Raising ghosts is risky

Cang Bo quickly caught up with Song Youxuan who had not gone far, and took his umbrella graciously: "Master Song, I will help you open the umbrella."

"I'll just come by myself." Song Youxuan smiled gently, "It's all out, so there's no need to pretend anymore."

Cang Bo was still respectful: "Master Song, you are a real master, not pretending! I heard Brother Zhan say that his safety buckle was given by you, it is a treasure, you just gave it away, tsk tsk... And the jade carvings in your store are all top quality!"

Song Youxuan showed a little tenderness on his face without seeing the years: "I heard Xing Zhan said that you want to become a celestial master?"

Cang Bo scratched his head embarrassingly: "Yes, but I'm still far from a real celestial master."

"how old are you?"

"22 is old."

"You are so young." Song Youxuan's eyes flickered slightly, "You want to be a master, what do your family think, do your parents support you?"

"My parents died of illness when I was very young, and there is only one in the family...well, the eldest brother...he... well, there is nothing much to say."

The afternoon sun was scorching hot, Song Youxuan's umbrella blocked most of the light, but there was still a faint scattered light falling on his face, Qingyi's face was as crystal clear as jade.

"Big brother... ah..." Song Youxuan looked into the distance and sighed like a raving.

At midnight, Shuiyue family closed their doors and closed their business.

A round of bright moon hangs in the sky, and the sleeping market is indistinctly hidden in the moonlight.

Xing Zhan and Gong Mu sat in the corner booth on the second floor. There was only one dimly lit lamp in the quiet and dark teahouse, illuminating a corner.

At first glance, the lamp looks like a windproof candlestick, but it is actually an antique handicraft lamp. It was collected by Xing Zhan when he was wandering in the market, and it is quite charming in the antique tea house.

He turned the brightness of the lamp to the lowest level and pressed his temple: "How long will it take?"

"Soon." Gong Mu sat beside him, his baby's chubby face looked like a full autumn moon under the light yellow light.

Xing Zhan glanced at the full moon outside the window: "It's a beautiful moon, I actually enjoy the moon with a child like you, alas, sad!"

Gong Mu glanced coldly, and after the gorgeous Huaguang passed, he transformed into Gong Mu with long hair and scarlet robes.

"Who child are you talking about?"

The light outlines his delicate facial curves, black jade-like pupils are radiant, and the nine-petal lotus between his brows complements his bright red thin lips. Gong Mu's appearance has a kind of shocking beauty, even aggressive, glamorous Like a demon, people dare not look directly at it easily.

Xing Zhan leaned back subconsciously: "You transform yourself just because you disagree, aren't you afraid of wasting your spiritual power?"

"It doesn't matter, the boy's appearance looks good, but he's still a bit weak after all." Gong Mu turned sideways, casting a flirtatious silhouette on the wall, and the crimson robe slid like flowing water, dyeing the lights red.

"You ghosts also judge people by appearance?" Xing Zhan teased.

"If it wasn't for you..." Gong Mu held back the words again, and cast a slanted glance as if annoyed, the light flashed in his eyes.

Xing Zhan smiled wantonly, and Gong Mu's figure was reflected in his eyes.

Gong Mu suddenly turned his eyes to the darkness: "They are here."

Xing Zhan followed his line of sight, a vague figure wobbled, finally broke free and approached them.

When Xing Zhan saw their appearance clearly, he raised his eyebrows, then shook his head with a wry smile.

The visitor had a pale complexion and a stern description. He was dressed in black, with a black belt around his waist, chains and shackles wrapped around his arms, and a high hat on his head. He wrote "The World is Peaceful".

This is not too weird, sitting on his left shoulder is a child who looks no more than four or five years old. Although his face is also pale, he is smiling very cutely.He was wearing a small white gown of the same style as the other person, with his bare feet kicking around under the hem of the clothes, and a small tall hat on his head, with a letter written "Make Money at Sight".

Xing Zhan turned his head, and said in Gong Mu's ear, "Are they impermanent in black and white?"

"Exactly." Gong Mu sat still.

"I've seen Mr. Xing." Hei Wuchang bowed slightly, and Bai Wuchang waved his hands with a smile.

"Sit down." Gong Mu pointed to the opposite side of the booth.

Hei Wuchang sat down calmly, and Bai Wuchang jumped off Hei Wuchang's shoulders, but once he sat down, no one could be seen, only the little white hat was dangling around.I saw him lift his chin up with both hands, stretching it longer and longer until it became a thin bamboo pole, forcing his little head above the table, and the pink tongue came out of the small mouth and hung on the table.

Xing Zhan couldn't bear to look directly at his forehead.

The veins on Gong Mu's forehead were throbbing: "Xie Bi'an! Put your tongue away! Can you talk about business? There are still mortals here! Fan Wushe, take care of him!"

Bai Wuchang and Xie Bi'an's eyeballs rolled around.

Heiwuchang Fan Wushe's voice was low and hoarse: "Don't be like this, the Propaganda Office of the Underworld has issued the latest notice, asking us to serve with a smile."

Bai Wuchang had no choice but to retract his head and tongue, stood on the chair and flattened his mouth in grievance, and said in a childish voice, "But you never laugh."

Hei Wuchang raised the corners of his stiff mouth, his cold face became even more terrifying.

Xing Zhan bowed his head again, unable to bear to look directly at him.

"Enough!" Gong Mu felt that his blood pressure was a little high.

