Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

After eight years of operation, their reputation as a ghost hunting group has spread out of Xiaohe Town, and their business has spread to several surrounding towns.

"It's a big business this time, and we can have this amount."

Huang Po couldn't suppress the excitement and money fanatic look on her face, she gestured her three fingers to Song Yan and old man Song.

"Three thousand?" Song Yan's tone was a little doubtful, but he was sure immediately.

If they can start with three thousand, he and the old man Song Huang will each get one thousand, which is worth their workload of running six or seven orders in the past.

"By the way, you are the only one who is smart."

Huang Po nodded, and at the right time, she took out a mirror from her arms to take a picture of herself, and added a little more pearl powder to her face to smooth out the traces of time on her face.

Not to mention, Song Yan and old man Song are used to seeing it, and they really think it would be more pleasing to the eyes to put more pearl powder on Huang Po's face.

The old man Song continued to row forward. Song Yan took out a bento box from his backpack, which contained an extra serving of sushi he had bought for breakfast. He ate six yuan himself, and the remaining four yuan went with the boat all the way and threw it into the river. Feed water ghosts.

"Can you come here? People die in this river every year..." Huang Po muttered, then took out her broken feather fan and fanned herself.

It was the end of June, and even sitting on the water in the evening could not stop the scorching heat coming from all directions, especially since she was still wearing this deceitful rag jacket, which made her old woman die of heat.

Song Yan doesn't have any worries about Huang Po at all. His body temperature has been lower than normal people for many years, and his house is haunted by ghosts from time to time. Even in midsummer, he doesn't need air conditioners in his house, which saves electricity.

And this is the only benefit that Song Yan can be sure of after summarizing it several times.

"I can't feed them, I only feed the loudest ones."

Song Yan replied in a low tone, if it wasn't for these ghosts making him louder, he wouldn't want to do it again, and his fear of seeing ghosts was almost digested in his childhood.

From the time he could remember to the present, he has encountered countless ghosts, but the vast majority of ghosts are not a threat to ordinary people. They are more like a persistent obsession. Scientifically speaking, they are brain waves or special magnetic field responses.Of course, science does not exist in Song Yan's world.

And what Song Yan dislikes about them the most is that they are too noisy!

When Huang Po heard the words, she glanced at Song Yan quietly, with a little awe and envy in her eyes...

As an absolute expert who has been in this industry for 40 to [-] years, she can count the number of times she has seen ghosts on one hand, but Song Yan is born with yin and yang eyes, and she is a unique genius in their industry.Now it's not just rumored in the town, but she is really considering whether to pass on the mantle to Song Yan.

"Tell me about the situation over there." Song Yan turned his head to look at Huang Po, with a more serious expression on his face. After receiving thousands of commissions, he has to do the work well and look beautiful. This is a necessary occupation. Literacy, all three of them have it.

Huang Po nodded, and told Song Yan and Old Man Song carefully, of course mainly for Song Yan, Song Yan is the main force in ghost-related work.

This time they are working in an old family in Heisha Town, the Mu family. Their family has moved to a big city long ago. Ask a few servants to clean and take care of them.

But since more than ten years ago, the Mu family has been degraded, making more and more money, but also suffering more and more disasters.

Mr. Mu has a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man. Three of his four sons had accidents in the past ten years. The youngest son was sent abroad by him. few.

A year ago, Mr. Mu ran into a tall man and pointed out that the reason was in his ancestral home in Heisha Town. But when Mr. Mu invited him to go, the senior man saw him from a distance, so he retreated. , without saying a word, just walk.

"From last year to now, I heard that many people were invited to go, but there was still no result. A few days ago, someone died again in Mu's house."

Huang Po's voice is not pleasant to say the least, speaking these words in this wide downstream river channel, the effect is not much different from that of a horror movie played at the same time.

However, the three of them are not ordinary people. Old man Song continued to paddle his canoe steadily, while Song Yan looked thoughtful.

After a while, Song Yan asked, "Huang Po, are you sure we can get it done?"

Song Yan also heard that the wealthy family of the Mu family in the town next door said that with the capital of the Mu family, it is impossible to hire all people with no real skills.

Huang Po's witchcraft is sometimes ineffective, and his ability is limited to chatting with ghosts. If he really encounters some terrible ghosts, he is afraid that they will be the ones who can't eat them.

"You see, I'm the kind of person who overestimates what I can do."

Huang Po cast a sideways glance at Song Yan, she knew more than Song Yan did, and she would never dare to provoke the murderous creature in Mu's old house.

She took a breath and continued to explain, "We went this time to restrain the old servant who died in the Mu family this time. By the way, you can ask if you can get some different clues."

"Mu's family said that they will pay the 3000 yuan no matter whether the question is answered or not."

As Huang Po spoke, she glanced at the old man Song who was rowing silently, and then she looked at Song Yan again, "I discussed it with Old Song, this time you will contribute the most. He and I will each charge five hundred, and you will charge two thousand."

