"It's raining outside, Qian Hao, have you brought an umbrella? Let's go! ”

"Don't worry, this one will be over soon, you go first." Qian Hao held a stucco brush in his hand and gently patted it on a pale face.

"Then I'll go first."

After speaking, a loud bang was heard, and the sound of thunder and the sound of the door closing at the same time was heard.

Qian Hao couldn't help but shudder and looked back, looking at the ticking wall clock on the wall, the time was already 11:45. The sky in early summer is always changeable, as the saying goes, the day of March, the child's face, which was originally a good haode day, suddenly rained heavily, and the open windows made a strange sound with the wind and rain.

Qian Hao hurriedly put down the tools in his hand and got up to close the window.

"Hey, it's raining heavily."

Looking out the window, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky in the distance, and loud noises kept falling, shaking people's hearts every time, and this moment made Qian Hao feel cold.

Turning around, looking back, his half-naked body was lying quietly on the dressing table, probably because the wind had just blown over the white silk covering his body.

Qian Hao choked up, thinking to himself why this good person is so gone, weishenme is not good, suicide for love, and it is so delicate, it is really a tyrannical thing. Hey, the world is impermanent, let's go back as soon as you're done.

Qian Hao re-covered the white silk, when he picked up the paint again, he found that there was a piece of money on the corpse's face, and then looked closely and found that it was actually dripping water upstairs, this beauty salon had only been open for a long time, why did it leak, which made Qian Hao's hard work for half a day a waste.

With a hint of anger, Qian Hao wiped off the dripping water stains on the corpse, revealing some yellowed skin under the foundation, did not continue to apply makeup, but covered his face with a cloth, and then walked quickly upstairs, he wanted to see where the water was leaking.

As soon as I went upstairs, I found that the corridor had already accumulated into a river, and I could only wade towards the room where water was constantly gushing out with doubts.

The moment the door was opened, the wind gusted, and the rainstorm came, but in an instant, the whole body was drenched.

Looking at the top, a large area on the roof has long been overturned and I don't know where to go, the rain continues to sprinkle on the chandelier along the gap, splashing the whole room, the chandelier is also smashed by the falling fragments of the roof and is a little crumbling, making a squeaky sound, and then look at the side, several corpses are wet by the rain, and there are even overturned bed cars, the corpses have been soaked in stagnant water, and they almost floated away with the current.

Qian Hao scolded angrily in his heart, but he had no choice but to resist the fear in his heart and enter the room, since he had done this business, he still understood in his heart that if he wanted to let the deceased live in peace after death, he naturally couldn't just leave, at least he had to settle 'them' well.

Dragged up a corpse soaked in water, moved it out of the room, and laid it in another room.

By the time they had all been moved, it had been an hour since they had changed their clothes and put on the white cloth again.

When Qian Hao came back again to make sure there were no missing corpses, the torrential rain finally stopped.

"Ahh Ghost..."Qian Hao suddenly exclaimed, staring at the figure fluttering down from the gap in the air, stunned.

'Bang' is poured face down into the water.

Three quarters later.

Qian Hao stood up again, Mu Ran's eyes looked around, his pale face gradually became rosy, but he always frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

"Qian Hao, Remainer? After nearly a thousand years of seclusion, it seems that everything has changed. Qian Hao muttered to himself and looked around.

Stretching out his hand towards the roof, what he expected did not happen, made his face even more difficult to look at.

"Hey, there is no spiritual power left, fortunately I have saved my soul, but I can't live with you, brother." Zuihou is obviously saying to 'Qian Hao'.

Coming downstairs and looking at the corpse lying quietly on the dressing table, Qian Hao walked over and slowly uncovered the white cloth.

"What a look for the country." As he spoke, his lower body had a natural reaction, which made him a little embarrassed, and he hurriedly covered it with a white cloth again.

'Bang, bang, bang...' There was a quick knock on the door, and through the transparent glass door, Qian Hao could see a lewd face staring at him.

"Wang Jie." Qian Hao whispered to himself, in the memory of 'Qian Hao', he had found this 'good buddy'.

"I know that your kid hasn't gone back yet, it's better buddy, I've brought you an umbrella, why don't you open the door for me quickly." Wang Jie shook the umbrella in his hand.

"Hasn't the rain stopped?" Qian Hao walked over and opened the door, and said leisurely.

"Kindness is not reciprocated, do you want it?" Wang Jie rolled his eyes and handed over the umbrella in his hand.

Qian Hao took the umbrella and smiled.

"Hehe, now it's your turn to dedicate to me, right? Not much, just play for one night. Hey, no, why are you all wet? Swimming? Wang Jie said only to realize that Qian Hao was soaked all over his body.

"The roof was struck by lightning." Qian Hao pointed upstairs with some helplessness on his face and said.

"Wouldn't it? We have a lightning rod in this building. It's weird. Regardless of it, it's the old man anyway. Let's go, go back and change your clothes, let's go to the nightclub to have a dashing look, it won't let you break the bank too much, if you don't want to ask me. Wang Jie said and dragged Qian Hao out of the door of the funeral home, and drove straight towards Qian Hao's house.

Back at Qian Hao's house, Wang Jie was more familiar than Qian Hao himself, and after rummaging through all kinds of searches, the clothes were already on the bed. And Qian Hao was also pushed into the bathroom by Wang Jie, and seemed to be in a hurry.

Qian Hao looked at this home in the future, and felt a little helpless, a collective rental house, a little space, a simple bed, a cabinet, and a few sets of clothes, it is a home. And in his memory, Qian Hao seems to be quite satisfied with this rental house, the price is not expensive, and it is quite comfortable to live alone. There are still beautiful women living around, and you can talk to each other if you have nothing to do.

And Wang Jie, a veritable rich second generation, is just a gangster at work, and the funeral home is actually one of his family's industries, and the reason why he has a good relationship with Qian Hao is because Qian Hao helped him once in a fight when he was in school, so after graduation, Wang Jie was pulled over to be a corpse beautician, with a decent salary.

Although I want to mix in the life of high society, after all, I was born poor, and the gap with Wang Jie is not at all. And the reason why Wang Jie asked Qian Hao to invite guests to the nightclub is that this is a ticket to blend in with their group, and it is also one of the means to ask the goddess for favor. At least in Wang Jie's opinion.

As for Qian Hao himself, he doesn't like Wang Jie very much, but because of the relationship between the upper and lower levels and salary, he can only pretend to be a good buddy like this.

took advantage of the time to take a bath and combed through the memories of 'Qian Hao', because from now on, he is Qian Hao. At least, for a long time, he needs to be Qian Hao.

Moreover, what he wants to do is a different Qian Hao.