Before my grandfather died, he not only applied for the status of a temporary worker for me, but also got me a job as a publisher of the underworld.

Judge Lao Cui remembered the friendship of the past, and let me take the title of vice president of the Grandpa Difu Art Women's Association.

He also gave me the Pengmen that my grandfather founded.

Pengmen is also known as the Einu Temple, which is similar to the ancient Qinglou.

It's just that the artists here are ghosts, but the customers are living people.

Most of the ghosts of these artists are dead sideways.

Because the yang life is not over, it cannot be reincarnated, nor can it survive in the underworld - unless you stay in the yang world for three years, obtain an underworld hukou, and have the ability to buy a house in the underworld.

Housing prices in the underworld are too expensive.

The wind is everywhere, and the yin soul will be blown away if it is blown three times.

Dead Yin souls who can stay in the yang world for three years are generally rare.

Moreover, the underworld has undergone a huge monetary reform, and the underworld coins sent by the yang world have no purchasing power like waste paper, and only the underworld coins issued by us, the real underworld currency issuers, are real money.

Come to Pengmen to listen to tunes, listen to songs, watch dances, talk heart-to-heart, etc., and if necessary, bring your lover who has become a ghost - as long as you can afford it.

The money here refers to the money of the yang world.

But it is forbidden to do anything in it.

If the Yin Soul agrees, buy a paper figure from me, let the Yin Ghost attach it to it and take it home, and you can be happy.

In the early morning, the rooster crows three times, burns the paper man, and the ghost will naturally return.

Pengmen is located in a dark alley, with a large area, nearly 200 square meters.

It is divided into more than 10 small rooms, which are fully equipped and have everything you need.

At the entrance is a counter with incense, candles, and paper horses.

Next to it is a path that only allows one person to pass.

At the moment, I was sitting in the Taishi chair behind the counter.

Worried about their situation and their lives.

I still have more than 500 days to live, and as soon as the time passes, I will die.

And.

I don't know if what Huang Lu said about the reform of the prefectural government officials is true or false.

If it had been true, I might have died sooner.

Being deprived of my status means that I will lose my eligibility to earn merit points.

And the Pengmen will also change hands.

It was my grandfather's brainchild.

No, give Lao Cui a call, ask about the specific situation, and by the way, let him remind Huang Lu's cousin, who is a second-grade yin, and don't let his cousin bully people again.

Lao Cui is the judge of the underworld, and his status is second only to the three giants of the underworld, the Huangquan Dao Lord, Yan Jun, and the Lord of Reincarnation.

He is a veritable figure of real power.

I had a good relationship with my dead grandfather.

As soon as I took out "I want you to die for 3,000", a girl with a black oil-paper umbrella suddenly flashed at the door.

Melon seed face, three-dimensional facial features, deep eyes, high nose bridge, and sexy red lips.

has a condescending aura, a smile, every move, shining charming, eye-catching.

Wearing a white vest on it, revealing the skin of the frost and snow, it is coveted.

Wearing a light blue mini skirt below, the buttocks are round and straight, and the white stockings wrap a pair of beautiful legs full of temptation, which makes people reverie infinitely.

I was stunned.

Han Feifei?

My first girlfriend?

How did she get here?

Could it be that •••••• she's dead?

Han Feifei was also stunned.

Fang's lips opened slightly, and he exclaimed: "Qi Mu? It's you? Are you •••••• you a chicken pot? ”

Chicken pot is the name of those of us who run the art women's hospital.

When I think about three years ago, less than a week after I dropped out of my sophomore year, she turned around and threw herself into the arms of another man, and I felt a secret hatred.

Without speaking, she verified the black oil-paper umbrella in her hand on a businesslike basis.

It is confirmed that the prefecture uniformly distributes disposable oil-paper umbrellas that can block the wind.

Only then did he say coldly: "You are here to sign a contract to be an art girl?" ”

Han Feifei glanced at me and said, "I know the consultant." ”

Then he handed me a piece of paperwork.

Name: Han Feifei.

Gender: Female.

The cause of death was a car accident.

Age of death twenty-one.

Yang Shou seventy-nine.

The life span of the Yin Soul is fifty-eight.

I wondered, "Why did you die in a car accident?" ”

I saw her face when the two of us were together, she should have died in a car accident at a young age, why did she die in a car accident at a young age?

Han Feifei suddenly said with an angry face: "You don't care, let's sign the contract quickly, I'm in a hurry to use the money now." ”

I sighed.

It seems that the roommate in college said it well, she is really a water-based poplar gold worshipper.

So he said lightly: "Do you have any skills?" Sing? Dance? ”

"Don't you know what the old lady will do? The two of us have been in love for more than a year, and I know exactly where you have hair and where you don't••••••"

"Ahem•••••• this is the rule, I remember that you seem to be very good at singing, just write and sing••••• it's not bad to be a singing artist, with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan, after three years, you can get a hukou, and if you save enough money, you can buy a house and settle down in the underworld••••••"

"I've heard that food delivery here is fast and money is fast, is that true?"

