My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The sudden appearance of a clear male voice startled the middle-aged female ghost. Her crying stopped abruptly, she raised her head suddenly, and saw a handsome young male ghost floating across the road.

Seeing that she was silent, the male ghost asked again, "Is this your daughter?"

The middle-aged female ghost looked at him with a bit of vigilance, and took half a step forward calmly, blocking the young girl who was concentrating on burning paper with red eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

Ming Yi scratched the back of his head and said, "I should be the one asking you what you want to do?"

"This girl is full of Yin Qi, probably because you have been pestering her all the time."

"You are already a ghost. If you don't go to the Earth Temple to register for reincarnation, what are you doing pestering the living? Do you know that you are harming her?"

Once ordinary living people are contaminated with yin qi, the mild ones will be plagued by bad luck in a short period of time, and the severe ones may die of serious illness.

Hearing the words, the middle-aged female ghost covered her face again and began to sob and cry.

Seeing her crying so miserably, Ming Yi asked, "Do you have any grievances that you can't let go of?"

The middle-aged female ghost choked up and said: "I was murdered by a beast that is not as good as a pig or a dog, but the police and my daughter thought I committed suicide. I really can't swallow this resentment."

"Oh, you have grievances."

Ming Yi was puzzled: "Then why don't you go to the Temple of the City God and ask the God of the City God to decide?"

The middle-aged female ghost shook her head and said, "City God can't help me."

Ming Yi was puzzled: "Why can't I help you?"

He guessed: "Could it be that you want to kill the murderer who murdered you?"

If this is the request, Grandpa really can't help.

The middle-aged female ghost shook her head: "No."

Ming Yi: "What is that?"

Middle-aged female ghost: "I want to give my daughter a dream and stop her from marrying that bastard Yang Sen!"

Ming Yi looked behind her and saw the young girl looking at the paper money that had just been extinguished and whispering, tears rolling in her eyes.

The little ghost walked over, knelt down beside her, and heard her words clearly.

"Mom, I'm your only family member. Why don't you think about it?"

"I'm getting married next week. I know you've always looked down on Yang Sen. He does have a lot of minor problems, but he's not too bad-hearted. He's been good to me these two years."

"After you left, he has been by my side and helped me organize your funeral. If you are alive, you should be able to see it. Now I have only him by my side. I hope you will not be angry and bless me The two of you can be happy and safe..."

Ming Yi rested his chin on both hands, pouted his lips, and sighed, "Your girl is a bit stupid."

Her own mother was killed by her fiancé, and she was kept in the dark that she wanted to marry the murderer.

The middle-aged female ghost cried: "Cancan was deceived by that beast because she was too innocent."

"I know she likes that beast very much, but I can't just watch her jump into the fire pit. Yang Sen can kill me, and if anything goes wrong with Cancan in the future, he can also lay hands on my daughter."

Ming Yi thought about it, and agreed: "That's right."

No matter what happens, there are only zero and countless times.

This man named Yang Sen murdered for the first time, but he was not found out. After that, he would have the fluke mentality of killing the second time.

Ming Yi said: "Your request is quite simple, as long as what you said is true, the City God will help you."

The middle-aged female ghost looked at him with wide eyes, and asked, "Will the City God care about ordinary people like us?"

Qinglin Province is so big, there are many people who commit suicide, homicide, sickness, old age... all kinds of strange ways of death, so he can't deal with such a big injustice case, does the City God really care about such trivial things as her dreams?

Ming Yi raised his head and proudly said: "Of course, the city gods of other provinces are hard to say, but the city gods of our province will definitely take care of it. Go and try."

The middle-aged female ghost looked at the young girl who was squatting on the ground and weeping silently, her face was full of reluctance.

Seeing this, Ming Yi couldn't help complaining: "What kind of expression do you have, how do you look like a strong man going to die."

Middle-aged female ghost: "I have been hiding all this time, just to avoid being caught by the ghost messenger. If I go to the City God's Temple to seek revenge, will the City God let the ghost messenger take me away to reincarnate on the spot? In no mood……"

Ming Yi said firmly: "No."

"You think it's so easy for little ghosts to reincarnate, and besides, the City God Temple is the management office of the underworld, which specializes in dealing with little ghosts like you who are dying. Line up to reincarnate."

Seeing that the middle-aged female ghost was still hesitating, Ming Yi had no choice but to persuade her: "What's the use of pestering her now? Could it be that when she gets more and more negative and suddenly sees you by her side, then she won't be scared?" die?"

"If she is so entangled by you, she must have bad luck and everything goes wrong. Don't you feel sorry for your own daughter?"

