You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 162 A ghost eats wax, sharpening a knife to kill a chicken!
Ok.

This is so Yang Shuai.

This guy even tried to show off in front of his relatives after his second uncle died, so naturally he wouldn't let go of such a golden opportunity!
"Old Chen, aren't you going? Zhang Xiaolong said he'd give you 50,000 if it works out."

"I have something to do, so I won't go. You can take this 50,000."

Chen Yang instructed over the phone: "You are my appointed underworld official. Catching ghosts and summoning souls is your duty. Gain more experience and become independent as soon as possible. Don't tarnish my reputation."

Yang Shuai thumped his chest loudly: "Don't worry, Lao Chen, I will definitely not hold you back."

Chen Yang did not take the matter to heart.

In his opinion……

This is just a trivial matter.

Haunted?

There are many haunted places these days; sending a ghost messenger there should easily solve the problem.

…………

Zhang Xiaolong, Chen Yang, Yang Shuai, Gu Jinghui, and Zhou Qiang were high school classmates, but their personal opportunities differed greatly.

Chen Yang, Yang Shuai, and Gu Jinghui are now working for the government, while Zhou Qiang inherited his father's construction company and has now changed careers to start a media company.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a media company like Madou, Elephant, or Jelly, but rather one in the "culture and entertainment" field. I heard they've signed quite a few female anchors, and the company has only been open for half a month, but they've already invested in two short dramas. The actresses are especially great.

Zhang Xiaolong wasn't so lucky. His grades weren't very good when he was in school, and his college entrance exam score didn't even reach the undergraduate admission line. After graduating from high school, he went to work in other places with other people from his village, doing exterior wall insulation and painting on construction sites.

Yang Shuai was absolutely right when he called him a sycophant and a two-faced man.

This guy was eloquent and could talk to anyone, saying whatever came to mind. He often managed to make the leaders on the construction site feel comfortable, and later transformed from a migrant worker into a small contractor.

now.

Zhang Xiaolong was on the first floor of the funeral home.

Yang Shuai sat down in his chair with an air of authority, hung up the phone with Chen Yang, and said, "Zhang Xiaolong, you heard it too... Chen Yang has things to do, so leave the ghost-catching to me."

"........."

Zhang Xiaolong's face was somewhat pale.

Yang Shuai, with his sharp eyes, asked curiously, "Why do you look so pale?"

"what?"

"Have it?"

Zhang Xiaolong forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and explained, "It's probably because my house is haunted and I haven't been getting enough rest these past few days."

While speaking, she secretly observed Yang Shuai's expression.

To be honest, he was scared by Yang Shuai!
He came to the funeral home today looking for Chen Yang... but instead of finding Chen Yang, he found Yang Shuai!
Zhang Xiaolong knew that Yang Shuai was dead, but he didn't know what happened to him afterwards... So in his opinion, Yang Shuai was a ghost, a hanged ghost!

Now, do you need to invite a hanged ghost to your home to help exorcise evil spirits?
This……

No matter how I think about it, it doesn't seem very reliable!

So Zhang Xiaolong stood up and said, "Since Chen Yang is busy, I'll come over when he has time... Sorry to bother you."

talking.

Then he was about to walk outside!

"Ok?"

Yang Shuai snorted coldly and said unhappily, "Zhang Xiaolong, what do you mean?"

In an instant, Zhang Xiaolong felt the temperature in the air drop sharply, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and goosebumps rose all over his body!

His body was as if it had been frozen in place, unable to move.

It's over! It's over!

Could it be that Yang Shuai has lost his mind and is trying to harm me?

on the chair.

Yang Shuai slowly stood up and walked to Zhang Xiaolong's side.

His scarlet tongue, which was more than a foot long, stuck out, and he said calmly, "What kind of person is Chen Yang? Why would he bother with a mere brat? Don't worry, I guarantee I'll handle things perfectly for you."

"........."

Zhang Xiaolong glanced at Yang Shuai's tongue, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He wanted to scream for help, but in this state, only his eyes could move; he couldn't speak at all.

Seeing Zhang Xiaolong cry, Yang Shuai quickly said, "Hey...we're classmates, it's just a small thing, why are you so moved to tears?"

He dispersed the yin energy that had been pressing down on Zhang Xiaolong and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go upstairs to get a magic weapon."

Yang Shuai turned around and floated upstairs.

Zhang Xiaolong tried it, and his body was indeed able to move.

He saw Yang Shuai go upstairs, then rushed out of the funeral home, opened the car door with lightning speed, got in, started the engine, and sped away until he left Yumin Street, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After going upstairs, Yang Shuai greeted Cat Master and said, "Cat Master, I'm going to my classmate's house to help him catch a ghost and earn some extra money!"

He took down the "painted skin" that was drying on the balcony, put it on, then took the soul-locking chain and wrapped it around his waist before carrying the mourning stick downstairs.

"What about people?"

Seeing no one on the first floor, Yang Shuai shook his head and cursed, "That bastard Zhang Xiaolong... he's really naughty!"

brush!
He transformed into a gust of cold wind, carrying the painted skin, the mourning staff, and the soul-locking chain out of the funeral shop and into the night sky. In just a moment, he sensed Zhang Xiaolong's presence.

Wow!

A gust of cold wind swept through, and they plummeted downwards. When Yang Shuai reappeared, he was already in the back seat of Zhang Xiaolong's Audi Q4, cursing, "You brat... you left without waiting for me?"

"what?"

"You don't want me to earn 50,000 yuan?"

