My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Cao Xuanhe: Yes

Yin Youran: Do you want me to have someone check the Song family.

Cao Xuanhe: Good

Yin Youran asked again: You don't intend to let the kid know about this?

Cao Xuanhe: He won't let me continue the investigation

Yin Youran: Tsk tsk, why?

Yin Youran: I don't think your guy has the character of Baozi either.

Cao Xuanhe: Worried that I would do something and bear bad karma.

Yin Youran: Tch, you have so many murder debts on your body, what's worse than this one?

Cao Xuanhe: Don't let him know

Yin Youran: I know I know

Just as Cao Xuanhe was about to put down his phone, he saw a message from Yin Youran.

Yin Youran: By the way, I just received news that there were many ghosts roaming the streets last night.

Yin Youran: Do you have time tonight?

Yin Youran: Help me find out what's going on?

Cao Xuanhe: Never mind

Yin Youran: Ah, why?

Cao Xuanhe roughly explained the whole matter.

After hearing this, Yin Youran learned of Ming Yi's identity, and sent several shits in succession!

Yin Youran: Brother, how lucky are you to find a daughter-in-law who is the grandson of the City God!

Yin Youran: Let me explain that Yiwang is not an ordinary ghost.

Yin Youran: Tsk tsk, then you will be busy in the future

Yin Youran: Not only is he responsible for the affairs of the yang world, but he also helps manage the underworld.

Yin Youran: Both worlds of yin and yang take it all

Yin Youran: Speaking of which, is Ming Yi's grandfather Ming Weihai who rescued hundreds of people by himself?

Cao Xuanhe: I don’t know

Yin Youran: The kid hasn't brought you to meet your parents yet?

Yin Youran: Didn't you often go to the Town God's Temple to send off little devils before?

Yin Youran: Maybe Mingyi will have taken a fancy to you at that time

Yin Youran: But you let out so many brats at once, is it really all right?

Yin Youran: These brats were more fierce than each other before.

Cao Xuanhe:.

Yin Youran: Well, I'm not doubting your ability, I'm just asking casually, you think I'm farting!

Cao Xuanhe saw that he had nothing serious to say, so he replied with two words: down.

Yin Youran: Hey, I haven't finished talking yet!

After five o'clock in the evening, the sun is westward, and the time has entered the alternation of yin and yang.

Ming Yi felt that Yang Qi was weakening little by little, and Yin Qi was gradually increasing. He woke up leisurely, and caught a glimpse of Cao Xuanhe who was still sitting by the window reading a book, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Daughter-in-law, what time is it?"

Cao Xuanhe glanced at the phone and said, "Five forty-two."

Ming Yi yawned, stretched his waist, and asked, "Are Cao Zhong and the others going out tonight?"

"Yeah." Cao Xuanhe put down his book and said, "Recently, they will go out to inspect."

Ming Yi glanced at the bottles and cans on the shelf, and said a little embarrassedly: "Isn't this not very good?"

After all, they are just helping out, and they are not obliged to patrol around like ghost messengers who clock in and go to work every day.

Cao Xuanhe said indifferently: "It's okay, they are very busy."

Although these little ghosts signed a ghost contract with him, Cao Xuanhe would not restrain them at ordinary times. Of course, the premise was not to do too much.

Seeing that Ming Yi was still uneasy, the man stepped forward to comfort him and said, "Don't feel pressured, they usually have nothing to do, so it's good that they can go out for a stroll now."

At this time, a crisp voice sounded: "Yes, the master is right, you don't have to feel embarrassed tomorrow, we usually have a lot of free time, now we not only have things to do, but also beat the kid reasonably, we are happy. "

Ming Yi recognized Xiao Ling's voice, and nodded with a smile: "Well, it's fine if you don't find it annoying."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and sent dozens of red envelopes in the [Qinglin City Underworld Guard] for everyone to grab.

Ming Yi: In the next period of time, everyone will have to work hard.

The group immediately became lively, everyone was busy grabbing red envelopes, and took the time to reply: No hard work.

Maybe it was Ming Yi's red envelopes to warm up the scene. The little devils who were shy to chat in the group before gradually talked more.

