These hands are all too familiar to him. It is not that the hand of a particular figure is familiar to him, but that it belongs to a person who has no vital signs. In other words, the owner of these hands is not a living person, but a dead person.

Ji Zimo looked at the hands that were holding his body. The black hair covered the face neatly, and behind the black hair were a pair of blood-red eyes.

The blood-red eyes burst with a fierce light of resentment and hatred. It was a pair of hateful eyes, and she wanted him dead.

Ji Zimo didn't know why this terrible ghost wanted to trouble him, and he thought about him to death more than once. He is a mortician, he has seen a lot of this situation, and he is not afraid of ghosts, but he is afraid of ghosts who don't know what to do, and there are no ghosts who kill people and bloodthirsty ghosts.

The powerful ghost in front of him is the camphor forest ghost that gives Ji Zimo the most headache and has to deal with. Ji Zimo smiled indifferently, and said in his heart: I've been waiting for you for a long time, so I grabbed a piece of rune paper that had been prepared long ago in the palm of my hand with my backhand, and patted it over.

In the flash of light, the female ghost disappeared with a bang. Ji Zimo stood up from the morgue and tidied up his clothes in a chic manner. The cold gaze swept and said, "Come out!" Is it fun to hide? ”

Before the words fell, whew~ After a cold wind from the left, a pair of hook-like claws rushed straight towards him, huh~ The corner of the clothes was broken, and Ji Zimo was secretly surprised by the powerful ghost claws.

He turned around abruptly, and there was nothing behind him except for the cold tiled walls.

The ghost was in the house, Ji Zimo could smell it, and felt a great sense of ghost and resentment. He braked with a static brake, holding the rune paper in his hand, ready to paste the rune paper when the ghost attacked again.

A wisp of black smoke drifted in, a white grimace, a pair of blood-red pupils, and a hideous smile, approaching Ji Zimo. At the same time, the gloomy words resounded in the small space, "Haha, the undertaker learns to catch ghosts, are you qualified?" ”

It was this invincible ghost who despised Ji Zimo, and when the words arrived, the sharp claws passed by, and the coldness was bursting, and Ji Zimo was secretly surprised. Dodged quickly, but still scratched the skin.

The ghost sent the bloody ghost claws to his mouth, licked greedily, and the ghost appearance of enjoying it angered Ji Zimo.

Indeed, he was just a mortician, and he was not capable of catching ghosts at all. Now it's temporary, and it's impossible to catch the ghost. Enraged, he ignored his master's advice and rushed towards the ghost desperately.

The ghost sneered contemptuously, raised his finger and made a boo on his lips, and flew straight to Ji Zimo, a very three-dimensional picture. Seeing that the ghost was about to pounce, he instinctively stretched out his hand, and the rune paper in his hand fell to the ground, poof~ The ghost was gone, leaving a wisp of smoke that had not yet dissipated.

"Haha~"

The ghost let out an exaggerated smirk, and pounced again, and there was a quick knock at the door with a shout: "Ji Zimo, get out of here." ”

The ghost said, "Little friend, I won't play with you anymore." "Disappeared in a flash.

Ji Zimo silently greeted the eighteenth generation of the ghost ancestor one by one, and went to open the door in a breath.

Outside the door is the flamboyance of going and returning. He saw that Ji Zimo would also sweat profusely in a room with refrigeration equipment, as if he had just experienced a vigorous exercise and was very tired.

"What are you up to?" Ignoring Ji Zimo's obstruction, he was full of suspicion and looked into the dressing room.

The makeup was messy, the morgue was in a place where it shouldn't be, and all the supplies that had been used to make up the corpse were scattered all over the floor. And he also found that Ji Zimo was injured and his clothes were wet with blood.

How can a person be injured for no reason, unless he is masochistic.

Zhang Yang went and returned because he remembered one thing and didn't explain it to Ji Zimo. That is, Zhao You, who was in the detention center, confessed another question, which was related to a painting in his home.

The painting in Ji Zimo's house, Zhang Yang has seen it.

The problem that Zhao You confessed was on that painting, he said that there was a painting in Kang Zhentian's house, and there was a dark line on the painting indicating the exact location of the treasure. It's just that that one painting is a fake, and the really good thing is much bigger than that one.

When Qin Shuai and Xiao Gong took the painting, Zhang Yang saw this painting and remembered the painting in Ji Zimo's house.

The assistant is dealing with the wounds on Ji Zimo's body.

There are many female colleagues who have a good impression of Ji Zimo in the funeral home, and when they heard that he was injured, they all expressed great concern and ran to inquire about his injury.

To deal with the ghosts, Ji Zimo has no bottom, it is just the method pointed out by the master, and he has not had time to try it yet. was tricked by the ghost first, the gauze-wrapped wound was faintly painful, and the sound of gossip around him was like the cry of the old owl in the village.

Ji Zimo glared impatiently, these gossipy girls, waved their big hands and said, "It's nothing, you guys go and get busy." ”

These girls who want to please are used to being treated indifferently by him, even if he gets angry, they won't be angry because of it, and they just leave hypocritically.

"Zimo, you can't be angry if you're injured, look at whom! So cruel to you? ”

Ji Zimo stood up and unceremoniously ordered them to be evicted: "If you don't get busy with work, the leader should tell me to get out." ”

When it came to the leader, they laughed again, just that Wu Dalang, who is afraid! If it weren't for the sake of small money, who would want to stay here? In fact, Ji Zimo knows that the people in this usually don't work for a long time, and those who work for five years are considered capable.

The funeral parlor is not fragrant, there are not many people who are willing to do it for a long time, except for him who is stupid and unwilling to leave, who is not dreaming of being high in other places!

