"You really... were you lying low in Baiyun Town for twenty years to carry out some kind of mission?"

This was the first time Cui Dajun had seen such admiration in his daughter's eyes, and he puffed out his chest:

"That's right!"

He immediately revealed a look of disdain:

"Those big officials, big bosses, and big directors in Xia Kingdom are nothing in front of them."

From this day forward, our family is truly aristocratic in this world.

Cui Xinyue was overjoyed, feeling as if she really was a rich second-generation:

"I never imagined that our family connections were all overseas!"

Cui Dajun chuckled lightly:

"I'm already tired of this wretched place, Xia Kingdom."

An adult promised me that once this matter was settled, I could go to the United States.

Wow, America is truly a wonderful place, a free world.

A hint of hostility flashed in Cui Xinyue's eyes:

"From today onwards, I'll make sure Jin Meiting knows what happens when you offend me."

As Cui Dajun arranged a dish on a plate, he casually remarked:

"Those are all minor matters."

Do you know which one has the biggest background here?

Cui Xinyue shook her head blankly.

Cui Dajun pointed upstairs, his eyes filled with deep respect:

"The person upstairs is of an identity comparable to the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers!"

Cui Xinyue was taken aback:

"The woman in that private room?"

Cui Dajun's expression suddenly changed:

"That's the Empress!"

He took a deep breath and lowered his voice:

"Please bring these dishes upstairs in a little while."

Be respectful and never look directly at the emperor's face.

Those important figures outside are all bodyguards for that empress!

Cui Xinyue took a deep breath, not daring to delay, picked up the tray and went upstairs.

Cui Dajun gave instructions from behind:

"Don't be rash. Say, 'Greetings to Your Majesty, please have your meal.'"

. . . . .

Second floor, private room.

Cui Xinyue knocked on the door:

"Greetings to Your Majesty."

She felt a little embarrassed as she said those words.

What era are we living in? Why are we still using such feudalistic language?

A lazy voice came from inside the door:

"Come in."

Cui Xinyue pushed open the door and went in, her head down.

She heard the sounds of video games.

This lady... is actually playing video games on the bed?

She placed plates of food on the table:

"Please have your meal, Your Highness."

The video game sounds stopped.

Lin Yan walked to the table and sat down, saying softly:

"It's been so many years since I've smelled this kind of lively atmosphere."

She is the real Lin Yan.

Cui Xinyue lowered her head, unsure of what to say, and too afraid to leave. She simply felt...immense pressure being with this empress.

Lin Yan said:

"Go down."

Cui Xinyue felt as if she had been granted a pardon and carefully withdrew through the door.

To be honest, she would rather serve those foreigners outside.

.....

First floor.

Several tables of the messengers from hell were already quite drunk.

They started shouting loudly—

"Damn it, why are we the only unlucky ones to get this lousy mission?"

"Exactly! These past few days in Xia Country, our territory has probably been completely eaten up by that group!"

"Damn it, there's nothing here at all, it's so boring!"

"I have to say, the liquor in Xia Country is fucking awesome!"

"The women are hot too—did you see that Xia country woman just now? I think she wants to sleep with me!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"What if we break it?"

"So what? Even the United States can't control us, so how can the Xia Kingdom, a place without supernatural beings, possibly control us?"

As they talked, they stared at Cui Xinyue with lustful eyes.

Alcohol burns the brain, unleashing its unbridled potential.

These messengers of hell hold extremely high positions in the United States.

After all, with ghost prosecutors acting as their henchmen, no one dares to interfere even if they do something wrong.

A cold snort rang out from the corner:

"Don't forget, this is the Xia Kingdom. Be careful not to cause any unforeseen complications!"

The messengers of hell glanced at the corner, their eyes filled with disdain.

They are from Group 13.

A messenger from hell sneered:

"We are messengers of hell, who can control us?"

The puppeteer said, "Don't forget, Xia Kingdom has an anomaly management bureau."

