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Since this group of friends is unreliable, Ming Yi can only count on his parents.

They have been working as underworld agents for decades, and they still have some connections. Besides, they go out to seduce souls every night, and they can always meet a few good-looking male ghosts with cold personalities.

In the evening of the next day, twilight was approaching.

Ming Yi hummed a ditty and passed through the tombstones, entering the cemetery of his parents.

Mom is not there, Dad is sleeping in the urn, Ming Yi walks over and pats him on the back: "Dad, should I go on a blind date?"

Ming's father woke up from his daze, raised his head and asked him, "What?"

Ming Yi repeated: "Blind date."

"Oh." Ming's father lay back down again: "It shouldn't be."

Ming Yi frowned: "Why?"

Dad Ming: "You're still young, why worry?"

Ming Yi was not convinced: "But ghosts won't grow up again."

"Then you'll be single forever."

What Ming's father said was vague, Ming Yi didn't understand, but seeing that his father was so unreliable, he lost the interest in chatting, got up and went out, and took out his mobile phone to call his mother.

The phone was connected quickly, and there was the sound of mahjong colliding with the table.

"Hey, Mom, where are you?"

Ming's mother said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Ming Yi: "Is there any good-looking boy in the aunt's family you know, introduce one to me."

Mom Ming: "No."

Ming Yi was angry: "Mom, am I your biological child? Parents of other people's families wish their children could have a companion sooner. Why don't you care about my lifelong affairs at all?"

Ming's mother said angrily: "How do you want me to care about you? You have cut off the future of other people's children and grandchildren, and you want to take advantage of the momentum to find a partner for yourself. You are afraid that my death and your father's death are not thorough enough. Come on, I advise you to calm down, the Zhang family's business is not over yet, you little bastard is not allowed to cause trouble for me again!"

Ming Yi didn't expect that two months had passed since the incident, and his mother's anger hadn't subsided yet, so she didn't dare to say any more, so she quickly hung up the phone.

Parents are also unreliable, Ming Yi can only pin his hopes on his grandfather.

The phone was dialed quickly, and Grandpa asked him what he was calling for.

Ming Yidao: "Grandpa, I want to fall in love, please help me see if there are any good-looking little ghosts to reincarnate recently..."

Before he finished speaking, City God directly threw two words: "No time."

Then I hung up the phone.

Ming Yi looked at the darkened phone interface, but didn't react for a while.

It's stupid, with such a family on the stall, it's no wonder he's single until now!

If this continues, won't he be lonely for the rest of his life?

No, he has to rely on himself!

Ming Yi angrily put his cell phone into his pocket and started to stroll around the cemetery.

Qinglin Town God's Temple.

The City God put the mobile phone aside, picked up the case file that was halfway through the trial, and sighed to the teacher next to him: "When will this child Ming Yi grow up? Today I suddenly want to fall in love."

The master laughed and said, "Ming Yi is so out of character, your old man hasn't gotten used to it yet."

The City God sighed: "If he has the boss and the second half as sensible, it can make people feel at ease."

The master pondered for half a second, and suggested: "My lord, why don't you find something for him to do?"

City God: "What do you mean?"

Master: "It's easy to get into trouble if you're idle, why don't you assign him something to do, which can help us solve some troubles, and also save him time to provoke other brats."

City God frowned: "What do you think it would be better to arrange for him to do something?"

Master: "Didn't a group of evil spirits appear rampant in our Qinglin City recently, and many lonely and wild ghosts have suffered, and even the ghost messengers we sent out were eaten up several times. Mingyi's force is extraordinary, It's better to let him go out with the ghost messenger to catch..."

The master swallowed the latter words abruptly, because the eyes of the City God gradually became sharper.

Master: "I also suggest, if you think it's wrong, just pretend I didn't say anything."

After hearing the words, Lord Chenghuang didn't say any more, and continued to read the file.

The master breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid, Ming Yi is the most beloved grandson of the City God, if something happened to him while catching evil spirits, he would not be able to afford to pay for the lives of the whole family of little ghosts.

In the Qinglin cemetery, Ming Yi looked carefully at the tombstones one by one, frowning.

After all, this is also a provincial cemetery, where no less than ten thousand people are buried, and there is not even a single pleasing-looking kid.

Except for some of the little ghosts who died unexpectedly, died tragically and died of illness, there were very few little ghosts who could catch his eye.