"How can I not feel bad, but I can't help it." The middle-aged female ghost cried as soon as she spoke, and Ming Yi's head hurt.

He interrupted aloud: "Don't cry, I've told you how to redress your grievances, you go now, don't pester the living anymore, even if she is your daughter."

The middle-aged female ghost was still hesitant and refused to leave.

Ming Yi lost his patience, saw a ghost messenger in the distance, led a little ghost passing by, waved and shouted: "Hey, that ghost messenger!"

The ghost guard who was shouted was taken aback, and turned to look at them.

Ming nodded and said, "Yes, I'm calling you, come here."

The ghost guard frowned, looked the little ghost up and down, saw that he was well dressed, hesitated for half a second, stepped forward, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Ming Yi asked him, "Are you going to the Earth Temple?"

The ghost messenger hesitated and nodded.

Ming Yi: "That's just right. She's going to the Temple of the City God, not far from the Earth Temple. Please take her with you."

It was probably the first time this ghost messenger encountered such a thing, he was stunned for a long time, and finally nodded in response, led the little ghost on the soul chain, and left with the middle-aged female ghost.

Seeing the female ghost turning her head three times a step at a time, Mingyi told her worriedly, "Brother Ghost Escort, you should take good care of her and take her to the Temple of the City God. If she repents on the way, she can't be let go. She hasn't gone to the Earth Temple yet." Sign up!"

When the ghost messenger heard that the female ghost hadn't registered yet, she readily agreed.

The middle-aged female ghost was taken away by the ghost messenger, and the young female ghost who was squatting on the ground also stood up and prepared to leave.

At this time, a black car stopped on the side of the road, and a young man stepped down from it. He watched 27ba walking up and down, with an ugly face and a cold tone.

"Why did you come here again!"

The young girl was frightened by his angry appearance, and stood there with a pale face.

The young man may have sensed that his tone was a bit cold, so he quickly softened up a little, and walked up to hug the girl: "Do you know that it's so late, I didn't see you when I got home, I was so worried."

Hearing this, the young girl gave a slight smile and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, but we're getting married soon, I want to come over and tell mom."

"It's so late, and in such a remote place, I'm worried that something will happen to you, your mental state is very poor these days, in case you bump into something unclean."

The young girl shook her head: "I'm fine, even if I do meet our mother, I'm not afraid."

Hearing this, the man froze and spat on the ground: "What nonsense are you talking about at night."

As he spoke, he took out a string of bracelets from his pocket and put them on the girl's left wrist.

The golden light of the bracelet flashed, and Ming Yi took several steps back in fright, cursing: "I'll wipe it, exorcist?"

The man didn't notice it, and continued to persuade: "I know you miss our mother, but things have happened, and I don't want you to be immersed in the sadness of the past."

"Take good care of yourself and be my bride in a week, okay?"

The girl blushed from being coaxed, nodded shyly, followed the man into the car and left.

Ming Yi is now at the same spot, shaking his head and sighing as he looks at the car driving away.

That man has wicked eyebrows, and looks like a bad guy, no wonder the middle-aged female ghost disagrees with them being together, this girl looks upright, her eyes are not good, she was deceived by such an ugly thing with just a few words gone.

The kid was feeling emotional when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, and the commander called him back.

As soon as he picked it up, Yin Youran's clear voice came from over there: "Little devil, what do you want from me?"

Ming Yi ignored his address and said, "I want you to buy me a present."

Yin Youran asked, "What gift to buy?"

Mingyi looked embarrassed: "I don't know either."

Yin Youran pondered for a long time, and struggled: "Your family doesn't seem to have any hobbies. He usually likes to play with some antiques or read some weird books."

"We don't know much about these things. If we buy fake or expensive ones, we will probably be laughed at by Cao Xuanhe."

Ming Yi: "...except antiques?"

He knows nothing about this, and the chances of buying a fake are extremely high.

"High luxury." Yin Youran: "However, your daughter-in-law's clothes and shoes are all custom-made, so there is no need to buy them."

"Otherwise... you can buy him a game console, ps5, the dream object of an internet addicted teenager, I'm planning to get it."

When talking about games, Ming Yi became interested and asked, "Wow, ps5 is out?"

"I just got ps2 at that time, when will you buy it, bring me a set."

"..." Yin Youran coughed lightly and reminded: "Aren't you going to choose a gift for Cao Xuanhe?"

"Oh... yes." Ming Yi withdrew his thoughts: "Forget it, he doesn't like playing games, so don't force him."

Yin Youran: "Then why don't you make a gift for him yourself."

Cao Xuanhe is not short of money, and buying anything is a breeze for him. Compared with expensive gifts, gifts that are thought of are more meaningful.

