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A slender young man was half-lying on a bench in the subway waiting area, with a lazy expression and crossed Erlang's legs, and his simple white clothes and black pants made him wear a bit of an elegant and dusty state, and there was a bulging hemp cloth bag beside him, which was tightly pierced, making people very curious about what was hidden inside.

He played with a cup of coffee that was no longer hot with one hand, and took a sip from time to time, his long hair covered half of his face, revealing a very handsome outline, but it was a pity that his expression was cold, and he had the intention of rejecting people thousands of miles away, so although many people in the bustling crowd looked at him curiously, they did not dare to stay on him for too long.

Whenever a subway arrives, his handsome eyes will search along the crowd out of the station one by one, but he doesn't get up, obviously not waiting for the subway, but waiting for someone.

He looked at his watch quietly, and the appointment time was six o'clock, and it was now half past six.

Another subway came at a rapid pace, and the whistling sound made him have a slight tinnitus, his good-looking eyebrows suddenly twisted into a ball, and the coffee cup was secretly grasped by him, carrying the anger that he couldn't help but rise.

He hated being late, and he hated noise, and the two were even worse together, and if it weren't for the fact that the person who was waiting for him might have changed the embarrassment of his current life, he had already brushed his sleeves away at six o'clock.

Just as he was in his trance, a pair of white stiletto heels appeared in his eyes.

His gaze slowly raised and moved up along the white stiletto heels: the white calves, straight thighs, and red hip skirt together formed an almost perfect leg curve, the white camisole reflected the small waist of Ying Yingying's hand very sexy, the long lace hollow coat was just right to suppress the excess bewitchment, the thick and fluffy long hair had some natural curly taste, and the delicate facial features were inlaid on a baby face with a beauty point, obviously not a youthful age, but it looked vibrant.

She was holding a copy of the "Soul Survey Guide" in her arms, which was the code for meeting.

Murong Cao, female, thirty years old, unmarried, first-class psychological counselor, is likely to be his next boss.

"You were introduced by your senior brother Yang Muqing, right? I'm sorry, I'm a little delayed, and I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

The unusually nice soft voice and unusually sincere and upright tone actually suppressed Yang Muqing's remaining impatience without leaking.

He was a little surprised, he was not a person who would get dizzy when he saw a beautiful woman, but he admitted that after the first sight of Murong Cao, he had no anger, and after listening to her first sentence, the half-hour anxious waiting had been perfectly compensated.

Yang Muqing stroked her forehead and smiled bitterly, and said secretly in her heart: What a terrible woman.

"It's not convenient to talk here, the studio is nearby, let's go!" Seeing that he was silent, Murong Cao made a gesture to take his hand and wanted to pull him up.

Yang Muqing's expression changed, she avoided it, and did not let her "succeed", but her body stood up very cooperatively, picked up the burlap bag, and tried to put on a smile that could be called "kind", and followed behind her.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh, take it easy, although I am Yan Kong, I will not be hungry." Murong Cao quipped, his eyes curved into a nice arc.

Yang Muqing was slightly stunned when he heard this, and gradually returned to his original cold and indifferent demeanor.

He is 1.83 meters tall, and Murong Cao, who is 1.58 meters tall, is only up to his shoulders, although he is five years younger than her, but when the two walk together, he looks more like a protector.

Murong Cao's studio is really close, out of the subway entrance, then across the street, along the street to the corner of an intersection, a sign with three big characters written "Ask the Soul" is particularly eye-catching, as mysterious and delicate as its owner, the studio is located on the second floor, follow the sign up the stairs.

The studio space is very large, it is divided into multiple compartments, the middle is a comfortable living room, the TV sofa is readily available, the single reception room with "chatting" is written, the group meeting room is written with "hearth", the hypnosis room is written with "Dream Garden", the psychic room is written with "soul introduction", and the compartment with "forbidden room" is naturally embarrassed to visit, and with a kitchen, bathroom, balcony, it is like a comprehensive studio where you can eat, wear and live.

"How? Are you happy with your new work environment? Murong Cao handed over a cup of hot tea, allowing Yang Muqing to grab the cold coffee and get off the job smoothly.

Yang Muqing nodded, and finally hesitated to speak, her voice was low and hoarse, but it was very clean: "Do you believe that I have yin and yang eyes and can help you?" ”

Murong Cao smiled and said: "Senior brother will never lie to me, and I never make a loss-making transaction, you are definitely worthy of the salary I give you." Moreover, it is said that you are a first-class cook and a stable driver, and I also got a chef and driver for free, so why not? ”

"I'm not very good at talking, and I might offend customers."

"Naturally, I will handle the customer, and I don't need you to go out at all."

"Although I can see ghosts, I can't destroy them, maybe you can find a mage to help you be more reliable."

"It's not that you're not capable enough, you'll find out later. I'm sure I'm looking for you, not any mage. ”

"I didn't say I was going to be your chef and driver at the same time."

"It will count as an extra salary. Also, there are empty rooms here, you can stay here, I have my own apartment. ”

“……”

Murong Cao must have inquired very much from her senior brother, so she could always easily hit Yang Muqing's pain points.

He was indeed shy and homeless, and after graduating from college, he changed four or five jobs, each of which would be unable to continue due to the interference of ghosts.

Everything is a two-way street, he can see ghosts, naturally recruit ghosts, and he can turn a blind eye during his studies, but when he is working, no one can operate efficiently surrounded by ghosts, and the ghosts in society seem to be more "fierce" than the ghosts on campus, and they are more entangled and entangled more powerfully.

His intermittent work made his financial resources problematic, he was an orphan, and unlike other people of his age, he could still be supported by his family, he was on his own. Before that, he had been unemployed for three months. Therefore, when Li Hang, that is, Murong Cao's senior brother, approached him and said that he had a job that required dealing with ghosts, he planned to try it without saying a word, since he couldn't avoid it, it was better to face it directly.

Li Hang grew up in an orphanage with him, and the two had a good relationship, so he knew everything about him, and it seemed that he had explained everything to Murong Cao.

The questions he asked just now were just a test to see if Murong Cao was ready to accept him.

Not bothering others easily is an important criterion for him to deal with people.

Yang Muqing took a sip of hot tea, sat down on the sofa in a comfortable position, and handed the burlap bag he had been carrying to Murong Cao.

"Huh."

Murong Cao took it without hesitation, and found that although the burlap bag looked big, it didn't weigh at all.

"May I ask, what is this?"

"Greetings."

Yang Muqing's eyebrows flowed with pride.

"Although I said I couldn't destroy the ghosts, I didn't say I couldn't catch them."