Standing in the lobby, staring blankly at the digital camera in his hand, Zhang Shun really wanted to see what his expression was like now. He was ready to deal with all challenges and even made up his mind to sacrifice his lust for the female ghost. Who would have thought that what he received would be a task to take photos?

Sincerity is the only requirement of the blind Taoist, which means that the more quantity, the better and the higher the quality, the better. However, Zhang Shun has never done such a thing before. He has counted the times he has used the camera in his life, let alone photographing some strange opposite sex.

"I...I don't have any clothes to wear..." Zhang Shun hoped to find a reason to make excuses, but unfortunately he couldn't convince him of this reason.

Sure enough, the blind Taoist who was looking through the photos of his mobile phone was too lazy to raise his head: "Buy it, you have paid an advance, do you think I didn't hear it?"

"I can't enter the store without clothes..." Zhang Shun found a good reason with a sudden inspiration.

The blind Taoist was stunned and also thought Zhang Shun's reason was quite good. He stood up and started to untidy the Taoist robe.

Zhang Shun waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I'll think of other ways!"

What a joke! That Taoist robe is dirty than the mop in the vegetable market. It probably takes ten seconds to wear it to get pleated. If you don’t die for a day, you can definitely survive level 7 nuclear radiation. There is absolutely no need to wear this Taoist robe before the Third World War.

"I can lend you this one, but you have to follow me to become a monk." After sobering up, the wound on Monk Shui's head healed. He stood up and pointed at his cassock and said to Zhang Shun.

Zhang Shun shook his head desperately. This sacrifice was too great! He probably could have meat to eat and drink with monk Shui, but for him, a life with just wine and meat was still incomplete.

"You are so picky!" The blind Taoist cursed impatiently.

Zhang Shun quickly walked away with a digital camera. Now is not a good time to argue with the Taoist priest. It is strange that after just a few hours, he and the blind Taoist, the monk Shui and the boss seemed to have become very familiar with each other, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Just as he was about to step onto the stairs, Zhang Shun retreated again, but still walked to the reception desk and asked Mr. Xiangyang, "Mr. Yang, where do I live?"

As long as he doesn't mention the money and doesn't disturb him counting the money, Mr. Yang will be an easy person to get along with. He handed over a key with a sign and said, "Dizi No. 1, the last line of defense of the inn."

Zhang Shun nodded, and the pressure surged again. Generally speaking, the last line of defense should be the strongest, but now it seems that monks and Taoists should be considered as steel lines of defense. Even chefs and gentlemen can be regarded as "Rose Wall", but now he may not even be considered a trippy horseshoe.

Taking heavy steps to the second floor, Zhang Shun stood at the door of Room No. 1 and sighed. This place will be his only home in the future.

Insert the key into the keyhole and turn it gently. The crisp "click" sound was extremely pleasant, and the door opened in response.

The layout and furniture of the room are exactly the same as those of Yu Xiaoyao. The only difference is that it looks a little older. Although no one has lived in it for a while, the excellent sealing effect still makes the room look spotless - sealing is the only explanation. Zhang Shun doesn't think that the blind Taoist people will be the kind of person who comes to clean the room every day.

After realizing that the dirtiest one in the whole room was himself, Zhang Shun walked into the bathroom.

A small mirror hung above the washstand. When he looked in the mirror, Zhang Shun was startled by his face. He had previously joked about the blind Taoist's camouflage makeup, but he also put on the face of Zhang's Peking Opera?

Then Zhang Shun saw the demon card on his left arm again. The originally extremely light demon card now has almost no weight at all, and the temperature is the same as the arm, as if it was originally growing on the arm, and he would not realize its existence at all.

Looking at the mirror, Zhang Shun carefully stretched out his finger and touched the surface of the demon card. The surface was very smooth, as if he was touching glass or porcelain, but it looked a little rough with the naked eye. He remembered that the boss said that this demon card had the function of Sumi Nazhi, but he didn't know how to use it. It seemed that he had to ask others for advice.

He tried to take down the demon card, but after pulling it a few times, he found that the demon card seemed to be firmly stuck... or it was growing on his arm. The feeling of pulling the demon card was like plucking his fingers.

When Zhang Shun thought of the demon soul living in the demon card, he didn't dare to do anything randomly. Since he couldn't pull it off, he simply took a shower.

The curtains and shower heads are the most simple bathing facilities. However, the curtains are of excellent material and the water pressure on the shower heads are strong, so Zhang Shun couldn't find anything to be picky - although he was not qualified to be picky.

After taking a comfortable shower, Zhang Shun washed his old pants well and lay naked on the bed and flipped through the life-threatening notebook.

Maybe I was afraid that Zhang Shun had never been exposed to Cultivation in the past, so there might be many things that I couldn't understand. The boss carefully made a lot of marks, and some places even drew simple illustrations. The characters and pictures were written carefully and drawn. It can be seen that the boss had put a lot of thought into it.

Reading the notebook, Zhang Shun felt warm. As soon as he met, the boss was so attentive to him, a stranger, which made Zhang Shun feel very moved. Although there was a contract constraint, the boss could ignore it. Wasn't it enough to hire another powerful person when Zhang Shun dies?

