The police arrived to investigate and found that the deceased was a habitual thief.

After stealing something last night, I happened to be sick outside the place where I lived, and the lights were blind, and it was the second half of the night, and no one noticed at all.

Is this a coincidence?

Apparently not.

I hurriedly asked for a leave of absence and found Mr. Feng with 9,000 yuan.

Mr. Feng learned from my account and quickly understood what was going on, saying that the reason why I encountered these things was because I had now found a part-time job called a guide.

Specially responsible for guiding the ghost of the soul to the home of the deceased who is approaching Yangshou, the money received each time is his own labor fee.

I said I didn't find a part-time job like this.

Mr. Feng glanced at me incomprehensibly, "Really? ”

I thought about it again, and it seemed like there really wasn't.

He poked my finger in the head, "Did you talk to any stranger about a part-time job, or did you mention it in front of Master Fu?" ”

When Mr. Feng said this, he suddenly remembered.

In my diary, I did record my part-time job.

Then it burned again, and maybe Fuku-sama received my complaints.

Then when I was eating noodles outside that day, I said the same thing to someone I didn't know.

Mr. Feng nodded thoughtfully and said, "That's right, you have good luck, Lord Fu will reward you with a public meal, and the money can be kept to pay off your father's debts." ”

A labor fee is 3,000 yuan, which is already equivalent to the salary of an ordinary formal job, and it is just a matter of pointing the way.

For me, it's content.

It's just that this kind of part-time job doesn't happen every day.

A few days later, at four o'clock in the morning, Mr. Feng suddenly took the initiative to come to the door.

Let me accompany him to prepare something.

When asked what to prepare, he didn't say.

Mr. Feng took a dozen homemade fishing rods and took me to a small river in the suburbs to fish, looking like he was here for a vacation, but in fact it was not, he asked to catch only one kind of fish called osmanthus fish today.

You don't want any other fish, and the more the better.

Although I rarely fish, I know that this fish costs dozens of dollars a pound.

There are few spines, the meat is tender, and it is delicious.

But if you use the way of fishing, you may not be able to catch one in a day.

I asked Mr. Feng, "Just go to the market and buy it." ”

He waved his hand and said, "It's not for yourself, you must catch it yourself." ”

I listened, and I didn't dare to ask more.

So he hung up live bait and meat bait, and kept pulling and pumping rods.

I fished until the morning and caught three osmanthus fish.

Mr. Feng sighed and said that it was a bit insufficient.

I packed up my things again and went to the wild to find some delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Most of them are things that few people sell in the market.

For example, cicada larvae in the ground, earth dogs, and the like......

These things are very fragrant and nutritious when fried, and I thought to myself that Mr. Feng's friend's mouth is really tricky, what is the reason why he can take a lot of trouble to prepare these foods.

In short, Mr. Feng caught all the things that were difficult to catch.

And the number of catches can be eaten for several days.

This is not enough, and I went to a remote mountain village to find an old man who bought a lot of red sorghum and daughter red in jars, I was very depressed, don't they all drink bottles now, and some people drink jars.

Probably a good bar?

Anyway, I don't drink alcohol, so I didn't ask much.

Then Mr. Feng went to a time-honored paper shop to buy incense candles.

And what chickens, ducks, and fish meat are loaded on a truck.

There's a whole wagon of food......

More than a dozen tables for a wedding banquet are more than enough.

The truck transported things to an abandoned mountain villa in the suburbs, and the driver asked Mr. Feng in wonder, this mountain villa has been abandoned for several years, will it be contracted to reopen, right?

Mr. Feng ignored him.

The driver found it boring and stopped talking.

After unloading, it was already dark.

At this time, more than a dozen people and a car full of stools, tables and chairs came one after another, Mr. Feng waved his hand, and those people seemed to know what they were going to do, and they were busy.

Some cut vegetables, some set tables and chairs, and some cook and stir-fry......

They all look like experienced hands.

It wasn't until Mr. Feng hung two big red lanterns with a longevity character printed on them at the door of the villa's gate that I knew that he was busy preparing for someone's birthday.

I guessed in my heart, could it be Mr. Feng's grandfather or father who had a birthday?

This group of people filled more than a dozen tables with food, and left in a hurry after everything was done, as if they were rushing to the scene, the more I looked at it, the more confused I became, who would have a birthday so late?

It was ten minutes before twelve midnight.

Mr. Feng stood in the courtyard and watched everything get ready.

He instructed me to light the red lantern at the door and begin to greet the guests.

As soon as the red lantern lit up, Mr. Feng and I stood side by side at the door.

Looking outside, it was particularly barren and overgrown with weeds.

It's pitch black, what kind of guests are welcome?

I was just thinking about muttering in my heart, when a dark shadow came from a distance.

The shadow was very tall, and the closer it got, the more familiar it became.

Until he saw a pair of swarthy features, he couldn't help blurting out and pointing at it and exclaiming in surprise: "Night Wanderer? ”

Mr. Feng scolded: "Don't be so rude. ”

I had another 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in my heart.

Only then did I know that none of the people invited this time were alive.

It's a ghost feast!

The Night Wandering God arched his hand at him and said, "Mr. Feng, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come here unharmed, right?" ”

Mr. Feng smiled slightly and replied: "Very good, very good, this is my apprentice Shen Shusheng, take care of me in the future." ”

Night Wanderer looked at me and smiled: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, we have met once in Panlong Mountain, we have met once, haha......"