Without waiting for Song Yan to speak, she directly overwhelmed Song Yan's voice loudly, "That's it, boy, do you dare not agree?"

Song Yan stared at Huang Po for two seconds, then nodded lightly, "Okay...thanks."

Huang Po and Old Man Song were worried about his college expenses. He had saved some money over the years, so it should be fine for the first year, but Huang Po and Old Man Song would be unhappy if he didn't accept it.

Huang Po and Old Man Song are aliens and monsters in the eyes of ordinary people, but to Song Yan who is also alien, they are his only friends.

"Hi ho..." Old man Song also whispered, he meant that Song Yan was acquainted.

The wooden boat stopped at a small semi-abandoned pier outside Heisha Town, and they went ashore and headed for Heisha Town on foot.

Due to the new area planning, Xiaohe Town has become more lively at night. Heisha Town is separated by a river, and it seems like two worlds.

But at [-] o'clock in the evening, there were very few pedestrians on the streets of the town. At first glance, there were not many people who actually turned on the lights, and it was very cold.

"Not good, the three monsters from the town next door are here, close the door early, close it!"

The owner of a small shop saw the three people walking in the evening breeze, and his expression frightened him, and he immediately called his wife and son to come out to pack up and close the store. Song Yan and the three monsters in Xiaohe Town also expanded their business with them. Came to Black Sand Town.

"Grandma is a hereditary witch for nine generations, why is it so strange..."

Huang Po glanced at the shops that were closed one after another, and began to curse.

The monsters in these populations are not weirdos, but...monsters.In the eyes of these people, they are monsters that cannot be avoided.

Old man Song and Song Yan followed her, silent, they were used to all kinds of stares and comments.

After walking for more than 30 minutes, they arrived at Mu's old house in the North District of Heisha Town.

Song Yan's footsteps stopped, Huang Po and old man Song also stopped, Song Yan had a talent that they couldn't surpass in recognizing ghosts and catching ghosts.

"Continue to move forward," Song Yan whispered, he took the lead in walking, and at the same time he counted silently in his heart, one step, two steps, three steps... seven steps!

Song Yan took out his hand in his pocket, and swayed it lightly as he walked. When passing by the crooked man in front of him, he passed through like a green smoke, no doubt, this is also a ghost.

With his different-colored eyes at night, unless those ghosts look too strange, they are no different from living people in his eyes, and the only way to judge ghosts is to touch them.

Of course, he doesn't need to actually meet the vast majority of living people. He only needs to get close, and he can keenly perceive the temperature difference between each other's bodies, thus confirming his identity as a living person.

Only when the feeling of temperature difference was too inconspicuous, he would use his hands to confirm it again.

"What's wrong?" Huang Po asked Song Yan in a low voice, she was quite familiar with some of his habits.

Most of the time, Song Yan's hands were kept in his pockets, and he would take them out to touch them only when encountering ghosts.

The sanity of the vast majority of ghosts stays at the stage before death, in their obsessions. The price of harassing ghosts is definitely not as high as harassing living people.

In the matter of touching ghosts, Song Yan no longer has any psychological barriers in his long-term practice.

"It's nothing, an old ghost passing by," Song Yan said as he stopped again, and they had already arrived in front of Mu's house.

Huang Po slapped violently, and at the same time she felt the wind blowing, it also took the heat off her body. Immediately, her expression became serious, and she told Song Yan, "Whether you ask or not, it's between me and the old man." When Song has collected the body, our work will be over."

"En," Song Yan nodded earnestly, he stepped up and walked into the small door opened on the left side of Mu's house.

Song Yan ignored the Mu family who were walking towards them, and nodded to Huang Po and old man Song, and walked towards the garden of Mu's old house.

The Mu family who wanted to stop Song Yan over there were also stopped by Huang Po.

"If you invite us to come, you have to do it according to our method. The key to this matter depends on him."

Mrs. Mu went to contact Huang Po this time with a middle-aged man. He stared at Song Yan's back for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding, "You two come with me..."

Song Yan didn't mean to wander around on purpose, he just wanted to find a more open place, and wait for the old ghost who died not long ago to come to him by himself.

The Mu family is worthy of being a wealthy family of several generations. The buildings are completely Jiangnan style, antique, and the garden scenery is quite exquisite. It's just that no matter how beautiful the place is, it is less popular, and it looks ghostly at night.

Song Yan sat on the stone bench in the garden of Muzhai, folded his arms and sat silently, 1 minute, 2 minutes... 10 minutes passed, except for a little wind, there was no movement in his ears.

"Could it be that the old servant died normally, without obsessions, and without transforming into a ghost?"

Song Yan murmured in his heart, and continued to abide by his professional ethics. After an hour passed, he got up and didn't intend to wait any longer. He wanted to go find Huang Po and the others.

Song Yan stepped out, one step, two steps... He suddenly stopped, and looked sideways, there was only a shadowy tree, a very ordinary-looking white magnolia tree.

The wind blows, and several petals of white magnolia flowers fall...

There is no ghost, such a hundreds of years old house is completely beyond Song Yan's expectations.