In the three years since I took over the Ghost Story store, I have deeply realized what a normal life is like. Every night, it opens at the beginning of midnight (23 o'clock) and closes at the end of the morning (3 o'clock). Because this period is the active period of ghosts, there are no customers when it is too early, and after three o'clock in the morning, the chickens are almost crowing, and it is also the time when the ghosts go back.

When I got home at around three o'clock, I had to wash the blood on the ghost teeth I got and boiled them with potion for two hours before I dared to sleep. Otherwise, after the ghost teeth left the ghost body, they would lose their spiritual power and disappear at dawn. They would boil them into black liquid with special potion. This is the raw material for the black pearls. Put them into a sealed jar, and after I saved a solution of 100 ghost teeth, I could refine them into pearls and exchange them for cash. Because this thing is unknown and has been available for a long time, I can't take action. I can only find a buyer on the antique black market. Fortunately, there is no need to worry about this, and my father has left me a way out.

After doing these things at 7 o'clock in the morning, my mother prepared breakfast for me, I ate and went to bed, and it was only 4 o'clock in the afternoon before getting up for lunch. I suspected that my father died early, which was related to this abnormal life.

Today is the first day of the October lunar month, the Ghost Festival, which is a traditional festival. No matter north or south, they will worship their ancestors on this day. Some people who cannot return to the ancestral graves to worship often burn paper money at the intersection of their residence. It is said that there is a money shop in the underworld that is specifically responsible for receiving property. As long as your descendants burn it, they will distribute the underworld coins and items to you according to the registered directory.

But it is a folk legend. It is unknown whether the underworld money house is so responsible, whether it is a kickback or embezzlement in the middle. Unless you really go to the underworld, you should understand everything.

The business in the store is not too prosperous, with only one or two customers every day. Today, when the festival is coming, ghosts will be busy collecting sacrifices. I am afraid there will be no customers, so they hesitate to go or not. Finally, thinking about it, I can't sleep at night if I don't go, so it's better to go to the store to read books and think about some magic.

I went out and walked through a dark alley, and went to a small street, and turned 50 meters eastward. It was my shop. This was originally my old house, but later the town planned it and demolished the old house, leaving only two shops. The store door was still old-fashioned wooden boards, and there were no plaques on it. I was afraid that the word "ghost" would be hung, which scared people. The store door opened, but only one wooden board was opened, basically a half-foot-wide seam. It was enough for ghosts to come in. The people in the town knew that our store was not doing a grand and open business, and no one dared to approach it at night.

As soon as I sat in the store, I heard the sound of high heels outside. Whenever I heard this sound, I couldn't help but feel excited. I have not been able to get a partner for three years, so how can I not desire a woman? But the female ghost is spared.

A slim woman in white clothes appeared outside the crack of the door, and her face was particularly pale under the lights in the room. However, her lips were red and her eyes were filled with a sense of elegance.

I sneered, picked up the book from the table and read it, ignoring her.

"Why did you open a gap in your door? How could customers enter the door?" the woman said outside.

"It's a ghost who has his own way to come in." I didn't look up.

"Oh" the woman turned her body sideways, just drilled through her head, and squeezed in hard.

"Why don't you hang a plaque outside? It's so hard for me to find it." The woman rubbed her body and squeezed her pain and complained.

I still stared at the pages of the book, raised my right index finger and pointed at me diagonally above the back. The plaque was hung on the wall, with black characters on white background: Ghost Story Store! A line of small characters in the lower right corner: No one is allowed to enter!

"Then I've found the right place. I've been feeling unwell recently. Give me some medicine."

"You entered the wrong door and you should look for a doctor if you feel uncomfortable. Our store will not accept strangers." I said coldly without raising my head.

"What a stranger, acquaintance, don't you make money?" The woman was unhappy.

"The banknotes are like ghost money here. Go out. I won't argue with women, especially women wearing high heels."

"What's wrong with wearing high heels? Are you not allowed to wear high heels? Tell you, I'm still wearing stockings, look..." As he said that, he raised his slender legs and put them on the table.

I glanced at me with a squinted eye, couldn't help but feel a thump in my heart. I quickly waved the book and hit her leg: "Enough is enough, you don't look like a ghost, go out."

"Which point doesn't look like it?" she was stunned.

"The lips are too red, so you don't wear lipstick."

She said "oh" and turned around and squeezed out of the door and walked away. But not long after, she came back. This time she applied black lipstick to her lips. Under the dim light and a pale face, my god, this is even more terrifying than a real ghost.

"Hehe, there's no problem this time, I believe I'm a ghost, right?" She grinned, and there was a gloomy smell.

I almost fainted, looked into her eyes and said, "If the ghost had such energetic eyes, I'm afraid I could be resurrected by corpses."

"Oh, that's how it's done." She left again.

I looked up at the door and thought that this woman was definitely a girl who heard the sound. Where was she? Why did she come here to make trouble in the middle of the night? I was thinking about this problem, but she didn't expect that she would come back again. I wanted to wipe the foundation on her face, and after looking at her appearance, I decided to push it out and beat her up or XXOO.

"Does it look like this time? Haha, haha!" She had a pair of fake eyeballs inserted into her eye sockets for some reason, and kept giggling foolishly.

"It's even more like you put away the shadow." I was both angry and funny.

"Uh..." She looked down for a long time, and finally took off her fake eyeballs before she could see the shadow on the ground clearly, then turned around and squeezed out of the crack in the door.

It was simply inexplicable that I remembered to get up and want to close the store door, but I saw her squeezed back again. This time it was very fast, which was beyond my expectations.

"Are you playing tricks on me? I don't look like a ghost anymore. I don't do this by tossing people. I'm asking me to put away my shadow. Is that something humans can do? Take it to me!" The girl put her hands on her hips, looking fierce.

I almost sweated down my head and said unhappy: "I didn't ask you to pretend to be a ghost. You have to make trouble. Is your ghost a shadow?"

"Yes, ghosts should have no shadows, but there is no ghost in our house. I have never seen them before. How do you know what ghosts look like?"

This woman is so difficult to deal with. She was about to blow her out when she suddenly looked behind her and her eyes lit up and said, "Okay, then I'll let you see what the real ghost looks like. Come in." My last sentence was to scream behind her.

The girl was so scared that her whole body shook, she turned her head tremblingly, and asked in a low voice: "You... weren't you scaring me, aren't you?"
Chapter completed!