"Panlong Mountain?"

Mr. Feng suddenly turned his head and looked at me suspiciously.

I scratched my head, tilted my head and pretended not to see.

The night wandering god said: "A few of them camped in Panlong Mountain, got lost on the mountain, and happened to pass by, by the way, it's just a trivial matter." ”

Although the Night Wanderer looks more scary, he seems to be very easy to get along with, easy-going, and lies for himself, so he can't help but look at it and nod slightly.

It shoved the birthday gift into my hand and bowed its head into the villa.

Subsequently, many supernatural powers from all walks of life who only heard his name but did not see him came one after another.

It's not just black and white impermanence with two high-pointed hats.

There is also Zhong Kui, who has a full beard and a fierce look.

All kinds of bull heads and horse faces, leopard tails, beaks, gills, wasps, and the ten yin commanders of folklore were all present.

In addition, it made me feel the strongest aura and formation.

It is none other than the four civil and military judges of His Royal Highness Hades.

They are very familiar with Mr. Feng.

It's like catching up with old friends.

Mr. Feng introduced me to them while receiving the gifts.

I felt like fainting.

It's a bit fluttery.

If it's a dream, it's enough for this life.

There are still a lot of ghosts and ghosts who are not famous......

After a while, the dozen or so tables in the courtyard were empty.

They all sat there straight, watching the silence on the steps.

Dead silence!

Mr. Feng asked me to hold the wine jar and pour wine for each ghost, and my hands shook like electric rods, as if I was the only one in the whole villa making a rapid breathing sound.

Every time I pour a full glass, I want to look up and get a closer look at them.

But I don't have the guts.

Cold, cold all over the body.

Gather a bunch of ghosts, and it's not ordinary cold.

Mr. Feng had already prepared and took a coat for me to put on.

He and I stood around the steps, like waiting for someone.

I saw them all looking up at the stage and following along.

A yin wind hit me, and I couldn't help but shiver a little.

All the yin ghosts in the audience suddenly stood up in unison, their voices were loud and imposing, and they unanimously congratulated: "I wish the governor Fu the year of the turtle and the crane, the Buddha of Amitayus, and the longevity ......of the longevity."

Even Mr. Feng opened his mouth to congratulate him.

The voice fell.

I saw that the yin wind was blowing, and out of the thick yin wind came a person wearing a black veil, wearing an official robe, and a fat body, and it was the Governor of the underworld, Fu, in the portrait of the door god that I had been carrying.

And next to it stood the Deputy Governor Qing.

Fuku-sama narrowed his eyes and nodded to the group of ghosts below.

They sat down in unison with the obedience of an army.

Master Fu stretched out his hand like a child, counting them one by one, shaking his head and muttering to himself: "1,500 years old, I am 1,500 years old this year, it's really like an arrow......

I think it's a bit funny to be a high-ranking Fu-sama.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Feeling that the occasion was wrong, quickly shut up and bow your head.

My laughter was particularly abrupt in this dead silence.

You can feel the sharp eyes around you.

It's not standing on your own, it's not squatting.

If there's a crack in the ground, it's definitely going to get in.

"Shen Shusheng, come, come and sit."

The deep, magnetic voice of Master Fu reached my ears.

When I looked up, it waved at me.

Still squinting at those eyes, I wonder if it has been closed, or if it has small eyes like this, but it doesn't look as fierce as Zhong Kui.

Seeing me in a daze, Mr. Feng hurriedly came over and slapped me on the back of the head, and scolded in a low voice: "What are you thinking, are you so rude to Master Fu?" I don't pay attention to what I say to you. ”

Master Fu waved his hand at Mr. Feng, "Don't be angry, child, he's still a child." It pointed to the main table at the front of the banquet.

I glanced at Mr. Feng.

He strained his mouth.

I reluctantly went up and sat down on a chair.

"Ahem......"

As soon as Mr. Feng's cough sounded, I reflexively stood up.

Kyung-sama looked at me and laughed helplessly.

After Fu and Qing sat down, Mr. Feng and I dared to sit down, and the yin and ghost in the audience began to raise chopsticks, at first it was more restrained, but as the atmosphere became more and more noisy, drinking more and more, chattering like a vegetable market.

There are no waiters at this ghost feast.

So Mr. Feng asked me to be responsible for pouring wine.

We can't let these ghosts go home.

It's about your future path.

I don't dare to slack off, serving one by one.

As time passed, a large group of people below got drunk.

Some are talking nonsense, and some are drunk and crazy......

In the process of pouring wine, I accidentally found a book on the ground, and when I picked it up, I saw three big calligraphy words written on the cover: Book of Life and Death.

My heart was beating fast.

I wanted to return it, but I found that the ghosts at this table were almost too strong to drink.

Lying on the stage and falling asleep.

Even the four great judges are the same.

Like a thief, I turned my head to see if I had found anything.

No one notices themselves.

This is the book of life and death......

How old can you live?

How old can Dad live?

The strong curiosity made me can't help but squat under the table, page by page, page by page, page by page, but I didn't see my name yet, but I saw Li Chuchu's name.

There is a line of small print below the name.

What is written in 2018, April 20, ugly time......

End of life?

Carefully pondering the bright red fonts at the end of the two lives, it suddenly dawned on me.

Then he was shocked.

That is, at some point in time three days later.

Will Li Chuchu die at that moment?