Flavored candle shop

Wu Chen's emotions surged all the way, who would have thought that he, a standard dandy rich second generation who is good at racing and racing, would get motion sickness after death!

Getting out of the car with limp feet, Wu Chen was finally relieved by the constant cold wind at the entrance of the cemetery.As soon as the soul body recovered, the chatterbox attribute also went online in minutes.

"I've been living here for almost a month. This Changqing Mausoleum is actually a well-packaged advertisement. It's all bubbles in the cemetery! False prosperity..."

"Master Pei, don't fall for the tricks of unscrupulous real estate developers!"

Hongyao set up a pergola and looked in through the gate. Changqing is indeed the best cemetery here. It directly surrounds the entire hilltop. Black tombstones are looming among the green Berlin, and the green shrubs are just right to separate each small space. The stone path is clean and tidy, with flowers blooming on both sides... This environment is three points more beautiful and clean than the park.

In order to sell scented wax face to face with customers, Hongyao, who has almost traveled all over the city's major cemeteries, said a fair word: "Changqing Mausoleum is very good, with good wind, good water, and good environment."

... just that the price is not very good, but that's not its fault.

Wu Chen pursed his lips, and couldn't agree more: "What's the use of a good environment, the human environment is too bad! The atmosphere of ghosts and ghosts has seriously affected the daily life of ghosts in the cemetery residents!"

Fang Chong, who was mentally prepared to see the ghost all the way, felt that the cemetery could not be blamed for this matter: "The cemetery didn't know that you really had...ghost births."

Wu Chen froze, it really happened.Before he died, he would never have imagined that he would be able to party after being a ghost!

To be a man, you need to shoot accurately, and to be a ghost, you need to be precise!

Wu Chen silently corrected his mentality and cast aside his prejudices: "It's because I wanted to go wrong...Then let's go to Kangkang?"

Hong Yao's eyes turned and she tilted her head to look at Pei Ci, she raised her eyebrows and smiled before saying anything: "Master Pei..."

I go!Boss Hong, you are too good at it!Who can bear this! !

Fang Chong's heart skipped a beat, and he fixed his gaze on his boss vigilantly.The bodyguard, who seemed to have no emotion on the surface, actually had a heart-piercing drama in his heart.

boss!You must be steady!Life matters! ! !

Pei Ci lived up to Fang Chong's expectations. Facing such a beautiful woman who was so lively and fragrant that one could ignore her gender, his face didn't even change, he was still as pale as porcelain.

"Well, let's go."

In addition to being relieved, Fang Chong felt a little bit worried again. The boss is so immobile, it can't be...cough cough cough!

……

Never expecting to easily enter the cemetery just by swiping his face, Hong Yao silently raised Pei Ci's VIP status by another level.

Facing Shang Hongyao's probing eyes, Pei Ci explained, "Changqing Mausoleum is the property of a relative of my family. I have been here several times before."

Got it, family business!Hong Yao asked casually, "So it was planned to be buried here?"

This question was asked endlessly, and Wu Chen, who didn't know the cause, was filled with question marks.

Pei Ci understood the meaning of the red medicine, he shook his head and said, "The Pei family has another private house."

"Oh, that's pretty good." Hong Yao naturally adjusted Pei Ci's VIP to the highest level, then turned to look at Wu Chen, "What about the autonomous team you're talking about?"

Wu Chen also looked around strangely: "Usually they are either standing guard at the door or patrolling around. How come there are no ghosts?"

Fang Chong, who was already mentally prepared to see ghosts in the garden, raised his eyes and looked at the clear sky, except for the shadows of trees and the fragrance of flowers, he was actually a little disappointed: "Could it be because..."

Fang Chong raised his finger and pointed to the big sun in the sky.

According to folklore, ghosts are afraid of the sun.

Wu Chen shook his head: "Although we ghosts don't like basking in the sun, most of us sleep in the tomb on sunny days, but the sun's damage to us is limited. Even a weak ghost like me can run around in broad daylight. Autonomous team How could those ghosts be afraid of the sun."

Pei Ci: "Don't they have a fixed office?"

Wu Chen's eyes were indescribable: "...Ghosts don't care about this."

If there was an office, he went directly to complain.

Pei Ci: "..." Well, it's because his mind is still stuck on the efficient channel for doing things in the world, and he forgot that the situation in all walks of life is different.

"Then why are we waiting here? Or are we looking for each grave one by one?" Fang Chong glanced at Pei Ci with a worried look on his face.

The sun is so bright, and Changqing Cemetery occupies a lot of land. Wu Chen doesn't dare to let his current food and clothing supplier and Mr. Pei spend time in the cemetery because of his trivial matter: "I'm a new resident, and I have many things to do. I haven't figured it out yet, the old resident must know a lot, wait for me to ask!"

After that, he drifted to Berlin.

The three of Hong Yao also followed into Berlin, and after going up countless steps amidst the mottled green shadows, Wu Chen finally stopped in front of a grave halfway up the mountain.

"Teacher Yang! Are you home?" Wu Chen bluntly knocked on the tombstone.