Some of the talkative ones also took the initiative to chat about what they saw and heard during the inspection last night. Two brats actually beat up five or six brats who bullied the market in one night, not to mention how cool it was.

There are also little ghosts who say that they have not encountered any evil spirits after coming down all night, and they have no chance to show their fists at all, so they are very depressed.

Ming Yi saw their chat content, it was very funny.

There are a few more of them, always posting...

At first, Ming Yi thought they were speechless about the content of other ghosts' chats, but after watching too much, he couldn't help asking those little ghosts why they only posted...

Then those few ghosts were changed to '. 'or','

At this time, a little ghost jumped out and explained: My brother can't read a lot of Chinese characters, and he was curious about what was discussed in the group, so he asked me to tell him, and he posted... in the group to express his agreement.

Only then did Ming Yi realize that among the little ghosts Cao Xuanhe took in, some of them were old ghosts from ancient times.

At that time, children from poor families could not even have enough to eat, let alone go to school to read and write.

He also noticed the number of ghosts next to the group name, only (21).

Last night, Cao Zhong said that fifty or sixty had passed, how come there are not even half of the little ghosts in this group?

At this time, it was nearly six o'clock, Cao Xuanhe took out Ming Yi's small tablet, and reminded: "Ming Yi, let's go."

Ming Yi withdrew his thoughts, responded casually, put the mobile phone in his pocket, responded casually, dissipated into Yin Qi and slipped in.

This time, Cao Xuanhe didn't put the small tablet in his pocket, but played with it in his hand.

Qiao Fan, who was tidying up the shop, saw it and asked with a smile, "Boss, is this your favorite new baby?"

Cao Xuanhe denied: "No."

Ming Yi in the memorial tablet was very unhappy when he heard this, and when he walked out of the store, he complained: "What do you mean by that just now, that you despise my small tablet and don't deserve to be your treasure?"

Cao Xuanhe was startled, and said, "No."

Ming Yi snorted coldly: "It's not what it is, you can't say anything else besides not?"

Cao Xuanhe curled his lips slightly, and explained: "I mean, you are different from those things. You are not the one you like recently, but you are not just the one you have liked for a while, but you will always be the one you like the most in the future."

It was rare for Ming Yi to hear him utter such nasty words, so he couldn't help hiding in the tablet and secretly laughing, pretending to be arrogant and saying: "This is more or less the same."

Cao Xuanhe walked out of the alley, with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding a small tablet.

Ming Yi said: "By the way, daughter-in-law, are there many ancient ghosts in your store?"

Cao Xuanhe asked: "What's wrong?"

Ming Yi chatted in the group just now, and ended up saying something about the kid being illiterate.

Cao Xuanhe nodded and said, "Normal."

Ming Yi: "Just now I discovered that most of the brats are not in the group, and I don't know if they don't like it, or for some other reason."

Cao Xuanhe thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because I don't have a mobile phone."

"Some of the little ghosts in the store have died for hundreds of years, and they don't know these smart devices at all, and no one would think of burning sacrifices for them."

Ming Yi frowned and sighed: "Then how boring they are."

There are no entertainment items in the underworld, and they dare not play those items for living people, for fear of accidentally scaring people.

I usually rely on my mobile phone and those games produced by the underworld to pass the time.

Cao Xuanhe: "Even if it's burned, they won't fiddle with it."

Ming Yi disagreed: "If you don't know it, you can learn it. Sister Juan, Cao Zhong, and Xiao Ling are also ancient brats, but I think they play very well, and I don't think there is any gap after getting along with them."

Cao Xuanhe didn't refute, but just hummed lightly.

Ming Yi thought for a while and said, "Aren't there many modern kiddos in your shop, then let them teach one-on-one, since they are free on weekdays anyway."

"Let me tell you, life in the underworld is really boring. You have to find something for yourself. Otherwise, you won't be able to survive for tens or hundreds of years."

Cao Xuanhe continued to nod: "En."

Ming Yidao: "Since no one worships them, I'll buy them for them when I have time, as a rewarding gift to thank them for helping me maintain the law and order of the underworld during this time."

Cao Xuanhe tapped the small tablet with his index finger, and said, "I'll do it."