My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Cao Xuanhe squatted down in front of the tombstone, pursed his lips and did not speak for a long time.

Noticing that the little ghost was not in the cemetery, he raised his hand and stroked his photo, took out incense from the bag and lit it, and burned some yellow toilet paper.

He didn't burn gold ingots like the other little ghosts, but took out a few origami clothes and set them on fire.

Although Cao Xuanhe didn't want to admit it, but after Yin Youran asked him to watch the night, he couldn't calm down and read a book.

Later, I had nothing to do, so I simply folded the paper clothes.

When he was making paper clothes, Cao Xuanhe was still thinking about why he should burn his clothes if asked by Ming Yi, and what excuse he should use to answer him.

I didn't expect the kid to be away, so I didn't even have an excuse.

The flames kept beating, reflecting on Cao Xuanhe's handsome and cold face, adding a bit of beauty to him.

The flames were extinguished, and the surroundings returned to silence.

The man stood up and stared at the photo for two to three minutes before continuing to walk inside.

After he visited all the cemeteries in the west, it was already two hours later.

Cao Xuanhe thought, the kid probably hasn't returned to the cemetery yet.

After all, he is so playful.

I heard from Si Ling before that he always went out overnight and didn't return until dawn.

Even though he was thinking this way, he still didn't stop walking towards Ming Yi's cemetery.

Sure enough, the cemetery was still empty.

He retracted his gaze, kept walking, and continued to walk forward.

"Buzzing."

In the silent cemetery, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone is very obvious.

The phone was picked up, and Daize's low excited voice came from the other end.

"Boss Cao, I seem to have seen your kid."

Cao Xuanhe frowned: "What?"

Dai Ze: "It's that brat you trapped in the formation before."

Ming one?

Dai Ze: "They're here in the northeast corner. That kid in your family is really fierce. He beat an old ghost until his nose was black and his face was swollen. Would you like to come over and stop him?"

Cao Xuanhe: "...um."

After hanging up the phone, Cao Xuanhe walked in Dai Ze's direction.

In the northeast corner of the cemetery, in front of a cemetery, Ming Yi was trampling an old ghost with a wrinkled face under his feet, and said fiercely: "Say, dare you in the future!"

The old ghost repeatedly begged for mercy: "Don't dare, don't dare, please let me go, young master, I know I was wrong."

Ming Yi snorted coldly, kicked him, and said, "Get lost, next time I see you doing bad things, I'll screw your head off."

The old ghost repeatedly said yes, got up from the ground and quickly floated away.

After the old ghost left, the curly-haired ghost who was watching the play came over and praised: "Ming Yi, you are so fucking handsome when you beat the ghost."

Ming Yi snorted disdainfully: "When am I not handsome?"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the obedient old lady who was standing aside, afraid to speak, and asked, "Are you a new kid?"

The old lady nodded: "Well, she just died less than a week ago."

Ming Yi asked, "Have you registered at the Earth Temple?"

The old lady shook her head: "Not yet."

Ming Yi thought about it, probably because the ghost messengers in the Town God's Temple were too busy to take her to register before they had time, and as a result, they didn't even understand the most basic rules of being a ghost, no wonder they were deceived by other little ghosts.

"Curly hair, explain to her."

"okay."

The curly-haired ghost stepped forward, picked up a gold ingot in his left hand, and a wad of [-] million yuan bills in his right hand.

"Remember clearly, this banknote does not circulate in the underworld. It is just a sustenance and conjecture of living people. They think that the larger the amount, the better. It is best that they can be spent in the underworld. In fact, this stack can only buy one. fragrant."

After he finished speaking, he threw the stack of banknotes on the ground in disgust, and raised his left hand: "This gold ingot is the currency in circulation in the underworld. One gold ingot is equivalent to one hundred in the underworld, and it can buy a lot of things."

After he finished speaking, he kicked the copper money paper cut from yellow and white paper on the ground and said: "The amount of this kind is smaller than gold ingots, but it is also the currency in circulation in the underworld."

As the curly-haired ghost said, he wanted to put the gold ingot into his pocket, but Ming Yi kicked him hard on the ass.

"put it back."

The curly-haired ghost grumbled, and reluctantly put the gold ingot back on the ground.

It can be seen that the old lady's family is very kind to her. They burned a lot of things for her during the Ching Ming Festival, for fear that she would be wronged in the underworld.

