It was 12 p.m., there were no customers in the store, so I was playing with my phone at the cash register.

There was no welcome electronic sound, and when I sensed someone and looked up, I saw an old man wearing a shroud with a cold body standing in front of me.

I've seen this old man, who lives on the fourth floor across from me, and often watches him walk up and down the stairs step by step.

The last time I saw him was yesterday, there was a serious black and white photo of the old man in the rattan chair placed on the table of the eight immortals, the sound of mourning echoed, the old man's children ushered in, and only one old man who was in charge of the lantern was invited to accompany the ice coffin with electricity plugged in.

That's pretty much how the world goes.

It's not that the children are indifferent, but they have already felt this day, and they are not so sad and sad.

Only a sudden parting will evoke the grief like a landslide.

I put down my phone: "Hu Lao, do you have something?" ”

"You're not afraid?"

"I haven't done anything wrong, I'm not afraid."

Hu Lao's gray eyes looked at me for a long time, nodded, and stretched out his hand to me.

The temperature in the convenience store was higher than outside, and water began to bead on the old man's body. His movements were stiff and slow as the corpse was frozen.

It took half a minute before he reached out in front of me.

In his hand, he held a wet hundred-dollar bill: "Give me a pack of cigarettes." ”

"Smoke?" I didn't hide my surprise.

Being able to manipulate his own corpse shows that Hu Lao's obsession is extremely heavy, and such a heavy obsession is just to come to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes, which is really beyond my imagination.

Hu Lao pulled out a smile, and the corners of his frozen mouth were directly cracked.

"I don't have any hobbies, I like to smoke, but when I was alive, my children were worried that my body wouldn't buy it, so I finally died, and I forgot about it."

I laughed dumbly, but I thought the old man had something interesting: "What kind of cigarette do you want?" ”

"20's."

I took out my cigarette and was about to look for money, when Hu Lao waved his hand stiffly: "Please help me light it and throw it in the brazier." One pack a day is enough, and I'll bury it in five days, just enough. ”

"Okay."

"Thank you."

Hu Lao left slowly.

I walked over to the glass door and looked at him.

There was no one keeping vigil, only the ice coffin standing alone, revealing a sense of coldness and loneliness.

I followed Mr. Hu out of the convenience store and into a makeshift shed.

Hu Lao took the incense on one side to light up his ever-bright lamp, lay back to the ice coffin with difficulty, and thanked politely again: "It's troublesome." ”

"No trouble."

It's the first time I've seen a ghost with such a good mentality, and I feel a little incredible.

Burn some paper in the extinguished brazier and throw the cigarettes that Hu Lao had just bought into it.

The fire grew bigger, and the flickering firelight finally gave the surroundings a sense of warmth.

A small amount of rising smoke drifted down the open ice coffin, and the old man made an intoxicated sound.

I didn't bother, and covered the ice coffin to go back to the convenience store.

At the moment when the lid of the coffin was closed, Hu Lao's voice came out of the ice coffin: "Young man, resign, don't work there at night?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and stopped a little strangely: "Why?" ”

"There's something there that doesn't belong in the store, and if you stay for a long time, something will happen."

"What's that?"

"Wraith!"

"Wraiths?"

I'm really surprised.

Resentful spirits are a type of ghosts, and unlike ghosts, the obsession of resentful spirits is affected by resentment and has been blurred. They are not even able to act autonomously and can only cling to objects.

Different from the ghosts' casual killing, the only obsession of the resentful spirit allows it to vent its entire resentment on the person or thing related to the obsession, and for a specific person, the threat is far greater than that of the evil spirit.

It's just that I can't figure out why the resentment of the wraiths appears in convenience stores.

After thinking about it, I grabbed a handful of paper money on the ground and hurriedly returned to the convenience store: "Old Hu, use it." ”

"I bought cigarettes and gave money, you can't rob me of my money, hey, hey, you have to cover the lid well. This kid. ”

I didn't stop and ran to the convenience store.

Spirits can be attached to anything, and there are so many things in convenience stores that it's definitely a huge undertaking to find them one by one, but I have an easier way.

Lighting the paper money, I blew hard at the last moment when it burned out.

The paper money that turned into black and gray spread in all directions, centered on the place where I was blowing.

I stood up and looked at the paper ash that was supposed to be round, but a piece was missing from the shelf in the corner, as if something invisible was blocking the drift of the paper ash.

Evil spirits are not worshipped, and all evil spirits used by the dead will naturally be repelled, which is also the best way to find evil spirits.

Of course, ordinary people can't use it like this, and paper money will attract lonely ghosts. Blow the paper ash with yang energy, and the paper ash will carry your breath, which is equivalent to setting up a striking road sign for those lonely souls and wild ghosts, which also reads: Come to me.

I came to the shelf facing the gap and quickly found something out of the ordinary.

On the shelves, which are full of various marinated products, there is a bag of potato chips.

It's a package I've never seen before, the brand name is a string of meaningless symbols, no formula, no production date, but it makes people feel the urge to buy.

I couldn't figure out why the wraith was attached to a packet of potato chips and turned them into the same shape.

Could it be that this evil spirit ate potato chips and ate it to death?

I picked up the chips and threw them straight into the trash can outside.

"You can't blame me, I'm just doing my job, cleaning up the three nos, count it as work."

Throwing down the chips, I ignored them and cleaned up the paper ashes on the floor.

Just after cleaning, a young man who was in a state of mind walked in with a welcome call.

"Boss, let's have some oden."

"Oh, good."

I answered and went to receive it.

I know this young man, who has been staying in an Internet café not far away for many years, and when he is on duty during the day, he can always be seen walking out of the Internet café with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

After eating oden and buying cigarettes, the young man walked towards the Internet café again.

I took the time to take a look at the shelves, and there were no potato chips on the shelves, which was fine.

By around 5 a.m., when the garbage truck arrives to pick up the garbage, the packet of chips is disposed of and buried forever in the garbage pit.

Nothing happened again.

After dawn, the store manager came to take over.

I handed over my job and opened the door of the convenience store to go home.

As soon as I walked not far away, I saw the young man who bought oden last night pulling a girl and begging for something.

His bloodshot eyes kept looking around, as if he was afraid of something.

Doing bad things?

This thought flashed through my mind subconsciously, but when I saw the girl nodding helplessly and taking the potato chips handed over by the young man, I suddenly struck like lightning, and subconsciously shouted: "Don't eat it." ”