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Be kind to others and companions, and be convenient with others is also convenient for yourself, but unfortunately some people just don't understand this simple truth, and finally let themselves get into trouble.

The post officer was very angry, and the consequences were very serious, I sat down at the tea table and angrily took the scissors and cut the paper in my hand into the shape of a small person, and then carefully wound a hair around the neck of the paper man, and when the work was finished, I picked up the pen and wrote the name on the paper that I hated so much.

"Oh, why are you a puppeteer, little post officer!"

Yin Fei, an old customer, an onmyoji, had just entered the house and saw that I was making a paper puppet and hurriedly ran up to dissuade me.

"Don't you know, little post officer, although being a paper puppet can quickly curse the other party, you will also suffer from backlash!"

"It doesn't matter! As long as that bastard gives me missing arms and legs, it doesn't matter what it costs me! "I held up the paper puppet in my hand and didn't let Yin Fei take it away.

There was a click, and Moon Dance, who was standing behind me, tore the paper figure in half.

"I thought you had nothing to do and play origami by yourself, but I didn't expect you to play paper puppet curse people!" Moon Dance angrily tore the half-paper figure in her hand to shreds.

"Then I don't care, I'm going to mess with that bastard!" I stood up and said angrily.

"Little post officer, who made you so angry! Anger hurts the body, anger rests, anger rests! "Yin Fei brought me a cup of hot tea to comfort me.

I just held my breath and told Yin Fei about the matter.

With a month to go before the final exams, the school is getting stricter and stricter in the students' dormitories, and people go to the dormitories every night to take a roll call.

I don't know what happened last night, there were a lot of customers who came to buy tea, and I was busy until eight o'clock in the evening before I hurriedly left the tea house and returned to school.

Unexpectedly, when I came to the school gate, I was stopped by the doorman who was not long-sighted.

"Master, please open the door and I'll go back to the dormitory."

"Get your student ID!" The janitor is a newcomer, and he guesses he's so serious when he first comes to work.

I touched my pocket, uncle, I didn't take it today!

"I'm sorry I didn't get my student ID when I went out today," I smiled at the security guard

Not wanting my kind smile to be exchanged for the security guard's understanding, he shouted arrogantly, "Then I don't care, who told you not to get a student ID!" ”

"It just so happened that a student was returning to school, and the returning student swaggered into the school after showing his student ID" I was about to follow him, but was stopped again by the short-sighted doorman.

"Get out! Who knows if you're a student at the school! "The doorman stood in front of me and yelled at me.

"We've got a name in the dormitory, and you won't let me go back!" I was also irritated by the guard's bad attitude.

"Who knows if you're a student at the school without a student ID!"

This damn watchdog......

Later, because I didn't return to my dorm room before the roll call, I was blacklisted on the school's absence roster.

That bastard janitor! When I thought of that guard's arrogant attitude at that time, I really wanted to find a ghost to erase his yang life!

I held my breath and made me sleep badly every night, and I hated it when I thought of the picture of the dog doorman bombing me.

"That turtle egg watchdog, dare to stop me so horizontally, see if I don't kill him!" As I sat at the tea table, I roared.

"The little post officer is angry, that security guard will definitely be punished for not giving you face like this!" Yin Fei reassured me a little helplessly.

"Mr. Yin, can you help me clean up that bastard?" I aimed a pair of angry red eyes at Yin Fei.

"That kind of person doesn't know how to be flexible, he doesn't know that being convenient with others is convenient with himself, he will learn a lesson sooner or later, I'll tell a story to the little post officer" Yin Fei paused his throat and told me about an incident he had encountered.

Last year, a middle-aged man named Yang Song approached Yin Fei's small shop and begged him to save him.

"You've encountered a ghost, tell me in detail" Yin Fei could see that the black qi between the eyebrows was tightly locked, and the whole body was surrounded by ghosts, and at first glance, he often encountered ghosts.

Frightened, Yang Song nodded vigorously and told what had happened to him.

Yang Song found a new job at Xishan Cemetery last month, working as a doorman at the gate of the cemetery, and when he handed over to the old doorman on the first day of work, the old doorman told him: "Although the company (Xishan Cemetery Management Company) stipulates that the cemetery opens at half past six in the morning and closes at seven o'clock in the afternoon, it is best to open the door of the cemetery at five o'clock in the morning and close the gate of the cemetery at eight o'clock in the evening." ”

"Why don't we open and close the door according to the company's regulations?" Yang Song asked the old doorman puzzled.

"Of course, it's a convenient door, people will be angry if they don't open the door early!"

"Who's going to be angry?"

"Anyway, you're right to do what I say!"

