My name is Xi Feng. When I was born, I was destined to live an ordinary life because my family is a unique family. Although my mother is an ordinary woman, my father is a very unique person in the world and his profession is unique in the world.

When I was a child, in our ancient town, the tradition of men raising families and women taking care of their husbands and children was still in the ancient town. Because my father had a mysterious profession, he had been single-handed for nine generations, and strictly abides by the ancestors' teachings and kept his mouth shut to his wife. My mother was a very law-abiding woman, and she never asked if her father didn't say anything. Therefore, my mother married her father for many years, but she never knew what her father was doing.

What career did my father do?

Ghost Story Store!

The so-called ghost affairs are just for ghosts. No matter whether the ghost is sick or injured, bullied by ghosts, or all the grievances suffered in the world, they will be taken care of. As for the stranger, they will not care about anything.

The one who passed down this profession was my ninth generation elder, Taizu, who was once the descendant of Maoshan. He learned the authentic Maoshan technique. After his debut, he was famous in the world. He realized a truth when he was old, which can be regarded as a summary. Eliminating ghosts and demons can only make the world safe for a while, and not the root cause. The root cause lies in ghosts and evil. If you want to cure the root cause, you must start from ghosts and evil. There are many reasons for harming the world, but few people harm others for no reason. Most of them have deep resentment before death, no one worships after death, no one has offered them after death, and no Yin doctors to cause any serious changes in their emotions, and they are bullied by ghosts or encounter difficulties, so they retaliated against the world.

Grandpa Taizu decided to open a special ghost store to solve these problems and soothe their emotions. This would make the underworld less evil ghosts and more peace in the world.

Speaking of this, someone may ask, all the customers recruited by this store are ghosts, they only have ghost coins and cannot pass through the world. How can our family live?

Hehe, you don’t need to be CAO. My grandfather Taizu is very smart. He helps ghosts once and collects one ghost tooth. Using Taoist alchemy, hundreds of ghost teeth can be refined into a black pearl. This thing is a valuable treasure in ancient times and now. At the current market price, one is more than 100,000 yuan. In a year, there are always hundreds of ghost teeth that are recorded, and the income is quite considerable.

Since I was born, my father hung a peach wood sign on my neck, with the words "ghost affairs" engraved on it. One is to ward off evil spirits, and the other is to indicate my identity. It is the next descendant of the ghost affairs store, and all ghosts avoid it. Since I was sensible, my father began to teach me Maoshan art. At that time, it was the era of filial sons who were filial. If you don’t want to learn or be lazy, you either eat bamboo boards or have a flower on your butt. No matter how stubborn you are, you will have to repair it.

Later, when I went to elementary school, my classmates saw the wooden sign on my neck and made fun of me as a Yin-Yang person (a person with abnormal mentality). The teacher also specifically asked me to not hang this feudal superstitious thing. When I got home, I cried and didn't wear this thing, but my father was stern and said that feudal superstitious things were. If I hadn't done this business, I wouldn't know how many harms in the world would have been, and today your teacher wouldn't dare to say this. The sign cannot be picked, otherwise it would break my legs.

My father was very strict, and when he got angry, I didn't dare to say anything. Seeing that I was wronged, my mother changed my collar and asked me to stuff the wooden sign into my clothes without revealing it. This would reduce a lot of humiliation at school. But I was still unhappy and had to take this trick every day to sleep. However, something that happened later made me fully understand my father's painstaking efforts.

It was in the second grade, one morning when we went to school. There was a pond between our family and the primary school. In winter, the climate in the north was very cold and the ice was thick. Several of us classmates went to school together. When we passed by the pond, we couldn't help but want to go down to skate. Although before going out, my father often told me that many people had drowned in the pond and never go down to play. But when the children were playing, they had already thrown these instructions behind their ears.

"Xiami, come here, there is a hole here, let's catch fish and play." Ermao waved his hand in the center of the pond and called me.

Because I have grown thin since I was a child, they all called me Xiami. Two other classmates were slid on the ice and were happy. If they couldn't get over, I ran to the front. Ermao was pulling up the sleeves of the cotton jacket and stretching his entire right arm into the ice cave. I squatted on the side and asked excitedly if he had touched the fish. He said he had touched it and was about to catch it.

I was so happy that I didn't mean to be greedy or fun at that time, and I helped him grab his arm and pull it out. As a result, the fish was too big and we pulled it down and the two of us fell on the ice together.

Ermao cried loudly and said that the big fish bit his finger and couldn't pull it out. I was also panicked and quickly called the other two classmates who were skating to help. However, our small body boards were not very strong enough. Ermao was pulled into the ice hole, and a splash of water appeared and disappeared on top of his head.

After the splash turned over, a pale human face was faintly revealed, which was very scary. The face suddenly stretched out a long tongue, as long as the tongue of a hanged ghost in the play, and it wrapped around my neck and pulled it down hard. I was so scared that I cried and pulled it back desperately. The two classmates also helped me hold me. When I struggled hard, the buttons of the cotton jacket collapsed, revealing the peach wood sign.

The human face immediately let go of its tongue, smiled at me, and suddenly disappeared.

We ran back to the town and called for someone to rescue Ermao, and we would have died long ago. The three of us were all so scared that we lost our souls. This time, my father surprised me and took me home to explain to me that Ermao was taken away by the hook who drowned in the pond two years ago. This man ran away from his wife and others, and he was mentally abnormal after his death. If my father hadn't given him medicine often, he would have caused more trouble. But when he saw the peach wood sign of ghost affairs, he would have let my life go, otherwise he would have ended up with Ermao.

Since then, I no longer thought about taking off this peach wood sign. Until I graduated from high school and worked as a soldier for three years, I have always carried it with me and never encountered any ghosts again.

After restoring, I found a job in the provincial capital and got a girlfriend. I planned to stay here and not want to go back. To be honest, the time when I was a child, I saw a face that time was always my nightmare. I didn’t want to inherit my ancestral property and deal with ghosts all day long. But things went against my wishes. Not long after, the bad news of my father’s critical illness came from my hometown, and I took my girlfriend back home quickly.

Before he died, my father said that he had already checked in the underworld. His life was 56 years old and life was over. Life and death were destined to be too sad. He asked me to take over the specialty store of ghost affairs because this was the legacy left by his ancestors. If there were boys in the family, they had to inherit it. If there were boys in the family, they would be inherited by the eldest son. Unless there were no children in the family, the incense would be cut off.

I really hate myself for not being a girl because I don’t have to get into this matter. Under my father’s eager gaze before his death, can I say no? He finally said, “I have been a soldier for three years and have not been by his side, and I have not learned many skills. There are ancient books he passed down in the store, and all magics are in it. He has only learned trivial things in his life, and he has to work hard to surpass his and my grandfather’s achievements.

My father died after saying that. Seeing his satisfied smile, I knew he was relieved because I promised to take over the store, and I made up my mind that for my father, I would never change my career in my life.

My girlfriend is very realistic and asked me a total of one question: "Do you still go back to the provincial capital?"
Chapter completed!