Just as the boss said, he has done everything he can do, and the rest depends on Zhang Shun. If he doesn't practice hard, he will die. He must be responsible for his own life and the boss's intentions.

After making up his mind, Zhang Shun struggled to put on his wet pants. Fortunately, the weather in late summer was still hot, and he didn't feel cold when wearing the wet pants, but it was uncomfortable and inconvenient to wear it.

Perhaps because this room was not a guest room, Zhang Shun couldn't find a pair of slippers even after rummaging through the cabinets. He walked out the door barefoot and knocked on Yu Xiaoyao's door - this was his last hope.

Yu Xiaoyao had just finished taking a shower and asked if it was Zhang Shun who was hurriedly putting clothes inside after knocking on the door, and there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the middle.

A few minutes later, Yu Xiaoyao rubbed her elbow and opened the door. She saw Zhang Shun washing clean at the entrance of the door, but she was still naked, and her face was slightly hot.

Zhang Shun seemed to have been infected by the blind Taoist or had been naked for a long time. He didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his style and asked, "This... is there any clothes that can be lent to me? I have to buy clothes, but I guess they won't let them in when I'm naked."

Maybe she was sweating a little after taking a shower. The light yellow dress on Yu Xiaoyao felt a little transparent, and it looked too close to her body, and all the depressions and protrusions were visible at a glance.

Zhang Shun could swear to the sky, but his eyes stuck to her and couldn't move them away was not intentional!

After realizing that Zhang Shun was so hot that he could melt steel, Yu Xiaoyao quickly turned her back to Zhang Shun, walked to the wardrobe as if she was running away, pretending to be busy finding clothes for Zhang Shun, and she wanted to get into the wardrobe. She was just a prospective college student and grew up in a very superior environment. There were too many things that she didn't know how to deal with.

Fortunately, Zhang Shun had not forgotten the rules yet. Yu Xiaoyao stood at the door and waited before letting him in the room. This made her breath of relief. She found a relatively wide T-shirt and threw it to Zhang Shun, blocking her body with the wardrobe door and whispered, "I...I'm going to change my clothes."

Zhang Shun caught the flying T-shirt, and only smelled the fragrant wind, and suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue. He quickly closed the door and ran back to his room.

Apart from the slightly tight waist, the T-shirt just fits, and it is pure gray, without any prints, and the style is not distinguished between men and women. Zhang Shun wore the T-shirt and walked around in the lobby downstairs, as if it was a great thing to wear. He hurried out until the monk said he was about to have dinner.

The first one I went to was a shoe store. I first bought a pair of slippers, a pair of hiking shoes and a few pairs of socks. Then I wore slippers and went to the clothing store to buy two pairs of jeans, a few T-shirts, and a few pairs of underwear. I remember that it was almost autumn and I was busy running to buy a coat.

One thousand yuan is spent like this, and all the clothes are purchased on the premise of being solid, and they are all black. Black is not easy to get dirty, and it is difficult to see after being stained with blood, so that you won’t scare Yu Xiaoyao or other customers.

Walking out of the clothing store, Zhang Shun took a big bag and found the nearest gym to the inn. The gym called "Sparta" is very small in scale. Although the fitness equipment is relatively complete, it is extremely old. The person responsible for receiving is not a beautiful woman or a strong man, but a hunchbacked old man smoking a pipe.

When Zhang Shun asked the old man about the price of applying for a membership card, he immediately left - the annual card is 1,000 yuan, the half-year card is 555 yuan, the quarterly card is 300 yuan, and the monthly card is 12 yuan. This price is too scammed.

Unfortunately, after leaving the gym, he found out that there was only one gym within a radius of five kilometers, and there were two swimming pools. Unfortunately, what Zhang Shun needed was fitness rather than health. Swimming was the best sports that was understandable, but it was not targeted like running and could not practice systematically.

If you want to exercise, you have to leave the inn. However, Zhang Shun's work does not allow him to leave for too long, let alone waste his time on the journey. After gritting his teeth, he paid 300 yuan to apply for a quarterly card, which is more cost-effective than a monthly card. Although it is not as good as a half-year card or an annual card, it is already thankful that Zhang Shun can survive these three months, and then he should be richer than now.

He returned to the inn happily, just in time for dinner. When the monk Shui asked Zhang Shun to go to the cafeteria, he called Yu Xiaoyao.

Zhang Shun first went back to his house to put things in, changed into his clothes, and then he knocked on the door of Room No. 3 with Yu Xiaoyao's T-shirt again.

Yu Xiaoyao has been dressed neatly and has returned to the youthful girl when she first met. Although there is no erotic scene this time, it still makes Zhang Shun's breathing become so sleepy.

While Zhang Shun was not paying attention, she quietly gave Zhang Shun a look, as if she was still angry at his previous rude look. However, when Zhang Shun handed over the gray T-shirt, she took it in a panic again - I saw that the clothes were originally given to him.

"Do you like eating meat?" Zhang Shun asked in the aisle to the cafeteria.

"I don't hate it, but I can't say I like it."

"Is that so? Oh... you have to suffer."
Chapter completed!