Yokai grocery store

In the early morning of the next day, the morning light was faint.In the quiet courtyard, a little bird carried a small iron pick on its wings, and jumped into the grass with difficulty step by step.

There is a formation in this yard, which can gather spiritual energy by itself, so the plants in the yard grow extraordinarily lush, and Shen Qingzhuo doesn't care about them, all kinds of green plants grow happily without restraint.

The vines clinging to the wall called it happily: "Come here, I have a lot of weeds growing here, it makes me itchy to death."

The little harpies got into trouble yesterday and now had to come to do odd jobs to atone for their sins, and dragged the small iron pickaxe over with humiliation, struggling to weed it.

Baiyuanzhi swayed its fruit-studded branches in the breeze: "Oh, will there be someone destined to come today? Boss Shen said that if I grow a few hundred years longer, I will be able to transform."

A bunch of green plants were chattering non-stop, and the little birds were weak and weeded with difficulty. After pulling out a small piece of land, they were so tired that they just wanted to collapse on the ground and kick their feet.

At the other end, a big red flower began to urge it again: "Hurry up, I have so many weeds! They are blocking my beautiful figure!"

Boss Shen is back, so the grocery store will naturally open normally. Those monsters only tried to break in yesterday when Shen Qingyao was away. He just lingered, not daring to move.

Shen Qingzhuo just pretended not to see it.As long as they don't mess around, he will let them move around the door.

As the evening approached, the guests finally arrived.

Bai Yuanzhi stared helplessly at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.He hesitated at the door for a long time without daring to take a step further, Bai Yuanzhi wished to sway his branches and drag him in, but after hesitating for a while, he finally stepped in cautiously.

Sure enough, he came to ask for the Hundred Wishes.

When the young boy expressed his intention of coming, he seemed to know this fruit tree for a long time, and kept looking at the fruit tree in the yard.Seeing him like this, Shen Qingzhuo didn't say much, and just let him pick the fruit by himself.

Seeing that he was so talkative, the little boy breathed a sigh of relief, and happily went to pick the fruit.

As expected, he was a destined person, as soon as his hand touched the branch, a yellow fruit fell into his hand, and the sweet smell got into his nose, making him want to take a bite on the spot.

But he looked at the juicy and round fruit again and again, and finally held back, and secretly glanced at Shen Qingzhuo who was bowing his head in the room, not knowing what he was doing, and raised his hand to pick another one.

— didn’t move.

He didn't give up and tried hard secretly, but the fruit that fell easily just now, even if he tried to pull it with all his strength, he couldn't pull it even a little bit.

"Everyone who is destined can only pick one." Shen Qingzhuo raised his head at some point, and walked back and forth behind the counter, with a soft voice and a gentle expression: "Each coin can only fulfill one wish."

The young boy was caught straight, put down his hands embarrassingly, looked at the colorful fruits reluctantly, gritted his teeth and left.

When the boy's figure disappeared, Shen Qingzhuo thoughtfully put down the small carving knife in his hand. A small semi-finished wooden crab still lacked two pliers, lying on his palm, which was a bit funny.

An ordinary person, even if he followed the guidance of the dark to find this place, he would be too calm.

……

Zhao Xiaotong was actually not calm at all.

He was carrying a sweet and juicy fruit, and he really wanted to take a bite of it regardless - but he couldn't, he wanted to trade this fruit with a monster.

The monster snatched the last gift from his mother before he was alive, and he had to obey the monster's order and fetch the fruit for him in exchange.

The sweet smell became more and more alluring. Even though it was wrapped in layers of plastic bags, the smell still wafted out relentlessly, causing people around to cast curious glances at him from time to time.

In the dilapidated basement, the dirty and narrow space exudes a damp smell.

The man in the fancy short-sleeved shirt had his legs crossed, frowning and shaking his feet on the dilapidated sofa, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction—if it wasn’t for the people from the Special Administration Bureau who were chasing him closely, why would he be wronged? Hiding in this small corner by yourself?

With a creak, the basement door was pushed open, Zhao Xiaotong kicked a big package in his arms, and stood in front of the man with a stinking face: "Where is the thing my mother gave me?"

The man's nostrils fluttered, apparently smelling the sweetness that suddenly appeared in the air. He regained his energy, sat up a little bit, and accurately caught the big package with his eyes: "Huh, it's so big?"

