Chapter 8: Candlelight
I'm sorry, the devil believes you.
I complained in my heart, but I didn't have the courage to say it.
Since this male ghost chose to possess the person who had just died, he must have a plan.
I looked back at Li who was half-blind and didn't say a word, and suddenly turned his head and asked the male ghost, "What are you going to do when you customize the wedding coffin?" You promised me yesterday that you wouldn't force me. β
"This coffin wasn't meant for you. It's just that some people think too much. β
When he said this, Li half-blindly cut the wood with his hand, and suddenly paused, and then continued the work in his hand.
"If it wasn't for me, then why did you last night-"
"Lessons."
The male ghost suddenly reached out and scratched my nose, behaving intimately, I didn't expect his actions, and I was stunned and didn't react.
"Be obedient in the future, otherwiseβ"
He made a neck wiping motion, accompanied by a cold gust of wind blowing through my neck.
I shuddered, and immediately nodded in reassurance.
"Don't worry, I will be obedient."
"Hmm." He smiled and nodded, "I still have something to do, go first and remember my name." My name is Candlelight. β
Candlelight!
Li's half-blind hand paused again, and this time, he clenched into a fist out of sight.
"Oh, got it."
I nodded, not feeling anything, just remembering the name by heart.
"Gone."
His eyes passed over me, glanced at Li Ban Blind behind me, and then left.
As soon as he left, I breathed a sigh of relief and ran to Li's half-blind side.
"Lao Li, is he really the ghost last night? Why did he possess a dead man? Doesn't it be written in the book that only by attaching oneself to a living person can one better absorb their yang energy and boost one's own cultivation? β
"It was only for a short time. If you want to possess it for a long time, you can only be driven by the dead body. β
"Oh." I nodded as if I didn't understand, then watched him make a little bit of a coffin, and asked, "Then you don't plan to do anything this time?" β
Li half-blindly glared at me, and the meaning was very clear.
I pouted and continued to sit by for breakfast.
For three days, I didn't go anywhere, so I accompanied Li Banblind to make a coffin.
Candlelight did not come every day, but on the third night, someone was sent to fetch the coffin.
He also gave me a big red envelope, saying that it was the happy money for the wedding coffin, and said that the money from the bank card I gave before was for my private use, and if it was not enough, I could ask him directly.
The other party is so generous, so that I can't accept it.
Watching them carry away the happy coffin, to be honest, I was very curious, what did that ghost do with such a happy coffin?
But I didn't have the courage to follow along, after all, the experience of that night was still vivid, and it was really terrible.
With a sigh, I turned to make dinner, and not long after dinner, I heard a knock on the door.
When I opened the door, I saw Aunt Wu on the street.
I've met her a few times, she's very kind, her daughter is the same age as me, and we're still in the same school.
"Aunt Wu, what's wrong?"
"Lao Li is not here, I need to ask him to help paint the skin, I am in a hurry."
Drawing skin is an insider's talk.
It is different from the general body cosmetic surgeon who paints the makeup of the dead.
It refers to the meaning of putting makeup on the faces of some people who have died.
And people in this profession are collectively referred to as makeup corpses.