Chapter 1389: Working at the Fantasy Antique Shop 23

The most important thing today is to store two sets of funeral garments.

Ying Wu Shu sealed the clothes in the inner room, while Jin Chen stood guard nearby to prevent any accidents.

As a matter of fact, the more you fear something, the more it comes.

The marital evil had vanished, but the resentment lingering on the funeral garments remained vigorous; once the talismans were removed, it backfired immediately, and the yin energy grew thick.

Jin Chen stood behind Ying Wu Shu, guiding him hand‑in‑hand on how to seal properly and resolve the resentment.

Ying Wu Shu, on the contrary, couldn't focus; he took a few deep breaths to ignore the warmth behind him and concentrated fully on sealing the resentment.

"The Dao seals with spirit; the resentment leaves traces!"

Golden sigils flashed, and the two sets of restless garments finally stilled, hanging limp on the cabinet.

Ying Wu Shu exhaled, folded them neatly and placed them in the cabinet, then sealed them with talismans and drew the sigil with his fingertip blood.

Thus, aside from the generations‑old owner of Spirit Clear Ford, no one else could open it.

"Wu Shu, your face is red."

Jin Chen suddenly said.

Ying Wu Shu instinctively turned to look at him and denied: "No!"

He was still a little ruffled.

Yet when he met Jin Chen's peach‑blossom eyes, full of smiles, they were not the usual icy gaze he gave others.

Ying Wu Shu didn't even need a mirror to feel his cheeks heating up.

"Well then, no."

Jin Chen seemed forced to tell a lie, he poked Ying Wu Shu's cheek with his index finger and said, "I must have been mistaken."

Ying Wu Shu: "……"

It's literally trying to hide silver here—pointless!

The storeroom was cramped, yet Ying Wu Shu somehow felt a soft warmth in this deep‑autumn chill, his heart pounding with nowhere to settle.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +10, total 52!】

Jin Chen had teased enough; he casually pinched Ying Wu Shu's face and laughed low, "Let's go up, it's stuffy here."

Ying Wu Shu followed behind him, exhaled a long breath, but seeing Jin Chen remain calm and composed, he couldn't help pressing his lips together.

This person is… utterly wicked.

Ying Wu Shu silently complained in his heart, always saying things that caused misunderstandings while nothing seemed to happen on the surface.

As expected, scions of aristocratic families are all tight‑lipped gourds.

Outside the Spirit Clear Ford courtyard, Gu Cun received his first task as a shop clerk: delivering an item to an old customer's home in the eastern part of the city.

Fall leaves lay thick again; Luo Qiu took Ling Gun Gun to sweep the yard, Luo Qiu sweeping while Ling Gun Gun pounced on the leaves.

Luo Qiu could take no more, he hugged it and went into the shop: "Ling Gun Gun! Don't make things worse—I have to sweep until tomorrow!"

"Whoa!"

Ling Gun Gun rolled over, then suddenly leapt onto Jin Chen's shoulders, its white head shaking, 【So boring—let's get some business!】

Jin Chen, about to nap: "……"

He didn't even have time to cover his mouth before hearing Luo Qiu greet a customer entering from outside.

Jin Chen gritted his teeth, grabbed Ling Gun Gun and flung it onto the counter.

Never mind, time to sleep.

Besides, he still has his wife.

Jin Chen reclined in the master's chair behind the counter.

Ying Wu Shu raised an aloof smile and looked toward the customer at the door.

"Welcome to Spirit Clear Ford."

"Feel free to browse; we trade items for items."

Two girls came in together, curious, each carrying several bags; they were the usual tourists strolling the nearby antique street.

"Wow… this place is so pretty."

Du Juan nudged her friend's shoulder, her pretty face full of excitement: "Let's buy some souvenirs to take home!"

Zi Ying: "I always feel… the stuff here is rather expensive."

"Oh well, how expensive can souvenir shops get? The ones up front are just the same."

Du Juan wasn't convinced, she took a keen interest in the Emperor Shakyamuni blue‑and‑white porcelain vase on the left counter: "Blue! This month my lucky color is blue."

Luo Qiu introduced: "This is a Tang‑dynasty artifact."

"Tang dynasty… that's basically an antique, right?" Zi Ying exclaimed, "You actually sell antiques in a souvenir shop? No way."

Luo Qiu: "Absolutely genuine, no deception—you can see the museum certification on the bottom of each item."

