I glanced at the guest and the ghosts behind him and withdrew my gaze, walked behind the desk and sat down, and then asked the guest to tell him about his encounter.

The guest then mentioned that he worked in the district and would work part-time as a substitute driver at night.

He was scared of poverty, so in addition to heavy rain and snow, he would ride a folding battery car around the streets every night and wait for business.

Every time he receives an order, he folds the battery car and puts it in the trunk.

The customers were all sorts of people, and most of them were drunk.

Three nights ago, he rushed to the address the customer said on the phone and didn't see the car.

It was a lakeside, remote and quiet.

He called the customer without seeing the car, but the call went unanswered.

After several calls went unanswered, he thought that the pigeon had been released and did not pay attention to it.

As a result, he saw a news story the next afternoon.

The news said that someone found a car in the lake where he had been and called the police, who had recovered the sedan ashore with the same license plate number that the customer had reported on the phone.

According to the medical examiner's judgment, the owner of the car who drowned in the car had been dead for at least 20 days.

The news scared him a lot.

He hurriedly went to look through the call records, but there was no contact record for the single driver in the call log.

After he calmed down again, he felt that it might be the ghost of the car owner who wanted him to find him, and the ghost of the car owner should have no ill will towards him.

At night, he still works part-time as a substitute driver.

However, just last night, he hit the evil again.

He was driving last night when a drunken customer sitting in the back of the car suddenly stopped him and muttered that someone was hurt.

He had seen too many people drunk, and although he didn't see anyone in front of him, he stopped the car.

As a result, the customer got out of the car and staggered to the front of the car, bending over to hold the air as if he were lifting a person.

After the customer got into the car with the air in hand, he urged him to go to the hospital quickly.

He hesitated, and the customer yelled at him.

He had to drive to the hospital.

Along the way, the customer was like a real person next to him, holding a tissue and constantly wiping the air, and asking how the air was injured, and from time to time he was told that he had no public morality and would not save him.

His scalp tingled.

After the car drove to the hospital, the customer got out of the car with the air.

He got out of the car and thought about closing the back door and waiting for the customer to return, but when he closed the door, he found that the tissues that the customer had wiped the air before were scattered in the car and stained with blood.

He was so frightened that he took out the battery from the trunk and ran away.

Having been hit twice in a row, he was devastated, and he hid in his rental house until the morning and then drove back to town.

Although he has no relatives here, this is his home after all, and he can feel more stable when he returns home.

"Why don't you have any of your brothers and sisters?" I asked, looking up.

"Does they have anything to do with me?" The guest who was rubbing his temples was stunned, and although he had a question, he immediately gave an answer.

According to him, after the butcher's death, the family suddenly lost its breadwinner, and he, as the eldest, could only take on the task of supporting himself and his younger siblings.

He was a helper in the town, so he couldn't take care of his siblings all the time.

The youngest child in his family was the first to lose, and then the other younger siblings were lost.

It is said that at that time, someone in the town specialized in killing people, digging out hearts and kidneys, and selling them to the black market, and he always suspected that his younger siblings might have been poisoned.

The whole process of his speech was so unwavering that it was difficult to suspect that he was lying.

It's just that, as he said this, several ghosts opened their eyes in unison, their resentment soared, and blood overflowed from their empty eye sockets.

I glanced at Luo, who slashed the guest unconscious with a knife.

"Is it true about your death?" I got up from my seat and asked the ghosts.

The ghosts opened their mouths.

Blood poured out of their mouths, and their tongues had been plucked out and they could not make a sound.

Normally, after death, the soul of the deceased will arrive in the underworld immediately to reach the path leading to the Ghost Gate, and when the deceased soul arrives at the Ghost Gate, it will wait outside the Ghost Gate for seven days.

On the night of the seven-day resurrection, the souls of the dead will be sent to the yang world to the location of the corpse, and the range of activities is limited to a radius of 100 miles.

After the souls were taken back to the underworld by hearse before dawn and went straight to the Ghost Gate, they were allowed to enter the Ghost Gate Pass and arrive at the River Crossing through Huangquan Road.

After crossing the river, the souls of the dead can reach the true realm of the underworld.

People with disabilities can complete their bodies after death as long as they cross the Huangquan Road, as if they have never entered the ghost gate or even had the opportunity to go to the underworld after death.

Because they can't write, the next thing is for me to ask, and they are responsible for nodding or shaking their heads.

It took me half an hour to tease out what they were trying to convey.

It is true that they all died at the hands of organ traffickers, and they were all sold by their big brothers.

Their eldest brother was overwhelmed by their poverty, so they sold them one after another.

In order not to be entangled by the souls of the dead, their eldest brother asked Taoist priests to do so, and their souls were suppressed under the butcher's axe.

According to the Taoist priests, the axe can weaken their souls and gradually scatter them.

What the Taoist priest said was true, but the Taoist priest said that the time limit was short.

Their eldest brother thought they were all gone, so he took an axe and took it with him when he got home after a collision outside.

They were able to get out, but they couldn't get rid of their hatred, so they followed their big brother.

"You want him dead?" I asked, but none of them nodded, then shook their heads slowly.

"And you're trying to punish him?" None of them nodded to my questioning, and then shook their heads slowly.

"So, do you want me to help you go to the underworld?" Their reaction without reciprocating any resentment made me suddenly angry, and I almost scattered them.

For my final inquiry, they paused for a moment and nodded in unison.

I recited a curse in my anger and sent them to the underworld, grabbing their eldest brother's hair, controlling his strength, avoiding the fatal position, and slamming them into his face one after another, until Luo reminded me that if I continued to fight, he would die.

I pulled a wet towel to wipe the blood off my hands and sat back down at my desk, and Lowe woke him up.

When he woke up, he spat out a few broken teeth, covered his face and cried out in pain.

"The exorcism is over, a thousand. I waited for him to pause and offer the price, then got up and went upstairs so that I wouldn't make another move.

If I do it again, he will be carried out of the store in a corpse state.

"How can you exorcise evil spirits like this?!Not only will I not give a penny, but I will also ask you to compensate me for my medical expenses!" he shouted inarticulately, and successfully stopped me.

Humans are too easy to believe what the eyes see.

My current harmless image of humans and animals seems to have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Good. So, how much do you want for the medical bill?" I couldn't help laughing, and turned to walk back to him.