"Don't knock it! Don't knock it! What are you fooling around outside without sleeping in the daytime!" Hearing his voice, he heard the voice of an irritable old man floating from the tomb, interrupting Wu Chen's speech haunting behavior.

"I'm a ghost, what else can I do if I don't fool around..." Wu Chen muttered a few words in a low voice, then immediately raised a big smile, and approached the tombstone very well-behaved, "Mr. Yang, I'm here today to ask you something .”

"If you have something to say, you have to fart! Hurry up!"

Wu Chen lowered his voice: "That's the one... Do you know where the graves of those ghosts from the autonomous team are?"

If I had known that he was usually free, I would have taken a good look at the cemetery. Alas, not grasping the basic information of the permanent residence in time will really affect the happiness of life!

"Why are you asking this?" The irritable old man's voice became even more irritable, "I told you a long time ago! Don't mess with them! Don't mess with them! You're still rushing to find them? You've got so much money that you think you're a ghost Long life?"

Wu Chen was very aggrieved: "They took away the scented wax I just bought! Let me prove that I bought it legally! In the end I proved that it was opened, and they ran away!"

"They absolutely want to steal my scented wax! I can't let them do it!"

The old man sighed, and said: "Swallow it, just swallow it, as long as you are okay... This matter will end here, and you don't even think about coming back, that's asking for trouble."

"Why! I bought it with real money! I wasted my energy to bring it back! Why should I take advantage of them!" Wu Chen collapsed in front of the tombstone, and said helplessly, "I don't care! You today If you don't tell me where to find them, I will... I will never ask you to give up milk tea again!"

"If I tell you, don't talk about milk tea, your life will be ruined!"

Wu Chen: "My little life is already on the line!"

Old man ghost: "..."

Wu Chen: "Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry to give away the head. Boss Hong is with me. Didn't you say that the one who can make such incense candles is absolutely extraordinary? Boss Hong is amazing. With him beside me My life is absolutely unavoidable!"

The old man ghost still didn't speak, but the yin energy on the tombstone was not as strong as before.

Wu Chen hit the iron while it was hot: "That's ten boxes of milk tea wax! Three boxes of barbecue incense! It's enough for us to smoke for several months!"

"I originally planned to hold a 'Wu Chen's new grave to live in a milk tea party', so that everyone can eat, drink and have fun, but now—"

"What are you still moaning about here? Hurry up!" Before Wu Chen finished speaking, a white-haired old man floated out of the tomb with a walking stick, the eagerness on his face was three times more sincere than Wu Chen's. Point, "If you move more slowly, those starving ghosts will even chew off the sticks of incense wax for you!"

Wu Chen bounced up from the ground with a smile, and wrapped his arms around the old man's shoulders: "Let me introduce you, this is our incense candle milk tea parents—Boss Hongyaohong! This is old man Yang Haiyang, who He is an old professor who teaches and educates people! The family is happy and the sons and daughters are striving for success. I have been waiting for my wife to come down to reunite, so that we can reincarnate together~”

Old man Yang gave Wu Chen a kidnapping viciously, and in the blink of an eye, he showed a kind and kind smile to Hong Yao: "Hello, hello, I've heard of you for a long time!"

The parents of incense candle milk tea, Hong Yao twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled forcedly: "Hello."

Wu Chen: "This is Pei Ci, I'm the one who vomited to you... Cough, the genius elite of the same generation I mentioned, the one who has been crushing me since I was a child."

Pei Ci bowed slightly: "Professor Yang, I have the honor to read "A Brief History of the Jing Dynasty" and "Ask for Beijing" edited by you. Some of the viewpoints on Jingmo are very novel and have answered many of my doubts... very much Nice to meet you."

As soon as Old Man Yang's eyes turned to Pei Ci, his smile became more and more kind: "Okay! Sure enough, as Wu Chen said, he is a very good young man..."

I'm obviously just complaining about him, okay?really!There is no elder in this world who doesn't like Pei Ci!Live or die!

Seeing old man Yang with a smile on his face, he wished he could hold his arms with Pei Ci to discuss academic ideals, completely forgetting what milk tea wax was like, Wu Chen felt a long-lost familiar pain in his head, and quickly interrupted: "Okay! Don't exaggerate, it's important! After getting the incense candle back, isn't it fragrant while drinking milk tea?"

"Yes, yes, yes! The important thing is the important thing!" Old man Yang slapped his head and flew up the mountain in a hurry, "Ghosts are so powerful! I'll go and call your godfathers and grandmas! You go to the north wall of the cemetery and wait! You must be honest and don't act rashly!"

Wu Chen: "Grandma Li just died a few days ago, so don't call her Ang!"

"I know! I want you to say..."

After watching the ghost of old man Yang who had taken the shortcut disappear into the greenery, Wu Chen took the three people who could only walk the stone path honestly to the north of the cemetery.

Hong Yao glanced at Pei Ci, and asked him softly, "Do you like to study the history of the Jing Dynasty?"

"Hmm." Pei Ci turned his head to look at Hong Yao's soft and smooth side face, and said, "You also have research?"

Hong Yao shook her head, but said nothing.

He just suddenly remembered that the ancient tomb where he lived for a thousand years seemed to be the mausoleum of the last emperor of the Jing Dynasty...