"These are not things you should know, drink the medicine first." Song Ding took the lead in looking away and put the medicine in his hand beside my bed.

Seeing the figure of Song Ding leaving, I suddenly lost my momentum.

What does it have to do with me? I'm just an apprentice who wants to make ends meet.

This dinner was very silent, I didn't talk to Song Ding, I just ate it violently.

Just as I was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Song Ding suddenly held me down.

"The ghost has dissipated, and the couple have been sent back by me, as for the rest of the matter, let them solve it themselves."

"Huh?" I froze where I was.

Song Ding didn't explain much, but snatched the bowl in my hand and walked to the kitchen.

"I'm afraid I'm afraid I'll have to break it up when I look at that couple, will they come to the door in the future, and don't there be children in the belly of that four-eared and four-eyed person? Where did the child go? "I ran to Song Ding's side and asked many questions in one breath.

"Yu Xian." Song Ding stopped what he was doing, "I only care about the dead, I can't care about the living, there are many disputes in this world, it's enough for us to be good to ourselves." ”

Hearing Song Ding's words, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Indeed, if I can't even take care of myself, how can I take care of other people's affairs?

Thinking of this, I touched the sore on my face, I don't know if it was my illusion, the sore surface of the sore seemed to be smooth and flat.

"Also, you must drink all the medicine I boiled for you." Song Ding added.

Only then did I think of the black medicine that Song Ding put next to my bed, and I felt a little sick to my stomach.

"Well, can I not drink it......"

"If you want to make your face better, you have to drink."

"But ......"

I still wanted to quibble, but when I saw Song Ding's frosty face, I still stopped my mouth at the right time.

After drinking the medicine at night, I lay on the bed tossing and turning, and my mind was full of ghosts.

Can't sleep at all.

"Song Ding, are you there?"

I knocked on Song Ding's room door in my pajamas.

It's quiet inside, is he already asleep?

I looked down at my phone.

Ten o'clock, it's really time to go to bed.

"Song Ding?" I knocked on the door again, but there was no answer.

At this moment, the sound of walking was heard not far away.

It's light, but I hear it clearly.

I dodged back into the house, hiding behind the door and eavesdropping.

The man stopped at my door, gave me a soft "huh", and then closed the door for me.

It's Song Ding!

No wonder no one answered just knocking on the door, what was he doing when he went out so late?

I remembered what I saw the other night, and it was creepy.

This cheap master has a lot of secrets hidden in him, but I don't know anything.

After a few days of peace, the funeral home was filled again.

This time it was a blind old lady who looked like she was over ninety years old, dressed very plainly.

"This lady, we can't help you." I couldn't laugh or cry.

Because the old lady's need was to have her cremated.

But how can a living person ask to be cremated?

"Girl, you can be regarded as doing a good deed, I really don't think much about this world at my age."

"I'm sorry, but your request is for us to kill, and we don't do such things." I said politely, trying to make my expression look kind.