There are two kinds of artists.

One is to sell art, and the other is to accept it as long as you give money, that is, to deliver takeaways.

However, most of the artists who come will choose the former.

Nothing else, dignity issues.

Unexpectedly, Han Feifei actually came for the latter with one mouth.

My heart was sour all of a sudden, and it was very unpleasant.

Anyway, we're doing well.

But out of professional instinct, I answered her questions anyway.

"Yes, it starts with 5,000 coins a night, but there are risks, generally speaking, those who have been in the industry for less than two years are prohibited from delivering takeaways."

"Then can you open the back door for me for the sake of our previous relationship, open one eye and close one eye, sign the contract, and let me out tonight, how about it?"

I was stunned.

This woman is crazy about money, right?

That's it when I first came.

said coldly: "You love money so much? ”

"That's right, to help or not to help? No, I signed a contract with someone else. ”

Resolute in his words and firm in his attitude.

I sighed and said, "If you need money urgently, I can — hey, don't go." ”

Depend on.

Just go, don't drag the mud and water at all.

"I'll help you, how many years are you going to sign the contract?"

"Sixty-one years."

I immediately got up from the recliner, and I was extremely excited.

"Are you crazy? Your yin lifespan is only fifty-eight years - and our highest is only fifteen years, is it possible that you want to do it for the rest of your life? ”

"What is the maximum term of fifteen years? That's, don't think I don't know, as long as you want to do it, there is no time limit at all, besides, the yin shou is over, and there is still a three-year reprieve period for reincarnation, sixty-one years is sixty-one years, numb, don't be long-winded, hurry up. ”

A sneer sneered at the corner of my mouth.

Woman.

After writing the contract, I handed it to her.

"Press your handprints here."

Han Feifei raised her hand and was about to press it down, but suddenly stopped, looked up at me and said, "If I press down, will it be your person in the future?" ”

I didn't feel angry and said, "It's my artist." ”

want to cuckold me when you're dead, Uncle Drip.

The corners of Han Feifei's mouth rose and said: "What are you dragging, when the old lady makes enough money, donate an official in the prefecture, maybe you will have to mess with me in the future." ”

After pressing the handprint fiercely, he went inside.

I angrily took out "I want you to die three thousand" and called Lao Cui.

Han Feifei's suddenness is absolutely unusual.

My Pengmen is not the only art girl in the yang world.

Who arranged for Han Feifei to come to me?

"Old Cui? You-"

As soon as he said this, he was scolded back.

"Xiao Qi, I'll call you again when I have time, I'm almost too busy, goodbye-"

Then, I hung up.

I was surprised.

After three years of employment, I have never seen Lao Cui so anxious.

Could it be that something happened to the underworld?

Just then, a woman came, unkempt and ragged.

There is no black oil-paper umbrella in the hand.

Is this a big living person?

The Yin Soul is not covered by a black oil-paper umbrella, and it can't come at all.

At all the intersections in and out of Pengmen, I have arranged magic circles that are no less powerful than Gangfeng.

The purpose is to be afraid that lonely souls and wild ghosts will come here pitifully to gain sympathy.

Or maybe some capable demons come to cause trouble.

Excuse me for business.

The woman didn't wait for me to speak, and said, "Boss, are you recruiting people?" ”

The voice is a little timid, but it's nice.

I smiled and said, "No." ”

Not far from me are hair salons, where people are recruited.

But if a woman who speaks so well and looks good really goes there, I really can't bear it.

But I can't help it.

I am not a rich lord.

The woman didn't leave, and continued: "I'm here to apply, can you accept me?" ”

Are you coming to work with me?

I shook my head.

No way.

I only recruit Yin Spirits to be artists here, and they need to be registered by the prefecture.

What do you want you to do?

Besides.

The money Pengmen earns every day is barely enough for me to live alone, and if I have one more mouth, won't I be hungry?

But a voice floated over.

"Accept, we don't refuse to come, but we need to die before we can do it."

Han Feifei changed into a cheongsam and walked over with a sway, holding a cigarette in her right hand and spitting a smoke ring in her mouth.

It's sexy.

It gave me a momentary distraction.

He glared at her coldly.

Very upset: "You don't stay inside, why do you come out?" Besides, am I the boss or are you the boss here? ”

Han Feifei came to me, came to my side, and said with a slight smile: "Qi Mu, no matter what, the two of us are better, right?" Now that you're single again, I'm the boss lady here. ”

When the woman outside the door heard this, her eyes lit up, she bowed to her, and said, "Thank you, boss, I'm going to die." ”

Boom?

I turned my head to look at the woman, thinking that it couldn't be a nervous disorder, right?

embarrassed: "This young lady, don't listen to her nonsense, I'm the boss here••••••"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman turned away and disappeared.