Zhang Xiaolong was nearly scared to death. He instinctively slammed on the brakes, stopping the car in the middle of the road. He glanced back at Yang Shuai, his face filled with terror, and wailed, "Yang Shuai... I'll give you money... I'll give you money. I'll figure out how to deal with the ghost in my house myself, so please don't bother me, okay?"

"We've been classmates, please don't hurt me!"

"........."

Yang Shuai finally realized what was happening and angrily said, "You dog, what do you take me for? Don't you know that I am now a messenger of the underworld, specializing in taking souls and maintaining the order between the yin and yang?"
That's a good explanation.

Zhang Xiaolong's emotions finally stabilized.

He drove back to his hometown in the countryside—a town called "Baitugang" under the jurisdiction of Litong District, Wucheng.

After making money, Zhang Xiaolong helped his parents acquire more than ten acres of land in the village to grow Xixia jujubes. In order to take care of the jujube orchard, he simply built three more rooms next to the orchard, erected a courtyard wall, and built a farmhouse.

It was already 10 p.m., and with no other villagers living nearby, it was very quiet.

A household "solar panel street light" hangs under the eaves of the house in the courtyard. These lights cost around a hundred yuan online and can be fixed with any screw. They charge in the sun during the day and automatically illuminate at night. The light is dim when people are not close, but turns on when they get close. They are very popular in rural areas.

The Audi was parked outside the gate of the courtyard.

Yang Shuai got out of the car but didn't rush inside. Instead, he stood outside the courtyard, frowned, and said, "Such a heavy yin energy... What's going on? How did your family attract such a powerful guy?"

Zhang Xiaolong shook his head and said, "I don't know either... I've been working outside recently and only got home yesterday. When I got home, I found that my parents were acting strangely. I secretly looked it up online and it said that this situation could very likely be caused by a ghost. So today I quickly made an excuse to go out and find Chen Yang."

"Oh?"

Yang Shuai asked curiously, "What's the state of your parents?"

Zhang Xiaolong: "Their expressions were numb, their postures were stiff, and their eyes were lifeless... Moreover, I saw them stealing candles, incense ash, and raw meat from my grandmother's altar and the refrigerator, their mouths covered in blood!"

He looked at Yang Shuai cautiously and asked tentatively, "Yang Shuai... can you handle this?"

Yang Shuai sneered and said, "I am a ghost messenger appointed by Luo Feng, the Demon Subduer. I am responsible for taking souls and capturing vengeful ghosts. No matter how powerful a ghost is, it will tremble before it sees me... Let's go test this ghost's strength!"

He strode into the courtyard.

Zhang Xiaolong hesitated for a moment, then followed him inside. Immediately, he cried out in panic, "Yang Shuai... Yang Shuai... where are you?"

It's still my own little courtyard.

Only the light emitted by the streetlights under the eaves turned blood red.

Under the streetlights, my own little courtyard seemed to be shrouded in a dark red glow.

The doors to all three rooms were open, but Yang Shuai was nowhere to be seen.

Anyone who has been to the countryside knows that in the middle of the night, you can hear all sorts of insect chirps and frog croaks in these small courtyards built next to jujube orchards, fruit orchards, and fields.

But at this moment, the entire courtyard was deathly silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped!

A heavy sense of oppression filled Zhang Xiaolong's heart.

His scalp tingled, his body trembled slightly, and his heart pounded wildly!
"dad……"

"mom?"

"Yang Shuai!"

He entered the three rooms one by one, shouting loudly in an attempt to cover up the amplified fear in his heart. However, when he could not find Yang Shuai or even his parents in the three rooms, he finally could not bear it anymore!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Zhang Xiaolong shouted and ran out of the courtyard like lightning.

however……

He had just rushed out of the courtyard when he came to an abrupt stop.

An old woman stood at the gate of the courtyard. Her expression was blank, her eyes empty, and she stared straight at Zhang Xiaolong.

Zhang Xiaolong felt uneasy under her gaze. He tried hard to hide his fear and forced a smile, saying, "Mom...where have you been in the middle of the night?"

"Hungry!"

The old woman grinned, her voice hoarse.

Her mouth was full of blood, her yellowed teeth had become sharp, and there were a few bird feathers stuck between her teeth.

Zhang Xiaolong was nearly scared to death, but he forced himself to say, "Mom, what a coincidence?"

“I’m hungry too… Luckily, my friend in town owns a barbecue restaurant. You and Dad stay home, I’ll go buy some barbecue to eat.”

He wanted to escape.

But the old woman blocked his way.

The old woman pointed into the yard and said, "Your dad... is killing a chicken and cooking!"

Zhang Xiaolong slowly turned his head and saw his father, whom he had been searching for, appear at some point. He was sharpening a knife under a jujube tree in the center of the yard.

The blade rubbed back and forth on the whetstone, making a chilling sound!

aside.

It was a big red rooster that was tied up tightly.

The big red rooster stuck out its long tongue, struggled desperately on the ground, and cried out, "Gou Gou Ao..."

"Why is a chicken's tongue so long?"

Such a thought suddenly popped into Zhang Xiaolong's mind, and the image of Yang Shuai flashed through his mind, as if the one tied up by his father was not the big red rooster, but his old classmate Yang Shuai who had hanged himself!
Even as the chicken struggled, its head transformed into Yang Shuai's head.

Zhang Xiaolong shook his head vigorously, then looked again and realized that it was indeed his own chicken...

"and many more!"

"Didn't my parents eat all of our chickens?"

Before Zhang Xiaolong could react, his father, who was sharpening his knife under the jujube tree, picked up the knife and chopped it down hard on the chicken's head!

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PS: Second update is here. These two chapters together have 3400 words. There will be a third update, but it will be a little later.

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