Ming Yi pointed to the large pile of gold ingots, and said, "If you feel that these gold ingots are not safe to keep by your side, you can also deposit them in the local bank. You usually pay by scanning the QR code with your mobile phone when you buy things."

The old lady was surprised: "The underworld can also pay with mobile phones?"

Ming Yi waved his hand: "Of course, although the Yin world is not as good as the Yang world, it is not far behind."

After all, such a highly intelligent person will not be able to escape to the underworld in the end, and during the period of reincarnation in the underworld, he will easily get out the things in the underworld.

The old lady asked, "Then where do I save money?"

Ming Yi: "Earth Temple, stop by to register, get your tablet, and wait for your next reincarnation."

The old lady said hello again and again, looking at the cute and handsome little ghost in front of her with a nervous expression, she was at a loss and said: "Thank you so much today."

Seeing the kid next to him called curly hair kept glancing at the gold ingots at her feet, she immediately reacted, bent down and picked up a few gold ingots and handed them over.

"If you two didn't show up, I would definitely be cheated today. Take these as my thank you."

A bright smile appeared on Curly's face, and he was about to reach out to pick it up, but was stopped by a white hand that suddenly appeared.

"No need for grandma, you should keep it for yourself. The underworld is no better than the underworld. Most of the income comes from relative sacrifices. Some old ghosts who have been dead for a long time and have no one to worship will cheat in various forms. When you see them in the future Stay away, and if you are bullied by those evil spirits, you can go to the Temple of the City God to file a complaint, there will be ghost messengers to help you get justice."

Ming Yi gave a few more precautions. Seeing the old lady nodding repeatedly, as if she had written everything down, she didn't say anything more. Seeing the old lady pack up her offerings and put them in the urn, she left in peace. .

The curly-haired ghost watched the duck he got fly away, feeling very depressed, put his arm on Ming Yi's shoulder, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Brother, how could you do this, I have no relatives to worship for many years now, You can't just not give me any money."

Ming Yi: "If you want to make money, go catch evil spirits and get rewards. What are you thinking about with an old lady's money here?"

The curly hair was dissatisfied and said: "The old lady has so many gold ingots, why don't you give me a few, besides, those evil spirits will eat a kid if they catch them, how dare I."

When it came to the last sentence, his voice weakened.

Ming Yi took his hand off his shoulder, and said with disgust: "They only made more offerings in the past few years. After ten or twenty years, see if there are any relatives offering sacrifices."

"In the future, you will take the flatheads to wander around the streets. If you encounter evil spirits, you don't have to do anything. Just call me. I will catch them and exchange them for rewards, and share half of them with you."

The curly-haired ghost's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Ming Yi: "Yes."

The curly-haired ghost happily replied: "Okay, I'll take Xiaopingtou for a walk on the street tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he changed the subject: "By the way, didn't you find a living wife? Today is Qingming Festival. I see that your tomb is bare. Why didn't he come to offer sacrifices to you?"

Ming Yi sighed: "Don't mention it, we have nothing to do."

The curly-haired ghost was surprised: "Ah, what happened to you two?"

Ming Yi's spirit was instantly sluggish: "It's a hit, he doesn't want to be my wife."

The curly-haired ghost clicked his tongue: "Since he doesn't want to, then you should sacrifice for love."

Ming Yi suddenly developed a bit of fighting spirit: "How can it be done? How can I be crushed by others when I have a big attack? Forget it, I can only say that we are destined to have nothing to do..."

The two little ghosts walked farther and farther away, and their voices gradually became smaller until they disappeared.

After the two tombstones they passed by, Cao Xuanhe and Dai Ze came out, staring at the dark direction where the two little ghosts disappeared and remained silent.

Dai Ze was calm on the surface, but his flushed face betrayed his turbulent heart.

I'm going, it's shocking, not only did Cao Xuanhe really fall in love with a brat, but he was also ruthlessly dumped by the other party because of the collision problem!

Damn, if this gets publicized, Boss Cao's reputation will be ruined!

It was dark and silent.

Dai Ze coughed lightly, and tentatively asked, "Boss Cao, what shall we do next?"

Although the two were in the dark and Dai Ze couldn't see each other's face clearly, he could feel the icy aura emanating from Cao Xuanhe's body.

No need to think about it, Boss Cao's expression must be scary right now.