Ming Yi: "What do you do?"

Yin Youran: "Think about it yourself."

Ming Yi's tone was awkward, and he said reluctantly: "I'm not a girl, so I can't do delicate work like knitting sweaters and scarves."

Yin Youran: "You don't have to knit a sweater, you can try Lego and customize one that looks like the two of you. Anyway, one of you is a human and the other is a ghost, and you can't take wedding photos, so I just use this thing instead."

When Ming Yi heard this, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "That's right!"

He and Cao Xuanhe's lover Lego, why didn't he think of it.

However, this excitement was broken by Yin Youran's next sentence.

Yin Youran: "But it's been so many years since you passed away, do you still have any photos left?"

The kid's smile froze, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "It should be... yes."

Ming Yi is not too sure, after all, the death of their family was so bizarre that no one dared to live in their house until now.

house……

"By the way, our family should have a photo of me, as well as the school I went to."

Before he was alive, he could be regarded as the new recruit of the school. There must always be a few beautiful photos of him in the school post bar.

Yin Youran responded: "Okay, you can send the name of the school to Si Ling later, and I'll look for it on the school's official website and forums. If not, I can only go to your house."

"Oh good." Ming Yi recalled the home he hadn't been back for a long time, and tentatively asked: "If you go to my house, can you bring me with you..."

"No." Yin Youran refused without hesitation.

After all, it was the place where Ming Yi died tragically. Although the little ghost had already untied his knot after many years, Yin Youran felt that it would be better not to let him revisit the old place.

"OK then."

Ming Yi felt very regretful, thinking that there was still time for Cao Xuanhe to take him back.

In fact, as early as a few years before his death, Ming Yi sneaked back, after all, it was the place where he grew up.

It's just that the sudden death of their family will inevitably make other residents in the community fearful. Therefore, after the case is closed, the property specially invited Taoist priests to do a dojo, hoping to eliminate the grievances of their family and reincarnate as soon as possible.

Those people not only planted two peach trees in front of their house, and filled the room with ghost town charms, they even invited Guan Erye to guard the gate of the community. The trees in the community are mostly peach trees, and the little ghost has no way to get close.

Hanging up the phone, Ming Yi sent Si Ling a school report, put away his phone, and continued to wander around until late at night before returning to the community.

Ming Yi didn't expect that when he got home, Cao Xuanhe hadn't fallen asleep yet, and was leaning on the sofa to read a book seriously.

The kid was surprised: "It's so late, why are you still awake?"

Cao Xuanhe closed the book and replied, "Just getting ready to sleep."

Ming Yi threw himself on him and asked, "You're not waiting for me, are you?"

The man didn't answer, and took advantage of the opportunity to catch the kid who rushed over.

Ming Yi rubbed his head back and forth in his arms, comforting him: "It's okay, wife."

"Ah."

Ming Yi knew that he was just saying yes, but he was still worried, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in the living room waiting for him so late.

He said with some guilt: "Sorry, I should have come back earlier."

Because I was too playful, my daughter-in-law waited at home for so long.

Cao Xuanhe rubbed his head and said, "It's fine."

Ming Yi stood up and stretched out his hand to pull him: "Come on, let's go to bed quickly."

It's already late at night, and it's already past the time for the daughter-in-law to go to bed.

"Ah."

Cao Xuanhe let him pull him up and walked towards the bedroom.

The next day, Cao Xuanhe went out again early in the morning, and received a message from Si Ling's cell phone as soon as he woke up tomorrow.

In just one night, Yin Youran actually helped him collect a lot of photos.

The Ming Yi in the photo is almost the same as him now, except that his face is rosy, a little immature, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and a clean demeanor. He is a sunny boy.

Especially the few photos of the selection of school grass that I found in the post bar, they can be called divine.

Yin Youran: Brat, there is a big problem now.

Mingyi: Ah, what?

Ming Yi: Is there no way to combine the photos of my wife and I?

Yin Youran: That’s not true, the synthesis is no problem

Yin Youran: It’s just that I didn’t find a photo of Cao Xuanhe,

Yin Youran: I have known him for so long, but I have never seen him take pictures.

Ming Yi thought about it and found that it was indeed the case. The daughter-in-law relied very little on the mobile phone, and such things as taking pictures were even rarer.

Yin Youran: Go and see if there are any selfies or other photos in his mobile phone?

Ming Yi: He's not at home.

Yin Youran: Are you going out?

Mingyi: Yes.

Yin Youran: That can only be at night.

Mingyi: Good.

Yin Youran: Then you can find his photo first, I will go to work first.

Ming Yi was used to being alone, and Cao Xuanhe didn't feel anything at home when he went out to do errands, but today he seemed a little anxious because he had a task ahead of him, and kept checking the clock on the wall.

