In the Hall of Ten Thousand Blessings, Master explained the details of what I would do after I passed tonight.

And repeatedly told me that this time I was going to accumulate good fortune and save lamp oil.

Do not use force unless absolutely necessary.

I know my situation well.

Now he is a man who has been eaten of lamp oil and is dying.

I have to keep stealing ghosts and accumulating good fortune to survive.

Even if I have fox claws on my body, and the gossip mirror given by Master.

But I'm still just an ordinary person, and I don't have the so-called Taoism.

The only difference from ordinary people.

It's just that the luck is low and the sun is weak, and you can see dirty things when you walk on the road!

After everything was ready, it was about half past eight in the evening.

I carried a small bag containing incense, candles, paper money, and left Manfutang.

Before leaving, Master was filling his pipe with tobacco.

Just let me save the round-trip ticket so that I can ask him for reimbursement.

The middle-aged lady's surname is Zhang, and her home is not far from Wanfutang, which is only a 30-minute drive.

But it's not easy to get a car on our side.

By the time I arrived at Ms. Zhang's community, it was already past 9:40 p.m.

It's an old community, and there is not even a security guard at the gate.

The neighborhood is largely unmanaged, and the aisles are full of private cars.

I compared the address several times before I found the unit where Ms. Zhang worked.

Her family lives on the fifth floor and there is no elevator.

The hallway is dimly lit, and small advertisements for unlocking and unclogging drains are posted everywhere.

When I came to the fifth floor, I found Ms. Zhang's home.

Straighten up his collar and knock on the door.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Who!"

Ms. Zhang's voice rang out in the room.

"Wanfutang Xiao Qin!"

I replied outside the house.

Ms. Zhang heard my voice and quickly opened the door.

"Master Xiao Qin, please come in!"

Ms. Zhang warmly invited me into the house.

I nodded and walked inside.

The house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room, and the decoration is not good.

But the house was clean and tidy and spotlessly clean.

The little boy I saw during the day was sitting on the couch watching TV in his pajamas.

"Hello kids!"

I said hello.

The child recognized his life and looked a little nervous when he saw me coming.

But the face is obviously better than during the day.

"Erbao, call uncle.

Master Xiao Qin, sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water. ”

Ms. Zhang greeted me warmly.

"Thank you, Sister Zhang. My master said that the food and drinks are all ready, right? ”

I looked left and right around the room and asked.

"I'm ready, I'll bring it out."

Ms. Zhang poured me a glass of water in a paper cup and handed it to me.

Then I went to the kitchen and brought out the drinks and dishes I had prepared before.

Four dishes and one soup, braised pork, white chopped chicken, stir-fried vegetables, cured pork ribs, vermicelli soup.

It's a very ordinary home-cooked meal, but it is Ms. Zhang's husband's favorite dish.

Seeing that everything was ready, and the time was almost ten o'clock, I said to Ms. Zhang:

"Sister Zhang, after ten o'clock, you can take the child back to the house and go to sleep!

When the time comes, don't come out if you hear anything.

Also, do you have a portrait of your husband at home? I'll need it tonight. ”

"Oh, some of them are in the back room. I'll get it for you! ”

After speaking, Sister Zhang hurriedly entered the house and took out the photo of her husband's posthumous portrait.

"Master Xiao Qin, this is my husband's portrait!"

Between the words, Ms. Zhang's face was somewhat melancholy, and one hand kept wiping on the posthumous image.

Apparently she has a very good relationship with her husband.

misses her dead husband very much.

I stretched out my hands to take it, with the utmost respect for the deceased.

However, at the moment when I took the posthumous photo of Ms. Zhang's husband with both hands.

My face changed suddenly, revealing a look of surprise, and I was stunned.

I looked at the portrait and couldn't believe it.

Because I found that the appearance of the portrait was exactly the same as the driver of the dead car who called me to get on the car outside the Nanshan Cemetery the night before.

"This, this, is it your husband?"

My eyes widened with a hint of surprise.

Seeing that I was a little surprised, Ms. Zhang was puzzled:

"Yes! What's wrong? ”

I swallowed, put away my surprise and said:

"Sister Zhang, is your husband driving a van to solicit customers?"

"Yes. How do you know? ”

Ms. Zhang was surprised.

Because from beginning to end, she only mentioned her husband's accidental car accident and did not say anything about her husband's occupation.

I smiled wryly:

"Sister Zhang, I won't tell you.

I saw your husband the day before yesterday, and I was in his car. ”

"Huh? You, you, you've been in his car?

But my husband has been dead for half a month. ”

Ms. Zhang was stunned.

I nodded and put me outside the Nanshan Cemetery the day before yesterday.

The experience of sitting in her husband's car told her.

When Ms. Zhang learned about it, she collapsed on the spot.

Holding her husband's last photo, she cried loudly.

She didn't expect the money sent back by her husband.

It turned out to be his husband's ghost, who earned money from sports cars outside.

He died without rest.

Now, he is still making money by sports cars outside and picking up customers and pulling business.

And I also feel that this world is really small.

At that time, I happened to encounter a dead car, so I was able to rush to Longgang Mountain before ten o'clock to avoid being asked for my life by the female ghost.

Master Undercar, in fact, helped me in disguise.

Now I came to his house......