I'm just a courier boy

"Money?" Jiang Miaomiao looked down at the stack of Ming coins in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "You mean this?"

The little boy nodded timidly.

"Your family members..." Jiang Miaomiao paused for a long time before continuing, embarrassingly, "Didn't they burn it for you?"

The little boy nodded sadly, then shook his head again.

Immediately, Jiang Miaomiao felt affection for him. This little guy was probably a poor little guy whose parents didn't love him, so he handed over the wad of ghost coins: "No, I'll give it to you." Anyway, he doesn't need it.

The little boy shook his head: "I can't take it."

Jiang Miaomiao was even more embarrassed: "Do I still have to burn it for you?"

The little boy bit his finger and nodded.

Jiang Miaomiao looked confused: "Okay, then you go home with me? I don't have a lighter with me." He is a good man who doesn't smoke or drink, not to mention that even if he brought a lighter with him, it is impossible to burn it on the street. paper money?

The little boy nodded obediently.

...How can the sense of sight be broken when there is a weird abduction of Xiao Zhengtai?

No, he called ghosts into the house!

Jiang Miaomiao was in a delicate mood, he wasn't totally defenseless, no, he had the heart to guard against ghosts, but at this moment he had the magic weapon in his hand, and he killed that female ghost who looked so powerful, so what was he afraid of?

So he took the little boy ghost back home silently, and as he walked, he found that this familiar road home, which he had traveled thousands of times, suddenly became a little strange, and there seemed to be a lot more people on the street than usual , But if you look closely, you will find that those "people" are not people at all!

Some still maintain a healthy appearance, but some are more immoral, with broken arms, legs, or even heads, some with a kitchen knife stuck in their chest, some with pale skin and swollen bodies, and some need mosaics all over their bodies. ...

There are all kinds of ghosts wandering in the street, Jiang Miaomiao is very maladjusted, but he also understands that these ghosts should not appear suddenly, but exist already, but he couldn't see them before.

After getting the mysterious black phone, he was forced to open his yin and yang eyes, and he couldn't turn it off by himself.

When Jiang Miaomiao was looking at those ghosts, those ghosts were also looking at Jiang Miaomiao... the ghost coin in his hand.

He was keenly aware that those ghosts seemed to be salivating for the ghost coin in his hand, but they seemed to be afraid of something and did not rush to snatch it.

Jiang Miaomiao gradually calmed down.

Because he lives on the top floor, he has to climb up the long stairs. Fortunately, he is in good physical condition. Usually a little different.

Because he doesn’t have a stable job, he doesn’t come home at the same time every day. If he comes back before the end of work, there are basically no other people in the stairs. Most of the people living in this building are migrant workers who leave early and return late. Aberdeen, but today he saw a lot of people on the stairs.

Of course, it is the person who added the double quotes.

Jiang Miaomiao thought silently, this building has been built for decades, and it doesn't seem strange that some people have died... Although he understands the truth, it still feels weird to think about living in the same building with so many ghosts.

etc!What if he also has one at home!

Should he cast the ghost out, or should he cast it out?

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he opened the door with anxiety.

The decoration of the small three-bedroom house that Jiang Miaomiao rented is very ordinary, it can even be said that there is no decoration, only the walls are painted, the floor is laid, and some old furniture that has been used for many years, what kind of ceiling, what kind of TV There are no modern decorations such as walls, and even the only high-tech TV is a black and white TV set more than ten years ago. There is no air conditioner or washing machine. The laptop in his room is He bought it by himself when he was in college. The second-hand goods he bought from the second-hand market have no other problems except frequent crashes and automatic shutdowns.

By the way, that TV also has problems with automatic channel turning and automatic switching.

The moment Jiang Miaomiao walked into the living room, the TV that was playing some program suddenly turned off automatically.

"..."

Although this scene happened often in the past, today Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help but the corners of her mouth twitched crazily.

He used to think that there was something wrong with the TV at home that often turned on and off automatically, but he didn't find out until now—hell!It's just a ghost playing tricks!

I saw a bald old ghost lying and floating in front of the TV, picking his feet nonchalantly while taking his fingers off the switch.

Jiang Miaomiao was silent, it turned out that there really was a ghost in his house!

It's fine if there's no good-looking beauties and ghosts, but at least some normal ones, what kind of trouble is a bald old man who picks his feet!

The old ghost didn't seem to know that Jiang Miaomiao had witnessed everything, and continued to lie and pick his feet until the little boy ghost who was following Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help giggling.

