I looked at the fat man and asked, "Hey, buddy, why are you..." The last word death stuck in my throat and didn't say it.

I thought about it, but changed the word and said, "Why are you gone?" After all, ghosts are very sensitive to the word "death".

The little fat man took a sudden breath of cigarette and swallowed the smoke into his throat. The ghost's throat was transparent, and he could see the smoke circling in its throat and then spit it out.

"Oh, I'm distracted by looking at my phone and browsing my circle of friends across the street, but I was hit by a car..." The little fat man said helplessly.

When I heard this, I immediately choked and coughed.

There are too many head-down people now. Wherever they go, they see wherever they go, sometimes danger comes, and they are still immersed in the world of mobile phones. This little fat man is also miserable.

I talked to the little fat man a little, from my circle of friends to Jobs and from Jobs to the Ghost City of Fengdu. I asked him if he had seen Jobs below.

The little fat man shook his head and said no. It smiled and said that if there were any, it would probably be that everyone in the underworld would use Apple 8.

I asked the little fat man why the chickens were crowing, and it hadn't returned to the underworld yet?

The little fat man asked for another cigarette and told me that it was a dead ghost and could not enter the underworld. He could only sleep in the grave when the sun rose.

After saying that, the little fat man yawned: "I'm sorry, I'm so sleepy, I'm going home..."

Then its figure became more and more empty, and finally faded into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared.

I waved to the fat man, saying goodbye.

The work and rest time of ghosts is the opposite of that of humans. During the day, humans have to work and at night, but ghosts are just the opposite. They have to rest during the day and come out with various activities at night.

After the cold wind blows all night, my head becomes much clearer. Thinking that there might be a big battle tonight, I immediately took a taxi back to the store to prepare the materials!

When I opened the store, Yin Xinyue was not asleep yet and was walking around in the living room. Because she hadn't slept all night, her eyes were red and looked very distressing.

"Husband, you are finally back." When Yin Xinyue saw me coming back, she rushed into my arms: "Why are you back now? You don't even answer your phone, so you're worried about me..."

I rubbed Yin Xinyue's head: "The phone is out of power and it's automatically turned off."

Yin Xinyue wanted to ask me something, so I waved my hand and said that I wanted to accumulate my energy, otherwise everyone would die tonight.

Maybe it was because the burden on my body was too heavy, and in a short while, I fell asleep.

In my sleep, I dreamed that countless things flew past my eyes. There were salt, black dog blood, red chopsticks and talismans, and countless terrifying faces of ghosts... Suddenly, a voice in my mind kept roaring: I want to kill you, I want to kill you.

I was so scared that I was sweating all over, and I sat up suddenly, and couldn't help but scream.

The moment I sat up, I instinctively pulled out the ghost-killing swords beside the pillow and looked around vigilantly. I found that there was no yin energy, so I felt relieved. Damn, I thought that the yin spirit could be so strong that it attacked me in my sleep.

The bedroom door opened with a click.

Yin Xinyue ran in with an anxious look on her face: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

I smiled: "It's okay, I'm having a nightmare..."

Yin Xinyue looked at me with heartache, took out a tissue to wipe the cold sweat from my forehead: "Husband, why don't we worry about it? We left overnight and went abroad. I don't believe that the ghost can still be found abroad."

I shaved Yin Xinyue's nose: "Little fool, Yin Ling has no borders, and the Yin Ling has already argued with us. No matter where we go, it will find us. Besides, it is also about Sister and Brother Deng. We cannot harm consumers."

Yin Xinyue was amused by my words: "Consumer? Are Sister Guan and Brother Deng consumers?"

I nodded seriously: "Yes, isn't I a consumer if I spend money to buy Ping An?"

After such a fuss, I lost all my sleepiness. So I got up and took a shower. Yin Xinyue made a cup of ginseng tea for me and cooked a bowl of egg noodles for me.

I drank ginseng tea and ate the love egg noodles cooked by my wife. I really hope that it would be great if my life could always be so peaceful and comfortable.

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I immediately shook my head. Don’t think about the impossible. Yinwu merchants are destined to have ups and downs for the rest of their lives. Once they step into this circle, they will never be able to live an ordinary life again.

Yin Xinyue took the bag and car keys and told me that there was no rice in the store and she wanted to go to the supermarket to buy some rice.

I said ok, but after Yin Xinyue went out, I felt a little awkward again. I don’t know if I can spend it safely tonight. What rice Yin Xinyue still buys, and I don’t know if we have the fate to eat it?

Suddenly, a clear noun appeared in my mind.

Yes! Grain rice.

I remember the T-shirt man once told me that grave rice has the function of isolating yang energy, which is much better than ordinary sunshades. If I could find grave rice to isolate everyone's yang energy, and then paired with the double swords of ghosts and gods, I might be able to escape tonight.