He had seen this fruit many years ago, but it was only the size of a fist. Why hasn't it grown bigger than a watermelon in a few years?

Zhao Xiaotong hugged the fruit a little more vigilantly, and repeated, "Where are my things? You pay me back first, and then I can give it to you."

The man let out a mocking snort, took out a pen from his pocket indifferently, and threw it on the table next to him, "A broken pen is worth thinking about for so long - all right, give me the thing in your hand."

Zhao Xiaotong's expression changed slightly when he heard the pen fall on the table, he threw it in the direction of the man without thinking about the fruit, and rushed to get his pen.

This pen is obviously very old, and the pattern on it has been rubbed so that it can't be seen. Zhao Xiaotong cherishedly wiped the non-existent dust on it with the corner of his clothes, held it in his hand preciously, and then started to chase people away. : "I got the fruit, when are you leaving?"

The man ignored him. He looked at the big package in his hand, with greed and excitement in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to open a layer of plastic bags.

Then he removed another layer.

Then there are layers and layers below...

In this way, seven or eight layers were removed layer by layer, and finally a small fruit inside was revealed, weak and innocent lying in a pile of waste paper.

The man was furious: "What's wrong with you, wrapping it in so many layers?" He thought it was a big fruit, and he was happy for nothing.

Zhao Xiaotong has no father or mother, and grew up in the market. He has no good temper. When he got the pen, he didn't give up, and immediately went back in a choked voice: "Are you still yelling? Don't wrap so much, halfway I will Just eat it, and you won't even leave the core!"

The man stared at him viciously, stretched out his hand to pick up the fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth without washing it.

Zhao Xiaotong didn't know whether to laugh at him for being so impatient, or to be shocked that he might not have the mouth of an abyss, and then he saw a yellow light suddenly emanating from the man's body, and his whole body shone like a moving light bulb.

He opened his mouth in surprise, and before he could say "Wow", he saw the "big light bulb" shrinking and shrinking. Finally, with a click, the person on the sofa disappeared, leaving only the size of a basketball...

... of crabs.

Stomach up, long legs propped up, lying stupidly, big crab.

Zhao Xiaotong finally came out with a "wow", his eyes flashed with excitement, and he squatted down to look at this big crab with white flowers.

It is not small in size, with several long legs curled up, which would be half an arm long if stretched out, but its two pincers are pitifully small, as if they are malnourished, and seem to have grown in the wrong place.

It was turned over by Zhao Xiaotong, as if it had finally come to its senses, Xiaodou's eyes dazzled, and he understood his situation, and was shocked--damn it!Why did he eat a fruit like this!

He silently recited the mantra to restore his human form, but nothing happened.

The short and funny pliers dangled in front of his eyes. He was hateful and angry. He put up his long legs and was about to run, but Zhao Xiaotong realized something, looked at him with an evil smile and stretched out his evil hands: "It's so big!" A crab, it's worth a lot..."

——In order to buy tickets for the old street, he spent all the money he had saved for a long time!Now the culprit has become such a big crab, if you catch it and sell it, you can always get some principal back!

"You crab, the pliers are really ugly, why is it the same as being pulled out and put back on again?..."

……

This Zhao Xiaotong and the short pincer crab are fighting wits and courage, chasing after each other, and the grocery store here is not very quiet.

Under the cover of night, the scouts, who were hesitant and ready to move during the day, finally mustered up their courage and started a new round of turmoil.

Some of them took human form, some kept their bodies, and all of them had only one goal—to break open the door of the grocery store and pluck the fruit trees they coveted for a long time.

A round of bright moon was covered by thin clouds, and the moonlight dimmed a lot. The monsters had blank eyes, and one by one, they mechanically bumped into the barrier.

The force of their impact was rebounded by the barrier, and they fell to the ground one by one, but soon stood up again and continued the next round of impact. Blood oozes from the wound. They are indifferent and repeat tirelessly the same action.

Like a puppet controlled by the police.

A black shadow flew over with a long groan, and the majestic dragon's tail swept the group of little monsters into a ball.

With a flash of light, Chi Ming turned into a human form, his sharp eyes swept around the pile of monster hills, he turned back with a frown, the door of the grocery store opened with a creak, and he and the man who just came out carrying a lantern Shen Qingzhuo was right.