If you want to say that the reason why these girls are reluctant to leave, part of it has something to do with him staying.

Ji Zimo is a rich man, and the old man in the family sells antiques, so he has already made enough money. What's more, there is a relatively good old house, which is currently in City A, and there are also three residences, which are more expensive than gold in City A at present, and the standard house price is estimated to be a large amount.

What does the rich second generation look like, Ji Zimo is a cold and handsome rich second generation in their eyes. He must be the object of man's crush, there is nothing wrong with loving someone, there is nothing wrong with being loved, love is something that belongs to a wide range of sacred and obsessed people.

Ji Zimo couldn't scare these people, so he had to sigh and look at Zhang Yang for help.

Zhang Yang was dressed in civilian clothes, with handsome facial features and a dark face, giving people a serious feeling.

"Disperse, disperse." The voice was not loud, but with a deterrent aura, the girls looked at each other, and had to quietly stick out their tongues and disperse.

Ji Zimo frowned, worried. The hand subconsciously took out his mobile phone, but his mind was thinking about what happened in the dressing room just now, whether he was negligent, and he thought about something that should be easy to deal with. How did it get so tricky!

Zhang Yang snatched the phone from Ji Zimo's hand, and sure enough, it was turned off again. couldn't help but scold: "You have nothing to do and turn off the phone." As soon as the phone was turned off, Qingmei called me, and I didn't know how to deal with her every inquiry. Lying is not my thing, but every time I lie to perfunctory her. ”

Ji Zimo habitually raised his hand to stroke the bridge of his nose, and when he saw Zhang Yang looking intently, he stiffly and unnaturally lowered his hand and explained, "Wasn't you working just now?" The machine must be switched off during working hours. ”

Zhang Yang sat upright, looked at the two of them in the lounge, and asked seriously: "Do you love her?" ”

Ji Zimo didn't understand why Zhang Yang asked this brainless question, how could he not love Su Qingmei, not to mention that the two of them were already there.

"Don't be reckless, tell me you love her?"

"Knowingly asked." Ji Zimo took the phone back again, turned it on, and stared blankly at the moment when the mobile phone screen unfolded. The mobile phone is too old, Su Qingmei asked him to change it, and he said that he was reluctant to have feelings for this mobile phone.

"Then you tell me what happened in the dressing room just now." Zhang Yang is aggressive, and he is bound to win, eager to know how he was injured just now and who he is with.

"You still don't force me, it's no good for you to know about this matter." Ji Zimo refused to tell him, the more he refused, the more curious he became, not only public, I believe that many people are curious. "Curiosity kills the cat!"

Zhang Yang stood up and walked to the door. Outside the door is a passageway, and in this kind of place, especially during working hours, it is quiet in every corner. It was so quiet that he could hear a pin on the ground, and he didn't like it.

"Why don't we talk about it somewhere else?" Zhang Yang's calmness and indifference to Ji Zimo have long been accustomed to it. He sent out the invitation to hear something else from the other party.

The purpose of the flamboyance is still that painting.

Ji Zimo also got up and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I want to repair Su Bai's body today, and I may go back late before I get off work, so can I do it another day?" ”

Zhang Yang bit his lip, and looked at Ji Zimo seriously to see if he was perfunctory. Then he waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can do it, and we'll continue to talk when we have time." After a few steps, he turned around, which made the latter slightly stunned.

"What else?"

Zhang Yang didn't joke, and asked Ji Zimo again with a very serious look: "Do you love her?" ”

"Why are you endless?" Ji Zimo avoided the importance and said lightly.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "If you don't take her seriously, I'm going to be polite to my friend's wife." ”

Ji Zimo snorted coldly, squeezed out two words from between his teeth and said, "You dare." ”

Zhang Yang lowered his voice, approached Ji Zimo's provocative expression and said, "Don't cherish her, I cherish it, why don't we compete?" ”

"You lost without a competition, and you still tested the yarn." Ji Zimo walked past Zhang Yang, touched him, and then threw him a touch of arrogant back and strode away.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang felt incomprehensible about Ji Zimo's words, scratched his head, thought for a while, and left the funeral home with a mocking smile.

can't open a breakthrough from Ji Zimo, and can't find out the secret of that painting. Zhang Yang thought of testing from Su Qingmei, Ji Zimo was busy with the restoration of Su Bai's body in the funeral home, he went to the hospital to pick up Su Qingmei in the afternoon, and pretended to be by the way, but he really wanted to lend her back to Ji Zimo to see the painting.

Of course, all this is under Zhang Yang's control, and Ji Zimo doesn't know yet.

Zhang Yang really likes Su Qingmei, especially the feeling of the two of them staying together, especially like a couple. He is free, he is used to doing his own thing, and he doesn't know as much about Ji Zimo's relationship with Su Qingmei as Cai Xiaolan Shilin.

Ji Zimo didn't care about Zhang Yang's words, and treated them as a joke. For an afternoon, he devoted himself to the restoration of Su Bai's body.

The man died, leaving behind a stinking skin. Su Bai is now with Zhu Yimeng, and the two of them went to the place where they should go, and after the body is repaired, it will be sent back to her hometown with Sister Fan's body to be buried in the mountains and forests.

Ji Zimo was busy until late before going home, during which Su Qingmei made countless calls, but he was all turned off. At Zhang Yang's invitation, she went to the bar he liked to go to, and under the shadow of the colorful laser lights, he sent out several invitations, wanting to hug her and protect her.

Su Qingmei politely refused, and one of her hearts was on Ji Zimo.

He has grown in her heart, and there is no one who can replace him.

This book is derived from reading books