Song Ci set up a second-hand goods stall in Chang'an West Market.
The old things found in the scrap market were shining in his eyes - some were obsessions, some were truths, and some were words that someone should have said four hundred years ago.
He never thought the business would work. Never thought about——
The girl in white who was in charge of the accounting at the stall was saved by him in Suzhou three years ago.
Now she wants to pay off her debt. The kind that's not finished yet.
Tushan Snow saw a white fox, four hundred years old, with three tails.
The year she was exterminated, she had just reached the third level of cultivation.
I came to Chang'an not to set up a stall - I came to Chang'an for the bald pen.
Song Ci asked her: What is this money?
She didn't answer.
But after collecting the stalls every day, when she was sitting in the yard playing with old things,
The tail will tilt towards him unconsciously.
Purpose: Old things on the street hide people's hearts, and those who cross demons and ghosts will eventually cross themselves.