Only then did the old ghost discover the existence of the little boy ghost, so he made a face at the little boy ghost, pulled his mouth with his fingers, and stuck out a piece of his tongue.

The little boy giggled and said to Jiang Miaomiao, "He actually put his hand in his mouth, what a slob!"

"You are the sloppy!" The old man blew his beard and stared angrily, but soon he realized, "Wait! Are you talking to him?"

The little boy ghost giggled: "Of course! Because the big brother can hear me!"

"How is this possible? He clearly..." The old man's eyes widened.

Jiang Miaomiao finally spoke, and he sneered: "So it's you! It turns out that every time I watch TV, the TV suddenly switches channels. It's not something wrong, but you are playing tricks!"

"Who told you to watch ocean documentaries often! What's so good about water and fish! Why don't you watch TV dramas!" The old man retorted subconsciously, but soon he was dumbfounded, "Wait! You can really hear me Already? Can you still see me?"

"It turns out that every time I came home early and saw the TV automatically shut down, it was you who played tricks!" Jiang Miaomiao suddenly realized, "So, then I was playing with the computer and suddenly it turned off automatically, is it also you who played tricks?"

"Damn kid! I was reminding you to go to bed early! Be careful of sudden death!" the old man said angrily.

Jiang Miaomiao was very angry at first, but every time his computer automatically shuts down, it is indeed in the middle of the night. Once the computer is shut down, he is not in the mood to restart it. After all, the broken and old second-hand computer takes several minutes to turn on every time, no matter what he stays up late. His interest in things was interrupted, and he usually climbed into bed obediently and went to sleep.

The old ghost said sadly: "I stayed up all night and died suddenly! You are still so young!"

Jiang Miaomiao was in a complicated mood. He wasn't moved by the old man's words, but he suddenly thought of that human monk... the monk who picked him up after his transformation but disappeared suddenly seven years ago, maybe The monk did not disappear, but died.

Maybe the monk didn't leave him, but was still by his side, but because he couldn't see the ghost, he thought the monk had left.

The old ghost was talking excitedly, but Jiang Miaomiao suddenly grabbed his neckline: "Have you ever seen a ghost beside me? A good-looking young man! There is a tear mole in the corner of his left eye!"

"When? I didn't know before you moved in, but after you moved in...no!" The old man replied in a daze, and suddenly he yelled, "Wait! Can you touch me? How dare you touch me? Can you still meet me?!"

Jiang Miaomiao didn't care about the old man's yelling, but frowned and thought about it. He moved here seven years ago after he was admitted to university. He didn't want to harm his classmates, so he didn't live in the dormitory arranged by the school. The cultivator just disappeared at that time... It seems that it is not what he just guessed.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! You, a big living person, can touch me? So I misjudged you kid! So you are not an ordinary person!" The old ghost was still yelling.

Jiang Miaomiao was upset and couldn't help shouting: "If you keep making noise, I will kick you out!"

"I'm the owner of this house! An aborigine!" The old man's eyes widened in anger, "You can't do this!"

"The owner of this house? The landlord is obviously a middle-aged man..." Jiang Miaomiao frowned slightly, and was particularly picky.

"That's my son!" The old man snorted, "You can tell by our looks! He follows me!"

Jiang Miaomiao took a look: "You can't tell from the looks, but the baldness is the same."

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and then snorted for a long time: "Let's do it! I know you don't want to live in the same house as the ghost, but this is my home, and I will definitely not leave, and you are so poor that you can't rent a house." We have moved to another house, how about we take a step back and live in peace?"

Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes: "It's not good, your son has already rented the house to me, even if you are the former landlord, there is no reason to live with the tenant."

The old man snorted and said, "Is it okay to let my son exempt your rent?"

Jiang Miaomiao was a little surprised by the old man's generosity, but he didn't quite believe what the old man said: "How do you convince your son? Can he agree to such a thing?"

"Of course I can do it!" The old man snorted, "But... you have to pay me the rent!"

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the pile of ghost coins in his hand, and suddenly understood that this old ghost was also eyeing these ghost coins!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I heard that your son is quite filial, didn't he burn some for you?"

The old man rolled his eyes: "Don't mention it! Originally, the ghost coins in the world were worthless compared to the ghost coins in the underworld. Now the denominations of the ghost coins burned in the world are getting bigger and bigger, and the inflation is terrible! Now there are tens of billions in the world. You can only exchange one hundred Underworld coins for Hades coins!"