After the old doorman finished speaking, he packed his luggage and left the doorman's room with a smile.

Yang Song is a more serious person, and did not listen to the advice of the old doorman, but opened the door at half past six in the morning and closed at seven in the afternoon in strict accordance with the company's requirements.

One night, Yang Song, who was on duty in the guard room, was suddenly woken up by a rapid knock on the door, Yang Song opened his eyes and was about to get up and open the door to see who knocked on the door, and was about to get up, he suddenly remembered that he was in the duty room of Xishan Cemetery, outside was an empty grave mountain, the cemetery was separated from the outside world by a high iron fence, ordinary people would never be able to turn in, since there should be no one outside the door, who would knock on the door!?

Yang Song suddenly felt that his scalp was numb and his body was cold, he quietly moved his head, and aimed his eyes at the door next to him, there was a glass window in the upper part of the door to observe the window, through the glass Yang Song saw a dense crowd of people standing outside the door, people's faces were pale and their eyes were wooden, and a pair of slightly angry eyes were staring at themselves.

Yang Song was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, and quickly buried his head in the quilt and didn't dare to poke his head out, and the shocking knock kept echoing in Yang Song's ears until the sky began to light slightly, and the chilling knock disappeared.

Since then, in the second half of the night, there will be a group of strange people standing outside the door knocking, causing Yang Song to sleep all the time, and the knock is getting louder and louder, and the knocking force is getting louder and louder, until one night, Yang Song is still cowering in the quilt and suffering from the knocking sound, suddenly the knocking stop abruptly, followed by a piercing squeak, the door that has been in disrepair for a long time was pushed open!

The temperature in the duty room dropped suddenly, and Yang Song, who was hiding in the quilt, was shivering from the cold, but he didn't dare to poke his head out at all, because he knew very well that at this time, he was surrounded by a gloomy "crowd", and countless pairs of resentful eyes were facing himself wrapped in the quilt.

Yang Song finally survived until dawn in fright, and as soon as the sun came out, Yang Song desperately escaped from Xishan Cemetery to find Yin Fei.

After listening to Yang Song's story, Yin Fei seemed to have an idea in his heart, but out of prudence, he asked Yang Song to take him to the gate of Xishan Cemetery to investigate.

Under the leadership of Yang Song, Yin Fei came to the gate of Xishan Cemetery, two large red iron gates about ten meters high and five meters wide were like ghost doors, separating the yang world and the underworld; Or it may be like a bloody mouth, waiting for the next deceased to move in.

Yin Fei stood in front of the gate of Xishan Cemetery and carefully looked at the decorative patterns on the gate.

"You two big iron gates are not ordinary!" Yin Fei looked up at the towering iron gate and sighed.

"What's so unusual about this door?" Yang Song, who opened and closed the door every day, blinked at the iron door with a pair of ignorant eyes.

"The paint on this door is mixed with cinnabar and other materials, and once the door is closed, even the most powerful ghost will never want to leave!" Yin Fei patted the thick iron door, and the sound of the slap echoed in the hollow iron door, as if the bells in the temple were simple and melodious.

"I can count on why your ex let you open the door early and close it late before leaving," Yin Fei clapped his hands and laughed, he knew why Yang Song had angered so many resentful spirits.

"This Xishan Cemetery is a huge place to hide the shade, usually the wandering spirits gather here during the day to wait for the night to come, and when the sun sets and the night comes, the souls leave the cemetery and go to the city to wander, until the sky is slightly bright and come back early, you just close the door too early, open the door too late, so that many wandering souls are locked outside the cinnabar-coated gate, and suffer from the morning sun to cause public anger."

After speaking, Yin Fei patted Yang Song's shoulder, "You, you will work hard in the future, according to what your predecessor said, open the door early and close the door later, so as to make it convenient for the residents in the cemetery, and also to make it convenient for yourself."

"And then? That Yang Song didn't encounter a ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night again? Yue Wu gave Yin Fei, who had been talking for a long time, a cup of hot tea to moisten his throat.

Yin Fei took the teacup and nodded, "That's right, Yang Song has never encountered a ghost knocking on the door since then, so the guy who doesn't open the door for the little post official is so unreasonable, there will definitely be a world newspaper, but then again, the little post officer, if you take the student ID every day, won't there be no trouble before, you are at fault for this matter in the first place, and the doorman is just doing things according to the rules, so pay more attention in the future."

Under the persuasion of Yin Fei and Yue Wu, I put up with this breath for the time being, not thinking that a month later, the doorman had a conflict with a group of young people who tried to enter the school to make trouble, and was stabbed several times and went to the hospital, and never saw him again.