Cao Xuanhe didn't come back from outside until after five o'clock in the afternoon.

Ming Yi rushed forward in a hurry, dissatisfied: "Daughter-in-law, what did you do, it took you so long to come back."

Cao Xuanhe kissed him on the forehead and said, "Go and prepare something, what's the matter?"

Ming Yi didn't beat around the bush, and said straight to the point: "I want to play with your phone."

Cao Xuanhe: "Don't you have a tablet at home?"

Ming Yi pouted: "The system is different, I have played many levels on my phone."

The man didn't ask any more questions, and took out his mobile phone and handed it to him.

Ming Yi got the phone, immediately threw Cao Xuanhe aside, lay back on the sofa and opened the phone album.

Cao Xuanhe didn't expect the kid to be so realistic, walked over and leaned over his lips in dissatisfaction, bullied him hard, took the opportunity to snatch the phone back, and said: "Don't play for now, pack up and get ready to go out."

Ming Yi wanted to grab it, but he couldn't move as fast as the man, and was dodged by the man.

"Where?"

Yin Youran hadn't finished the task assigned to him yet.

Cao Xuanhe raised his hand and knocked on his forehead: "Qi Yihan's celebration banquet."

Ming Yi reacted suddenly.

By the way, the second brother just said yesterday that tonight is the celebration banquet he will hold for the second sister-in-law.

I was so busy looking for photos of Cao Xuanhe that I almost forgot about it.

"Let's go, let's celebrate the second sister-in-law first."

Ming Yi bounced off the sofa all at once, walked towards the bedroom, changed clothes and came out after a while.

Cao Xuanhe had already gotten used to his hot temper, so he followed him downstairs helplessly and drove to Xihong Province.

On the way, Ming Yi asked for his mobile phone away again, wondering if the game was too difficult, the kid's face wrinkled together.

Ming Yi flipped through the photo album, endured it again and again, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked the man: "Daughter-in-law, why don't you have a single selfie in your photo album?"

Cao Xuanhe: "What's wrong?"

Ming Yi pouted: "It's okay."

Cao Xuanhe sensed his displeasure, and explained: "I don't usually have the habit of taking pictures."

Ming Yi sighed and said, "It's okay, you can shoot now."

I don't know if these words are comforting Cao Xuanhe or comforting himself.

Along the way, Ming Yi took his mobile phone and began to take various pictures of Cao Xuanhe who was driving seriously.

The man may not be used to the camera, his brows are frowned into a Sichuan shape, but he is not easy to interrupt when he sees the little ghost is very interested.

Ming Yi took dozens of photos and went to the photo album to check. He was very satisfied to see Cao Xuanhe's handsome profile, but the man's expression was tense, aloof and distanced.

Although Ming Yi was fascinated by the man's expression and salivated, but thinking that they were taking a wedding photo, it's not good to be so serious, otherwise it would make him seem to be forced by himself.

"Daughter-in-law, just smile."

"..."

Seeing that he ignored him, Ming Yi continued to pester him: "Daughter-in-law?"

"..."

Unrelenting, Ming Yi stretched out his hand to poke his arm: "Cao Xuanhe."

"Don't make trouble, sit down."

Ming Yi pursed his lips in dissatisfaction: "I didn't make trouble."

"Just smile."

Cao Xuanhe: "I don't want to."

Ming Yi: "No, you have to laugh."

"..."

Ming Yi asked: "You usually like to laugh, why can't you smile now?"

Cao Xuanhe: "What are you taking pictures for?"

Ming Yi: "Favorite it, use it as an avatar, and show off to friends how good-looking my daughter-in-law looks."

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Ming Yi simply took a picture of himself.

However, the photos he took were as blurry as he imagined, and he could only see a faint ghost image. If a living person saw it, he would surely faint from fright.

Ming Yi was very discouraged and deleted the photo, put the mobile phone back on the storage box board between the two of them, turned his head and looked out the window, feeling sullen.

The car got off the highway quickly and stopped on the side of the road outside the toll booth.

Cao Xuanhe unfastened his seat belt, picked up his phone, took out a brush and cinnabar ink from the storage box, quickly drew a spell on the back of the phone, and said to the little ghost, "Come here."

Although Ming Yi was angry, but when he saw the man drawing a talisman, he still couldn't help but sneak a few glances. Now that he was talking to him, he said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Didn't you want to take a picture?"

Ming Yi: "I don't want to...well."

His chin was pinched by Cao Xuanhe's right hand, the man's handsome face suddenly enlarged, his warm lips covered it, and he tapped the camera's shooting button with his left hand.