After joining Hades

Wen Bai really wanted to go up to see him, but seeing Zhou Wei's current state, he felt that it was best not to provoke him, so he stood still.

"Awei?" Wen Bai called out tentatively.

Zhou Wei still didn't answer.

Wen Bai turned his head, looked at Lu Zheng, and asked softly, "Is it evil?"

Lu Zheng glanced at the copper basin: "No."

"Haunted by wild ghosts."

"Wild ghost?" Wen Bai suddenly felt that the whole house was even more eerie.

"Then... is there help?"

Lu Zheng seemed to have heard a joke: "What do you think?"

After all, lift your foot into the house.

Looking at Lu Zheng who seemed to be in the land of no one, Wen Bai didn't care about anything else, and called Zhou Wei's name again.

"Okay, wake up." Afraid of scaring him, Wen Bai took the posture of coaxing Xiaoliandeng.

Zhou Wei was still talking nonsense.

Wen Bai listened carefully, and barely heard a few words.

What are "Suona", "I'm going to die", "Xiaobai is here to see me off".

Wen Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted him on the shoulder: "I can't send you away, don't worry."

"Wen Qian and Le Ming are still waiting for you to go back to eat hot pot."

Hearing the names of Yang Wenqian and Fang Leming, Zhou Wei opened his eyes very slowly.

After staring at Wen Bai for a full minute, he muttered, "Xiaobai?"

Wen Bai chuckled lightly: "Are you awake?"

"Xiaobai?!" Zhou Wei's eyes were wide open, and he grabbed a small piece of paint with his fingers grasping the door, "Is it really you?"

Wen Bai removed the old paint on his nails for him: "It's really me."

As soon as Zhou Wei relaxed, he couldn't hold on for an instant, his legs softened, and he hung down against the door.

Wen Bai almost missed it.

It took a lot of effort to help him onto the bed.

Standing by the bed, Wen Bai glanced out with lingering fear.

When he passed the side hall and saw the painted wooden coffin, he almost knocked Zhou Wei who was half leaning on him to the ground.

But maybe because he knew that Lu Zheng was outside, the shock came and went quickly.

After regaining his senses, Wen Bai still felt a little funny: "The 'three generations of the coffin' you mentioned before, is this what you mean?"

When Zhou Wei was in school, whenever he talked about inheriting his grandfather's shop, he always joked and added that he was "the third generation of officials".

Said that his grandfather was an "official".

They still regarded it as a village official, but who knew it would be this "coffin".

"Yeah." Zhou Wei lay upright.

Wen Bai got up and opened the window.

When he was at the door, the smell of incense ash permeated everywhere, the more he walked in, the smell became stronger, and when he arrived at Zhou Wei's room, it was as if he was stuck in some kind of incense burner.

No smoke was seen, but the smell lingered for a long time.

Zhou Wei felt a little more real now, coughed: "Who is that person who came with you?"

Wen Bai sat down beside him: "My boss."

"Boss?" Zhou Wei stretched his neck and glanced at Lu Zheng who was standing in the outer hall.

He has a lot of things he wants to ask, such as Xiaobai, why did you suddenly have an extra boss, why did you bring the boss here, and how did you find this place, but... it's getting late.

When it gets dark, he will scare Xiao Bai.

Zhou Wei didn't know what to do, he lifted the quilt and covered his head.

"Take your boss back."

The voice was hidden under the quilt, and it sounded a little pitiful.

"Don't come here, especially don't bring Wen Qian and Le Ming here."

"This is not a good place for me."

Wen Bai: "What about you?"

Zhou Wei: "Wait for a while, when I feel better, I will go find you."

Wen Bai continued: "Aren't you going to the graduation ceremony?"

Zhou Wei was silent.

When she spoke again, her voice was full of tears: "Don't ask."

Wen Bai gathered his quilt, and wrote lightly: "Haunted by wild ghosts?"

Zhou Wei responded subconsciously: "Yes."

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A few seconds later, Zhou Wei lifted the quilt: "You, what did you say?!"

Wen Bai patted him on the head.

Zhou Wei covered his head, looking like a ghost.

Lu Zheng had already walked in from the outside, and after sitting down at the tea table, he said leisurely: "The place is nice."

Zhou Wei was stunned for a moment, then tugged at the corner of Wen Bai's clothes: "Xiao Bai, this house of mine cannot be sold."

"My grandpa will kill me."

Wen Bai came to his senses and smiled: "No one wants to buy your house."

"But your boss said my place is nice."

I don't want to buy this house, do I want to buy the foundation?

That's even more impossible.

Wen Bai explained: "What he said is good, that is, it is literally good."

Wen Bai tried hard to find a more appropriate description: "For example...Feng Shui?"

"He thinks the feng shui of the coffin shop is... not bad?" Zhou Wei couldn't hold back his expression.

Wen Bai: "My boss has some special preferences."

Zhou Wei: "..."

"Where's your grandfather?" Several people entered the house for a long time, and the movement was not small, not to mention that Lu Zheng also looked through the whole house, except for Zhou Wei, he didn't see a single person.

Zhou Wei shook his head: "I don't know."

Wen Bai: "Then what did you do when you ran to the door by yourself?"

Zhou Wei was about to burst into tears: "I want to go outside to bask in the sun."

Wen Bai: "..."

He sighed deeply: "How long have you been entangled?"

Such words were spoken from Wen Bai's mouth in such a calm and homely tone, which made Zhou Wei feel more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

Wen Bai knew what he was thinking, but for a while, he didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't say that he was working for the underworld, so he had to move Lu Zheng out first: "Why do you think I brought the boss here?"

