I don't know about other people's paper shops, but Chen's paper shops are really open 24 hours a day.

Originally, the workers on the day shift didn't know when they didn't do it, and now Zhang Shiyi was left to rotate alone.

This is Zhang Shiyi, a practitioner, who ran away with a bucket in one day after changing to an ordinary person.

In fact, the advantage of running a paper shop is that you can sleep if you want, as long as you don't close the door, and no one steals anything here anyway.

Besides, what's the use of stealing this thing, you can't exchange it for money, burn it and save it for yourself?

However, today is the first day of Zhang Shiyi's paper shop, and he feels curious, and when the evening is approaching midnight, he is still in good spirits.

Nothing particularly important, no one will come to the paper shop at night, and of course it is not necessarily a person.

Uncle Chen said that you can be lazy during the day, but don't be lazy at night, otherwise you will anger those customers who have finally come once.

"This interest deduction package, so rich, I can't even afford to buy a TV, and I still listen to semiconductors, I should have moved my computer if I knew it."

After a day of video, the phone has no power, so I can only turn on the quaint semiconductor radio, trying to find music to relieve my boredom.

Although Paper Tych Chen told him that he couldn't be lazy at night, he didn't tell him about the taboo of this paper tie shop at night.

It's no wonder that people didn't say it, he is also Zhang Changliu's apprentice, a serious Taoist priest, he doesn't even understand this taboo, right?

As a result, Zhang Shiyi really didn't understand at all.

The card bar twisted on the semiconductor radio.

"What a, there's no signal here~"

There was a sound of zila and wah from inside the semiconductor, but it couldn't be received, and Zhang Shiyi, who was angry, twisted around.

As a result, just as he was about to give up, suddenly the sound of singing came from inside.

"There it is, haha~ I'm really good~"

There was a babbling sound of singing inside, although Zhang Shiyi couldn't understand it, but he also shook his head.

The quintessence of the country is the quintessence of the country, if you don't understand the meaning, you can listen to the taste.

But what he didn't know was that when there was a sound in the semiconductor, time was also the beginning of sub-hours!

One of the taboos of paper tie shops: never listen to the radio at night.

It is said that the frequency band of radio listening is easily fused with the ghost's soul fluctuations, especially after sub-hour.

You don't know if it's a human or a ghost singing on the radio at the moment.

When the time comes, the ghost door opens!

"Oops, it's pretty cold at night."

A yin wind blew, Zhang Shiyi shrank his neck from the cold, and quickly turned around and closed the door.

As a result, when he came back from closing the door, he found that at some point, an old man was slumped on a recliner and staggering and singing.

The sound was exactly the same as on the radio.

"Old man, when did you come in, if you need something, I'll get it for you."

On this big night, an old man in a Tang costume suddenly appeared in the room, even if he was not scared to pee, he would have to be nervous, but Zhang Shiyi didn't take it seriously at all.

He has been following Zhang Changliu since he was eight years old, and there are ten dead ghost brothers at home, so he doesn't think ghosts are anything to be afraid of at all.

"The young man is a little interesting, aren't you afraid of me?"

The old man slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Shiyi with a smile, his voice was a little gloomy, and at the same time, the voice on the radio stopped abruptly.

This is nothing, the most terrifying thing is that this old man's body did not move at all, but his head was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Damn, you're a dead ghost!"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Shiyi understood that this old man was not a human at all.

"Haha, young man, the ghost is the ghost, can you not add a dead word, it sounds weird and awkward."

The old man grinned and showed a smile, but this wrinkled smile was really not good-looking, and it was a little crazy.

"Okay, old man, are you here to order something?"

The old man, who originally wanted to scare this young man, was surprised to see that the other party did not react at all.

"Young man, are you really not afraid of ghosts?"

As soon as these words came out, the old man's head was completely detached from his body and floated directly in front of Zhang Shiyi.

"What are ghosts afraid of, aren't they all people~ Old man, let your head go, do you want to offer incense or paper money?"

Zhang Shiyi walked past the ghost head like this, without the slightest hint of fear.

"But, but, shouldn't everyone be afraid of ghosts?"

Now it was the old man's turn to get confused, and he stood up, and reached out and scratched his non-existent head, which was as ridiculous as a monkey in the park.

"Haha, old man, you said that people are afraid of ghosts, so don't people become ghosts after death, and everyone will be ghosts by then, who should be afraid of whom?

Come, old man, try this first. ”

Zhang Shiyi said as he lit an offering incense, and the diffuse cigarette quickly attracted the attention of the old ghost.

This ghost head just floated in the air, holding his nose and sucking greedily on the smoke, his face full of enjoyment.

"Well, it tastes good, how many are you here?"

Zhang Shiyi is really business-minded, and he knows how to taste before buying.

As a result, after this sentence was finished, an embarrassed expression appeared on the old man's face.

After squirming for a long time, a sentence popped up.

"I don't have any money."

That's right~

It was also this sentence that reminded Zhang Shiyi that he forgot to ask the paper Zha Chen, during the day, people come to buy things, and the money given is naturally the money in the yang world, but at night, what should these ghosts use to pay the bill?

Paper money?

But I'm selling paper money here, so I can't burn it for the ghost and then take it back, so what's the point!

Looking at Zhang Shiyi, who hadn't replied for a long time, the old ghost himself felt embarrassed, pressed his head on his body, and prepared to leave.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing, I'm pretty bored by myself, or you can stay with me."

Zhang Shiyi stopped the old ghost who wanted to leave, and lit three more incense sticks.

"Young man, what do you mean, old man, I really don't have any money for you~"

This action is incomprehensible to the old ghost.

He himself is a lonely old man, with no children and no daughters, but fortunately he has a job and a pension for him to live in a nursing home after retirement.

But after his death there was no one to worship him.

It was not his turn to be reincarnated, and he could only wander in the two worlds of yin and yang, becoming a lonely ghost.

He is a ticket holder himself, and he happened to be attracted by the radio waves of semiconductors, so he floated in to have a dry addiction to singing, and also came in to scare and scare the boss here.

As for why ghosts like to scare people, I guess even the ghosts themselves don't know, maybe it's a bad taste~

As a result, people were not afraid of him at all, and they lit incense to entertain him, which directly made him a little guilty.