Hei Wuchang immediately replied with a serious expression, and asked coldly: "What is Xingjun sending us here for?"

Gong Mu cleared his throat: "Did you arrest the soul of an old lady ten days ago? It's her birthday." He pushed the pre-written paper in front of the two ghosts.

Hei Wuchang took out a tablet computer similar to that of the Land Duke from his sleeve, entered his birthday and began to search, because the time given by Gong Mu was incomplete, so many search results popped up, the two of them got together to look through one by one, and still He kept asking: "How long is the life expectancy? Where did you die? Why did you die?"

Gong Mu was annoyed by the question: "Is it so difficult to check?"

Bai Wuchang patted the table coquettishly: "Our work is very heavy! I haven't taken a vacation yet! I haven't had a rest for 670 years! Sooner or later, I will complain to the Labor Arbitration Bureau of the Underworld!"

"There are so many lonely ghosts wandering outside, how dare you say that you have a heavy workload?"

"Of course, you see I've lost weight!" Bai Wuchang held his small face and wanted to stick out his tongue again.

"I found it." Hei Wuchang put the tablet on the table, "It is indeed arrested, it has passed the gate of hell, and it is on the Huangquan No. [-] special train, and it is almost at the terminal Wangchuanhe."

The positioning system on the screen has locked a ghost, and a small shiny dot is moving slowly. Click on the dot, and the identity information of the ghost will pop up.

"Bring her back, I have something for her to do."

The impermanent two ghosts stared at Gong Mu: "Mr. Xing, ghosts who have passed the gate of hell can no longer return to the human world. This is not in compliance with the regulations!"

"If it complies with the regulations, will I still call you? Is it okay if I catch it myself?"

"No, if the judge finds out, we will deduct wages." Hei Wuchang shook his head seriously.

Gong Mu slapped the table: "You don't even have vacations, what salary do you need!"

Bai Wuchang tugged on Hei Wuchang's sleeve with tears in his eyes: "Whoa, no vacation."

"Good." Hei Wuchang touched Bai Wuchang's hat.

"If the salary is deducted, I will compensate you. Tell me how much money you want! I will let my people burn it for you!" Gong Mu pointed at Xing Zhan, and Xing Zhan squinted.

"It's not about money, it's about the professional ethics of ghosts." Hei Wuchang said.

"If you don't agree, I will report your laziness and dereliction of duty!"

Bai Wuchang jumped onto Hei Wuchang's shoulder, holding his hat: "Hey, what should I do, he's going to sue."

Hei Wuchang took Bai Wuchang off, put it on his lap, and dismissed it: "You go and sue, we are not afraid. Mr. Xingjun, you are serving your sentence, please don't do anything against the law again."

Unexpectedly, Black and White Wuchang's attitude is so tough, Gong Mu is a bit difficult to deal with, secretly glances at Xing Zhan from the corner of his eye, Xing Zhan is also looking at him, his eyes are full of provocation.

Their eyes met, Gong Mu was excited by him, and the nine-petal lotus burst into red light.

"How about it." Gong Mu backed down, rubbing his hands together, and a piece of letter paper appeared in his hand, using his finger as a brush, he wrote on it, "When I was reincarnated in the third life, I helped King Chao of Ksitigarbha through a heinous Li Gui, he promised to owe me a favor, which I have not fulfilled until now. If you help bring back the ghost of the old woman, I beg him to give you a vacation."

"Vacation!" Bai Wuchang's eyes lit up.

When Gong Mu signed the signature, a red light flashed, and a letter was finished.He picked up the letterhead and shook it in front of the two ghosts: "How is it? It's just a little effort for you, and you can exchange for a rare vacation. It's a good deal, right?"

"Vacation! Vacation!" Bai Wuchang thumped the table, looking pitifully at Hei Wuchang.

After hesitating for a long time, Hei Wuchang finally compromised under Bai Wuchang's expectant gaze: "Okay, after three days, I will hand over the ghost of the old woman to you."

"A word is settled!"

"On vacation! On vacation! On vacation!" Bai Wuchang hugged Hei Wuchang's neck excitedly.

Hei Wuchang picked up Bai Wuchang and carried him on his shoulders: "If there is nothing else, we will leave first. If we have news, we will send you a message."

The impermanent two ghosts retreated into the darkness, their figures gradually disappeared, leaving only a serious and indifferent face and a smiling face, and then disappeared completely.

"It's done!" Gong Mu smiled arrogantly.

"We have to wait for three more days." Xing Zhan sighed.

"There are countless ghosts entering the underworld every day, and three days is already the fastest."

"Why do you say you are going to sue, they are not afraid at all?"

Gong Mu coughed in embarrassment: "Because I was sent by the Heavenly Court, they are the ghost messengers of the Underworld, and they belong to two systems. Although the Heavenly Court and the Underworld have jurisdiction over the human world, you know, the more people in charge More often, the more difficult it is to manage. It is reasonable to say that crossing the soul should be a matter of the underworld. I am here to reform through labor, oh no, to help, so I can only sue the heavenly court, and then the heavenly court will feed back to the ghost emperor Yama of the underworld. It's hard to say whether the impermanent two ghosts will be punished after going around in a circle."

Xing Zhan nodded clearly, and finally came to a conclusion: "Bureaucracy!"

Gong Mu turned out the dead fish eyes: "Alright, let's wait for the news."

"I'm exhausted. I have to go to the park to walk ghosts tomorrow morning. In fact, I'm the hardest one." Xing Zhan yawned and turned off the desk lamp.