Zhou Wei remembered Lu Zheng's phrase "the place is nice" just now: "Does he understand this?"

Wen Bai nodded seriously: "Well, it's very powerful."

Zhou Wei didn't really believe it, but this week, besides talking to his grandfather, he was talking to ghosts. He even spent more time dealing with ghosts than his grandfather. White, pouring out feelings.

He leaned back as if exhausted: "It's been more than a week."

Wen Bai calculated the time: "Before you get your graduation certificate?"

Zhou Wei: "Yes."

As he said that, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, and said: "There is a bag in the closet."

With every step, Wen Bai suspected that those were not two legs, but two noodles scalded with boiling water.

"Lie down, I'll get it." Wen Bai pushed him back on the bed, got up and walked towards the closet.

Lu Zheng leaned halfway on the tea table, and when Wen Bai put his hands on the wardrobe, he seemed to have expected something, and said, "Stay away."

After the voice fell, the wardrobe also opened.

A large black plastic bag that took up almost half of the closet was turned upside down.

But the falling speed was extremely slow, which gave Wen Bai enough time to dodge.

The plastic bags were not sealed, and as they fell, they all piled up on the seal, more and more, and then fell down with a "boom."

"Paper Yuanbao" in one place.

Golden yellow, bright, rustling by the wind blowing through the window.

Wen Bai: "..."

If you ignore the objects on the ground, the sound is quite pleasant.

Zhou Wei closed his eyes deeply: "It's all done by me."

Wen Bai looked at the mountain of small ingots: "All?"

Zhou Wei: "All."

"My job during the day is to stack ingots."

Wen Bai keenly grasped the word "day" in Zhou Wei's words: "What about night?"

Zhou Wei sniffled, almost crying: "Burning Yuanbao."

Wen Bai: "..."

Stack ingots during the day and burn ingots at night.

The 24-hour working system is beyond anyone's ability.

Look how spoiled the child is.

"Then who is this ingot burned for?" Wen Baihua said, and the answer came to his mind, "That wild ghost?"

Zhou Wei nodded, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head again: "It's not a wild ghost, it's a errand."

Hearing the word "Yincha", Wen Bai almost didn't trip over the ingot at his feet.

Odds?Public affairs?

He never expected that the nature would suddenly change from "petty theft" to "corruption"?

And it just so happened to get under Lu Zheng's nose.

Wen Bai took a careful look at his "boss with a bad temper", seeing that his expression hadn't changed, and just as he let his mind down, the corners of Lu Zheng's mouth twitched slightly.

Negative difference: dangerous.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Zheng put down his cup, and his eyes fell on Zhou Wei: "Really."

It was obviously a question, but because of his deliberately slow tone, it was inexplicably cool.

Wen Bai: "..."

Lu Zheng finally got a little interested: "He said he was a errand?"

Zhou Wei shuddered: "Yes."

Wen Bai: "He said yes, so you believe it?"

"That's not true, he has a job card," Zhou Wei scratched his head, "I've seen it."

"Work card?" Wen Bai came over, "What kind?"

Zhou Wei gestured with his hand: "It's the size of an ordinary work card, with Dongyue Yinsi's inscription on the bottom, and the words 'Tianxia Taiping' on the top."

"I saw it when I was a child, so I know it."

Hearing what he said, Wen Bai was still a little surprised: "Did you see a ghost when you were a child?"

"Well," Zhou Wei rubbed his nose, "When Zhongyuan's yin energy was at its worst, I saw it once or twice. My grandfather said that I have a yin fate, so he always wanted me to inherit this shop."

Speaking of this, Zhou Wei's shoulders slumped all of a sudden: "If it wasn't for a errand, I would have asked grandpa to invite Taoist priests to drive out ghosts."

Wen Bai thought it was the same, if it was just a wild ghost, with Zhou Wei's "experienced in hell" physique, he would not be driven by him, and there would always be some way to do it.

But if it's a bad day, then the nature of the matter is different.

There is no way to avoid it, no matter how careful you are in life, you will always have to walk in front of the underworld in the end.

Wen Bai and Lu Zheng looked at each other without speaking.

In the end, he suppressed his voice and walked to Lu Zheng's side: "Is it really a sin?"

Lu Zheng got up, picked out a copper basin that was close by, and took a pinch of cooled ingot ash.

"A deceitful trick."

Wen Bai squatted down obediently, and looked up at him: "It means that someone is pretending to be an undercover agent?"

Lu Zheng gave a "hmm" and said without emotion: "The gold ingots are of average quality, they became a monk halfway, and the craftsmanship is not enough. There are too many stacks, and there are few usable ones. It can be used to send away the lonely souls on the roadside."

While speaking, he stood up: "They don't need these things."

"They" naturally refers to the underworld of Dongyue.

"Wait," Wen Bai noticed what Lu Zhenggang said, "You said that the craftsmanship is not enough?"

In view of Wen Bai's face, Lu Zheng reluctantly commented: "Half-level."

"Then so many treasures, how many are usable?" Wen Bai was inexplicably nervous.

Lu Zheng glanced at it: "[-]%."

Wen Bai: "..."

That is, there is no half-baked level.

Wen Bai: "Then what if the craftsmanship is enough?"

Lu Zheng: "The copper basin in front of you is enough to get rid of it."

Wen Bai: "..."

He turned his head back silently, looked at the mountain of ingots, then at the copper basins all over the room, and then at Zhou Wei whose hands were a little golden because he kept stacking and burning ingots day and night: "..."