Ming Yi wants to find a daughter-in-law who is pleasing to the eye and has a cold personality, but it is really difficult.

However, he couldn't easily give up on the things he was looking for. If the cemetery didn't exist, he would look for them on the street.

In the next few nights, he stopped playing games, and started to take the curly-haired ghost and the flat-headed ghost to stroll around the street.

Now it is the twelfth lunar month in Yangjian, the weather is abnormally cold, and there are hardly any living people walking on the streets.

The three little ghosts wandered around for a long time, not to mention human figures, not even a ghost.

The curly-haired ghost said impatiently: "Ming Yi, why don't we go back, why would a good-looking ghost come to such a desolate land?"

Ming Yi was also somewhat frustrated: "How about... let's go to the city to see?"

Hearing the words, the two ghosts showed terrified expressions and shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no, we won't go!"

"I think you're crazy, but the Underworld has a clear rule that little ghosts are not allowed to enter and leave the bustling area of ​​Yangjian, so as not to bump into living people. If we encounter timid people and scare them out, we will be in bad luck! "

Ming Yi curled his lips and didn't insist anymore.

He just promised his grandfather not to cause trouble. If he really scared people to death, the crime would be too great.

Ming Yi sighed: "Okay, then we can go back."

It seems that finding a wife has to be considered in the long run.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly heard a muffled cough, the three little ghosts subconsciously turned their heads to look, and saw a black car parked more than ten meters away, and a tall man stepped out from the back seat of the car. It was as black as ink and had an outstanding appearance.

The gray scarf blocked half of his face, and he couldn't see the whole face clearly, but the alienation around him, which was a little colder than the winter temperature, made people unable to ignore it, and even couldn't look away.

The curly-haired ghost couldn't help shaking Ming Yi's arm, and said excitedly: "I'll go, this man is so handsome, Ming Yi, it's your favorite dish!"

The flat-headed ghost also shouted: "Yes, yes, Ming Yi, your wife will come to your door automatically."

Ming Yi was also dumbfounded, but he quickly calmed down and shook off the curly-haired ghost's hand: "You two calm down for me, you can see clearly, it's a living person."

The curly-haired ghost said: "What's wrong with the living, there are too many ghost marriages between the living and the dead."

The flat-headed ghost continued to echo: "Yes, and the yang energy in this person is so weak, I feel that he won't live long, maybe he will come to the underworld to report in a few years."

Ming Yi didn't refute anymore, the main reason is that this person has grown completely on his aesthetic point, plus he is busy looking for a wife recently, so this person should be sent to his bowl.

The two little devils with curly hair and flat hair can't wait to move forward.

Ming Yi saw it, and hurriedly stopped him: "You two, stay away from him!"

The yang qi in this living person is so weak that if he comes into contact with the little ghost again, something will happen to his body.

As soon as Cao Xuanhe got out of the car, he saw three little ghosts in the distance.

This land is desolate, and it is not surprising that there are little ghosts. As long as the other party has no intention of hurting others, they can not interfere with each other.

Afterwards, another person came down from the driver's seat. He was not tall, slightly fat, and had an average appearance. He pointed to the distance with a flattering smile on his face, and said, "Boss Cao, it's over there."

Cao Xuanhe nodded, motioning for the man to lead the way.

The two walked in front, and the three little ghosts followed.

The curly-haired ghost asked curiously: "Hey, you said that the two of them come to such a place at night, do you mean to do some shameful things?"

The flat-headed ghost asked, "What's so shameful?"

"Hey, let's kill people and silence them." Curly-haired ghost pointed around: "Don't you think this place is very suitable for throwing corpses?"

This place belongs to the eastern outskirts of the city. Apart from the flat and wide road, there are almost no other buildings, and there are grasslands on both sides of the road.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the dead grass is swaying around by the cold wind, making a rustling sound, which is also mixed with the whining sound of the wind, which sounds very scary (he) people.

Ming Yi snorted disdainfully: "Impossible."

The two ghosts asked in unison, "Why are you so sure?"

Ming Yi took it for granted, "He looks good."

Curly-haired, flat-headed ghost: "..."

Ming Yi also realized that what he said was ambiguous, and explained: "I'm not saying that good-looking people can't do bad things, but he gives me the feeling that they won't do such things."

All the conversations of the three little ghosts fell into Cao Xuanhe's ears.