These words immediately caused a burst of laughter from the hall.

"The Bureau of Anomalies? The Ghost Inspection Bureau of Xia Kingdom?"

"Don't kid me. The Ghost Inspection Bureau treats us like grandfathers, and the Anomaly Management Bureau treats us like great-grandfathers."

"Who dares to tell us what to do when we're just ordinary mortals without supernatural abilities?"

"Unless their Xia Kingdom also has an organization like the Dark Council to back them up!"

One of the messengers from hell couldn't contain himself, stepped forward, and hugged Cui Xinyue tightly.

"Hehehe, little "Come on, stay with us."

Cui Xinyue was startled and stared at him in astonishment, then noticed the foreigners behind him with wicked smiles and eager expressions.

She could joke around with them, but she couldn't actually sleep with them, especially... there were too many people, right?

She became terrified:

"What...what are you doing?"

The puppeteer shook his head:

"Shadow, Fang, I'm going out for a bit."

Yang smiled and said:

"Out of sight, out of mind?"

The puppeteer nodded:

"That's not all. I have other things I want to do in Xia Kingdom."

After saying that, he picked up his suitcase and walked outside.

Yang Xiao and the controlled fangs followed:

"I'll stay with you."

He was quite curious about what was in the puppeteer's box.

As for whether Cui Xinyue will be attacked by these guys tonight... ?

He is the Happy Ghost, Mr. Twilight's Knife, Mr. Twilight's Eyes—serving only Mr. Twilight.

What does it matter to him whether other people live or die?

Hearing his daughter's screams outside, Cui Dajun rushed out in a panic, not even having time to put down the kitchen knife.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

He saw several messengers of hell tearing at his daughter's clothes, while other messengers of hell were howling and making a ruckus.

Cui Dajun's head suddenly went blank, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

" Grandma!

He charged at the messengers of hell, wielding a kitchen knife.

A messenger from hell glanced at him dismissively, patted the ram's head pendant hanging on his chest, and then threw a fireball.

Flames instantly engulfed Cui Dajun's body.

"ah!!!"

Cui Dajun let out a piercing scream and rolled on the ground, struggling.

Cui Xinyue watched this scene in horror:

"dad!!"

The messengers of hell laughed even louder and teased Cui Xinyue with even more excitement.

Cui Dajun lay on the ground, barely alive, his eyes filled with confusion.

Why...

Why would Americans do such things with such impunity?

Is this... freedom?

It turns out that freedom is relative and varies from person to person.

Why did I spend twenty years lying low in a remote border town for the sake of the Qing Dynasty, only to end up like this?

Why isn't Your Majesty here?

Footsteps came from the stairwell.

Cui Dajun strained to turn his neck and look in that direction.

It's Your Majesty!

Lin Yan glanced at Cui Dajun:

"What a waste of a servant who could cook."

He spoke with difficulty:

"Your Majesty...save me..."

Lin Yan looked displeased:

"A mere servant dares to order his master around?"

Cui Dajun opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything; his faith collapsed.

He lay on the ground, barely breathing and exhaling frequently.

Lin Yan looked at the chaotic hall and said coldly:

"stop!"

The messengers of hell did not hear, and continued to amuse themselves.

Lin Yan narrowed her eyes dangerously:

"A bunch of barbarians."

She waved her hand—

A gray gas shot out from the white jade armor worn on his right hand.

The hellish messenger pressing down on Cui Xinyue was struck; before it could even scream, it turned into a dried-up corpse.

The messengers of hell were stunned, staring at Lin Yan in disbelief.

The Xia woman they were escorting turned out to be a powerful supernatural human!

Lin Yan tilted her head back, her voice cold and sharp:

"These barbarians dare to humiliate women of the Celestial Empire! They deserve to die!"

Cui Xinyue rushed towards Cui Dajun, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lin Yan glanced at Cui Xinyue, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes:

"Anyone who dares to offend my imperial presence deserves to die!"