"go back."

Sure enough, with this icy voice, it was obvious that the other party was suppressing the monstrous anger.

Dai Ze boldly said: "Aren't we keeping watch at the cemetery?"

Cao Xuanhe snorted softly, and said angrily: "With him here, do we need to guard him?"

Dai Ze: "..."

Looking at the strength value of that brat, it seems... not very necessary.

Ming Yi didn't know that what he said made someone angry.

But in fact, he still has the second half of the dialogue with the curly ghost.

Ming Yi: "Forget it, I can only say that the two of us are destined for each other."

The curly-haired ghost asked: "Are you willing to just let go?"

Ming Yi lowered his head and sighed: "Of course I can't bear it."

The curly-haired ghost sneered: "That's all right. We've known each other for so long. I've never seen you interested in anything for more than a month. This time, you've been chasing him for half a year. Think about how you just wanted to meet him at the beginning." On the other hand, he has survived such a difficult time of squatting in front of someone's shop for a month, and now he has finally caught up with him, are you sure you want to give up?"

Ming Yi pouted: "At that time, I was only thinking about catching up with him to become my wife, and I didn't think it would be so hard to wait a month, but now Cao Xuanhe doesn't want to be my wife, what can I do?"

The curly-haired ghost said: "Come on."

Ming Yi: "What?"

Curly-haired ghost: "Chasing someone first and then breaking them, isn't it just a collision, there must be one party who bears it, and when he likes what you like and can't do without, you take the opportunity to overwhelm."

Curly-haired ghost: "Hey, that's not right, according to your high strength, can't you beat him?"

"..."

When the curly-haired ghost saw his expression of lovelessness, he instantly understood, and couldn't help sighing: "You can't even beat us, so in his eyes, we little devils are as easy as crushing ants?"

Ming Yi: "No, you are wrong."

The curly-haired ghost asked: "What's wrong?"

Ming Yi: "I am also an ant."

"..." The curly-haired ghost was silent for a moment, and couldn't help persuading: "Ming Yi, why don't we lie flat, we can't beat it, and we can't bear it, so what if you bear it?"

Ming Yi exploded in an instant: "Take a fart, I'm one!"

Curly-haired ghost: "But you can't beat him."

"..." Ming Yi continued to stick his neck and insisted: "Then I am also one!"

Curly-haired ghost: "Okay, just stick to being one, and when you miss the other party, don't hide and cry."

Ming Yi wanted to refute that no, but thinking about it carefully, if he really missed Cao Xuanhe, he might really cry.

Wuwuwu, Cao Xuanhe, you bastard, what are you doing so well, with that sickly delicate body, why not lie flat and enjoy yourself!

Seeing him like this, the curly-haired ghost couldn't help but add: "Think carefully, Cao Xuanhe and Zuoyi, which one do you choose?"

Ming Yi remained silent.

The curly-haired ghost didn't continue to persuade, and followed Ming Yi wandering around in the cemetery.

It may be that the last sentence really hit Ming Yi's pain point. In the second half of the night, he was sluggish and silent. Knocked out.

The curly-haired ghost knew that Ming Yi was venting his unhappiness again, so he didn't step forward to stop him.

If these brats dared to grab the offerings of other brats, they had to be prepared to be beaten.

It may be that the screams of these little ghosts are so fierce that the other little ghosts are afraid to act rashly.

Ming Yi floated around the cemetery twice, and found that there were no more evil spirits, so he bid farewell to the curly-haired ghost and drifted towards his own cemetery.

It was already five or six o'clock in the morning, and the sky would be bright.

Ming Yi walked to his own grave, and was about to get into the urn to continue self-isolation, when he caught a glimpse from the corner of the corner of his eye that the tombstone was covered with yellow straw paper, and several clothes were neatly stacked on top of the paper.

Ming Yi, who hadn't received an offering for many years, looked at the tombstone in disbelief. His name and photo were indeed on the stone tablet.

This is his grave.

But these clothes...

He picked it up and took a look, two sets of spring clothes, three sets of summer clothes, and a pair of sneakers. The folded paper clothes are superb, and one can tell that the other party must have been very careful when folding the paper, not the rough and foolish ones in the shroud shop. goods.

Ming Yi was stunned for half a second, his eyes turned red, he hugged all the clothes in his arms, and murmured with a choked voice: "Daughter-in-law."