When the fitness man Song Shan heard me say this, the whole person panicked:

"Dao, Dao Chief, I have explained everything I should and should explain, I, I will go back with you to do it, what are you doing?"

Huang Mao saw this guy chattering, and kicked again:

"Let you go with us, it's not your life, there are a lot of beeps. Why didn't you grind when you hurt people?

If you don't want to die, just be obedient, or I'll smoke your soul now. ”

When Song Shan heard this, his whole face turned white:

"Good, good. I'll go with you, I'll go with you. ”

Huang Mao saw that this guy was honest, scolded him, and took the Qiankun bag.

Then he took the dying and very weak Mrs. Zhou back into the Qiankun bag.

Then I took out the charm and pressed it down.

Ensure that this old ghost cannot escape.

I took out the slips, and the money was pulled directly to the maximum.

Wrote a three-million.

Then handed it to the client Zhou Xing:

"Mr. Zhou, I won't say much about how tricky your matter is.

Now Mrs. Zhou has been calmed down.

We'll take her next, and you're safe.

Fees, you settle them. ”

There is no shortage of three million in a family like Zhou Xing.

At this time, he picked up a life and nodded again and again:

"Okay, okay!"

After that, he began to sign.

"Daochang Li, the fees, expenses will arrive tomorrow."

The name was signed and the handprint was pressed.

We have his birthday, and we have pulled out two strands of hair and sandwiched them in the document bag, and we are not afraid that he will repay the debt.

A supplementary sheet was given to him:

"Okay, you can pay at the right time.

By the way, you remember what I told you earlier.

I want the rest of my life, or the next life.

Do what you have to do.

If you wait until Hades comes to collect you, you will have to suffer......"

"I—I understand, I understand."

Zhou Xing took the slip and nodded again and again.

Because we're just ghost hunters, we can't get involved in the human life lawsuit.

When the matter is done, it is to deal with the Yunmeng Demon Dao that plagued our Nangang City.

It was also late in the day, and we had no intention of staying.

So he took this Song Shan and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Zhou Xing said that he would send us.

But we refused, saying that it was not necessary.

Let him do what he should do.

Gou Tiantian sat on the sofa and cried all the time.

I don't have a good impression of this kind of cheap woman.

Don't bother to bother with it.

Only Song Shan is constantly begging for mercy.

Let him go, and say that he will never deal with that evil way again.

He also said that he only learned from others that there was such a Taoist.

said that he saw things very accurately, so he went to ask for something, and kept pushing the responsibility on Gou Tiantian......

But Huang Mao and I didn't bird him at all, just told him to be quiet.

Afterwards, we left the villa with Song Shan.

I called an online taxi outside, and then went back to the funeral home.

In the car, Song Shan was sandwiched between me and Huang Mao, with a bitter gourd face.

When I arrived at the museum, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

I didn't see the blind man go to work tonight.

We took Song Shan and went directly back to the cremation hall, preparing to let this kid stay in this house for one night.

After a day of tossing, the matter of the client Zhou Xing was solved.

We've accomplished our mission.

Later, it involves the demon road, and Uncle Liu and others have to deal with and decide.

Therefore, before I got into the car, I sent a message to Uncle Liu.

Briefly about a situation.

When he arrived at the cremation hall, Uncle Liu replied to the message.

It's very simple, a few words; Look at the people, I'll come over early tomorrow.

After watching the short message, I put down my phone.

I opened a utility room, and there were wreaths and white paper figures in it.

They are all used to burn the dead, and they have a strong smell of incense, candles, and paper money.

I pushed Song Shan in, and Song Shan was a little scared:

"Dao, Dao Chief, what are you doing?"

"You stay here for one night tonight, and tomorrow our leader comes, and you come out again."

I replied.

"Huh? This, here! I, I'm afraid! ”

Rolled his eyes:

"You're afraid of a hair, you dare to use spells, are you afraid of these paper people?"

After that, I threw half a bottle of unfinished mineral water to him:

"That's it, we're here tomorrow morning."

After saying that, I closed the door and locked it with an iron chain.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief......

"Bang ......"

Song Shan shouted in the house and knocked on the door.

Huang Mao and I ignored him, turned around and walked towards the morgue.

If it weren't for this kid messing around, the eldest and third sister of the Zhou family might still be alive.

didn't lock him up in the morgue, which was considered preferential treatment for him.

When we arrived at the morgue, we hung the Qiankun bag containing Mrs. Zhou's ghost inside.

Then, burn incense for the grandfather.

In this way, I returned to the dormitory to rest.

At this point, I feel too tired to do anything.

After taking a bath, I found several blood marks on my body, bandaged myself, and applied the ointment of the dumb mother-in-law, which made me feel a lot more comfortable.

It took twenty minutes before he fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already the next day's work time.

Still a little drowsy, but still dragged his tired body, took the slip and went to the office hall first.

Zhuangsha hasn't come to work yet.

I handed in the slip and went straight to the office.

When I arrived at the door of the office, I found that Uncle Liu had come, and Song Shan, who was locked in the utility room, was also released and was now squatting in the room.

I was trembling and didn't dare to raise my head.

The sixth uncle is like an uncle, with Erlang's legs crossed, and he is smoking.

"Uncle Liu is early!"

"It's coming!"

"Uncle Liu, did you release this kid?"

Song Shan, who was squatting in the corner, glanced at me, looking aggrieved.

With bruises on his face, it seems that he was beaten up by Uncle Liu.

"Well, I already know that.

This time, you and Huang Mao did a good job, and the curator also recognized it.

And count this task as your regular assessment. ”

As soon as these words came out, my face instantly showed a look of surprise:

"Really? Great, so that we have one more mission left and we can turn regular. ”

I opened my mouth excitedly.

Once it turns positive, there are too many positive things.

Uncle Liu smiled:

"Of course it's true, do it well. The museum won't treat you badly. ”

I calmed down.

Then he said:

"Uncle Liu, did you see that old ghost, she was locked in the morgue by me, and she also has a soul-controlling talisman on her."

"Oh? I haven't been to the morgue yet, so take me to see it. ”

Uncle Liu's eyes lit up and he answered.

At this time, Huang Mao also came in from outside.

But I haven't figured out what the situation is yet.

Uncle Liu said to Huang Mao:

"It's just in time, you keep an eye on this kid. Xiao Xu and I went to the morgue. ”

"Oh, oh, good Uncle Liu!"

Huang Mao was a little confused.

I said to Huang Mao:

"Xiaolong, the curator calculated our task last night as a regular assessment, and we can turn it into a regular assessment if we have only one task left now."

"Huh? Damn, that's great! ”

Huang Mao was surprised.

I have already taken Uncle Liu to the morgue.

Only Huang Mao was left in the office, dancing with his hands, and scolding at the fitness man Song Shan:

"Squat well, what to see ......"