Liu Suowu's eyes darkened.
It's not as dark as if you did some vigorous yoga movements, it's completely gone.
When I opened my eyes again, the smell of rotten wood hit my nose. He was lying on a hard bed with leaking beams above his head. There was a "ding" in my head, and a mechanical sound exploded:
[On-hook system binding is successful.
[Currently available items: Paper Puppet Spiritual Cultivation (Elementary)]
[Explanation: If you leave the paper people and horses tied up there, your spiritual power will increase.
Before Liu Suowu could react, the broken wooden door creaked open. A skinny old man came in, wearing a blue shirt that had been washed white, and holding a cracked pottery bowl in his hand.
"Are you awake?" The old man put the bowl on the peeling paint table and looked at him with cloudy eyes. "Before your parents left, they left this shop to you. It is said to be a craft passed down from ancestors and cannot be discontinued."
Liu Suo stood up without support. Fragments of memories poured in: the original owner, also named Liu Suowu, was in his early twenties and guarded the last paper-making shop in the city. I also teach yoga next door - I say teaching, but in fact it's just two aunties who occasionally come to stretch their muscles.
The shop is going yellow.
"Last month's electricity bill hasn't been paid yet." The old man coughed twice, "Boss Wang of Jiekou said that if we still owe money, we will turn off the power supply."
Liu Suowu didn't get out of bed. The legs are a little weak, but they are stronger than the sub-healthy body before the sudden death. He walked to the front hall.