He originally wanted to pretend he didn't hear it and ignore it, but this sentence made him raise his eyebrows, and calmly glanced at the kid who was talking from the corner of his eye.

The short and fat man noticed that his footsteps had stopped, and asked suspiciously, "Boss Cao, what's wrong?"

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his gaze and replied, "It's all right."

His voice was deep and cold, just like the temperament around him, making people afraid to approach him easily.

I don't know if it's because of the constant coughing, but the tone of the voice is a bit hoarse, and Ming Yi's whole body feels crisp.

Let me go, not only is this person good-looking, but his voice is so foul!

Just listening to the voice, he wanted to make people like this, that...

Ming Yi hurriedly cut off his later thoughts, otherwise he really couldn't help but grab a living person to be his wife.

The two walked tens of meters and stopped in front of a wild grass.

"Here we are." The short, fat man squatted down and pulled away the surrounding grass, revealing a shallow pit the size of a washbasin below: "Boss Cao, it's right here."

He took out a flashlight from his pocket and illuminated the pit. Cao Xuanhe stepped forward and was about to check the situation inside the pit.

All of a sudden, the three heads took the lead, and they put their heads against each other like curious babies, and looked into the pit together.

Curly-haired ghost: "I'll go, what is this, what a heavy resentment!"

Flat-headed ghost: "You two said that a ghost will jump out of it later?"

Ming Yi: "I don't know."

Cao Xuanhe: "..."

The short and fat man couldn't see the heavy resentment emanating from the things inside, let alone the three little devils lying in front of him.

He only saw Cao Xuanhe standing one meter away from the pit, no longer getting closer, thinking that the things inside were dangerous, so he quickly took two steps back, with a cautious face: "Boss Cao, is this thing still dangerous?"

Cao Xuanhe didn't answer, took out a few talisman papers and threw them into the pit, only to see the three little ghosts lying on the edge of the pit, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, quickly puffed up and backed away screaming.

They gave way, and Cao Xuanhe went to the edge of the pit and squatted down, looked at the things wrapped in red cloth inside, and frowned.

The place where the talisman paper he threw in had turned to ashes when it touched the red cloth, which showed how ferocious this thing was, and Cao Xuanhe could feel the familiar ghostly aura from it.

He took out a white handkerchief, drew a talisman on it, and then covered it on the red cloth to suppress the overflowing resentment, and took it into his hand.

Seeing this scene, the three little devils were very shocked.

Curly-haired ghost: "I'll go, this person not only carries amulets with him, but also draws them in the air. Let's go quickly tomorrow, if he notices the three of us later, it will be troublesome!"

The flat-headed ghost also had a frightened face: "Yes, let's go quickly, it's too scary!"

After Ming Yi's astonishment passed, he didn't have such a big reaction as the two of them, but he was a little happy.

"Isn't it just right that he can see us? I still want to be friends with him."

The astonishment on the faces of the curly-haired and flat-haired two little ghosts increased: "Ming Yi, are you crazy? He is a Taoist priest who knows mysteries and carries a yellow talisman with him. If he doesn't like us and wants our ghosts to die, then We're going to be out of our wits!"

Ming Yi frowned: "How can it be so serious."

The two brats with curly hair and flat hair were a little angry: "I think you are smart and wormy. Seeing that he is good-looking, he doesn't care about anything. If you don't leave, the two of us will be leaving. This is no joke." .”

Ming Yi thought for a while and said, "Okay, you guys go first, I'll go back by myself later."

The two ghosts shouted in unison: "Ming Yi!"

Ming Yi reassured them and said, "It's not as serious as you two thought. We are good ghosts and we didn't hurt anyone. The Taoist wouldn't kill us for no reason. , not necessarily my opponent."

Seeing that he didn't listen to persuasion at all, the two little ghosts were so angry that they couldn't speak, and finally left him and left in a huff.

Just as they were arguing, Cao Xuanhe and the short fat man had already walked back, ready to get in the car and leave.

Ming Yi quickly floated to the man's side, just in time to hear his muffled cough, thought it was the ghost energy on his body that had hit him, and quickly took a few steps away.

Cao Xuanhe glanced at him, said nothing, and stepped into the back seat of the car.

Seeing that they were going to leave, Ming Yi felt hesitant. Thinking that his daughter-in-law, who hadn't been coaxed, was about to fly away, he was a little unwilling, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, and got in through the passenger window.

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