When I thought about it, I immediately called Sister Guan and asked her to go find the grave rice with me.

Sister Guan agreed repeatedly on the phone, saying that she would drive over to pick me up.

After a while, Sister Guan arrived downstairs of my house. I calculated the time and distance. My goodness, she must have rushed over at a speed of 100 miles per hour. Thinking about it, the scene was a bit thrilling!

As soon as I got into the car, Sister Guan immediately turned the front of the car and drove all the way to the cemetery in the suburbs.

More than two months have passed since the Qingming Festival, and there is still a while before the July Half Ghost Festival. I don’t know if I can find the rice in the grave? But now I can only try it.

The cemetery in Xiao District is very large. Sister Guan and I divided the work and searched in one direction. I looked south and Sister Guan searched north.

In the old society, there were often four types of things used to worship ancestors, namely, mundane coins, incense candles, paper thorns and grave rice. grave rice is rice that is often eaten at home. It is best to fill it with a small bowl used by the deceased, pile it into the shape of a hill, place it in front of the grave, and insert three incense sticks on the rice, so that the sincerity of future generations can be shown.

However, there are special people cleaning the cemeteries nowadays, and many of the tombs are clean. Occasionally, some things are placed, but they are just leftover incense burners and paper. Where can there be rice on the grave?

After searching for about a hundred graves, I still found nothing. I was about to give up. I picked up my phone and asked Sister Guan with the last glimmer of hope.

As a result, my sister's tone was also very sad at the end of the phone.

Alas! I sighed softly. Without grave rice, the decisive battle tonight will have much less chance of winning. Is it destined that I will find Zhang Jiulin in such a disaster?

Suddenly, a roar came from a grave next to me: "Who is fucking sighing outside, disturbing me to sleep."

This is the sound of a ghost. Since my spiritual power has increased, my ears have been particularly sensitive and I can hear the movements of ghosts within a range of 100 meters.

I quickly said to the source of the voice, "I'm sorry, I'm disturbing."

Ghosts are all very stingy. Although I see such a ghost killing one, it is best not to cause trouble.

The voice suddenly exclaimed: "Listen to your voice, it's so familiar!"

I thought to myself, no, right? Although I, Zhang Jiulin, are famous in the evil circle, have never made friends with ghosts.

I looked up curiously and found that the photo on the tombstone opposite was the fat guy who smoked with me in the park last night.

"Hey, it's you, why are you here?" Since it was daytime, the little fat man couldn't get out and could only stay in the grave and chat with me.

When I thought that since the little fat man lived here all year round, he must know the situation here. Which tomb has a grave rice in front of him? Isn’t it possible to ask him?

Sure enough, the fat man soon replied: "Walking from my tomb to the right, there is an old ghost who has grave rice in front of the tomb. I went there to eat it the day before yesterday, but I was scolded by the old ghost."

I quickly thanked me and looked in the direction the fat man said. Soon, a bowl of grave rice was found under an old man's tombstone. The rice was piled up into a small hill with three pillars of unburned sandalwood on it.

I quickly bowed to the tombstone and said, "Old man, I am in trouble today. I want to lend you rice to the grave! If you want, please receive three incense sticks."

After saying that, he lit the three pillars of unburned sandalwood, and the three pillars of incense rose at the same time and floated towards the tombstone. I was overjoyed, which meant that the old man agreed to my request and he was willing to lend me rice to the grave.

I took out the plastic bag and poured the rice in the grave.

After packing the grave rice, I said to the tombstone: "Thank you, old man. If I can survive this disaster tonight, I will have a thank you tomorrow!"

I brought the grave rice and called Sister Guan and told her that she had found it. Sister Guan jumped happily and asked if it was okay now.

Seeing Sister Guan’s happy look, I didn’t dare to tell her the truth, just nodded.

When passing by the little fat man's grave, the little fat man called me and told me not to forget to leave a pack of cigarettes for him.

I remembered that this kid had never done anything bad and helped me find the rice in the grave. I thanked him so I put the remaining bag of Yuxi on my body in front of the grave and kept a lighter.

I remembered the words of Yin Ling, and I didn't let anyone go! If the four of us scattered, it would be easy for this Yin Ling to take advantage of the situation and defeat them one by one, and then I would be passive.

Thinking of this, I called Yin Xinyue and told her to bring the travel bag I usually carry when I go out and meet up with Sister Guan’s house.

Yin Xinyue was silent for a long time on the phone, but finally sighed and said ok.

I know Yin Xinyue’s concerns, but as long as it is my decision, even if Yin Xinyue disagrees, she will fully support me. Unlike Li Mazi’s ex-wife Ruxue, who is not just noisy or tantrums.
Chapter completed!