"Perfect, buy it back to use as a flower vase."

Du Juan eagerly took it down, "You hold it for me—I still need to pick more."

"Ah… okay."

Luo Qiu quickly put on gloves, took it out from the cabinet, and in a blink saw Du Juan also picking up several strings of pearls.

Ying Wu Shu stood silently at the counter, fingering the Azure Dark Bodhi String in his hand; when Du Juan reached for the third item, his twisting motion suddenly stopped.

Luo Qiu didn't hear any sound, so he hurriedly stopped her: "Miss, our shop limits the number of items per person—you may choose only these three."

Du Juan blinked, "Huh? There's such a rule?"

Zi Ying knew full well that once Du Juan set her sights on a shop's merchandise, she wouldn't stop until she'd cleaned it out.

She confidently told Luo Qiu, "Who runs a business and doesn't want customers to buy more? You wouldn't think we Du Juan can't afford it, would you?"

Luo Qiu said, "Spirit Clear Ford welcomes the fated; since you two ladies have entered the shop, you're meant to be here."

But fate is hard to come by.

Luo Qiu was born delicate and lovely; speaking in a soft, gentle tone makes people reluctant to scold him, and Du Juan was successfully pleased by these words.

All right, wrap these up.

"Du Juan…""All right, worst case we'll just buy a few more buns later."

Du Juan patted Zi Ying's hand, "I'm not angry at all; I'll give you two strings of bodhi later."

Zi Ying bit her lip, secretly glaring at Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu shook his head, pretended not to have seen, and put the things on the counter.

"Wu Shu, check out."

Ying Wu Shu nodded and gave Du Juan a shallow smile, but the depths of his eyes remained icy, making people feel a great distance.

Du Juan has always been wary of this type of man, easily reminding her of her older brother who hides a knife behind his smile.

"Is that handsome guy also a clerk of your shop?"

Du Juan suddenly looked at Jin Chen, and her eyes lit up.

Jin Chen was woken by the noise, casually grabbed an ancient book to cover his face, but unexpectedly Du Juan became even more curious: "Handsome guy, add a contact method for after‑sales convenience."

Ying Wu Shu's fingers on the abacus paused, his smile vanished; he had expected to hear Jin Chen's refusal.

But he saw Jin Chen merely lower the book, glance at Du Juan a few times, then leisurely pull out the mobile phone he had just bought.

Thanks~

Du Juan happily added him as a friend, and just then Ying Wu Shu finished calculating the bill.

Nearly a million was spent, Du Juan felt no pang of regret, and even specially called a driver to come pick it up.

Ying Wu Shu inexplicably felt a bit stifled in his heart, yet still carefully instructed: "Miss Du, this Imperial Jade Blue‑flower Pattern Porcelain must not be given to others; being able to complete the transaction is your fate with the vase."

Okay, thank you.

Du Juan raised her eyebrows, said nothing more, and left Pure Spirit Crossing hand in hand with Zi Ying.

After walking a considerable distance, Du Juan suddenly exclaimed, "How does the boss know my surname is Du?"

Zi Ying also froze, "I don't know."

But when the two turned back to look, they simply could not see the sign of Pure Spirit Crossing anymore.

Just then, a sudden autumn rain began to fall.

The two girls no longer lingered, hurriedly leaving the ancient street to take shelter from the rain.

The autumn rain intensified, and the sky grew dark.

Ying Wu Shu exclaimed in shock, "It's over! The books left out to dry!"

Luo Qiu grabbed Gu Cun, who had just returned after delivering the items, "Quick! Come with me to move the books at the back of the shop!"

Ying Wu Shu didn't even have time to open his umbrella, rushing to the back of the shop to move the books, his heart anxious.

"Wu Shu!"

Jin Chen almost couldn't keep up, hastily opened an umbrella to shield from the rain, one hand clutching a book box as he rushed over.

"Whoa!" Ling Gun Gun cheered them on, refusing to go out into the rain at all.

But the wind was strong, the autumn rain drifting from all directions; it didn't hurt when it hit the body, just a persistent, bone‑chilling chill—even an umbrella was useless.

Jin Chen simply put away his umbrella and sped up moving the books.

The four of them worked for a while before managing to bring back the ancient books that had been specially aired out to dry.

"It's my fault…… I thought the weather would be fine today."

Ying Wu Shu felt heartbroken wiping the most soaked books, his clear, moist brows furrowed, completely neglecting to wipe himself.