Chapter 43: Eight Hundred Thousand Coins

"Yin Hui, what did Uncle Zhao tell you just now?" Tang Yan asked curiously when she saw Old Zhao Tou leaving.

Yin Hui was absent-minded, still thinking about what happened just now, and simply replied: "Nothing, just explaining the arrangements for these days!"

After saying that, he fell into deep thought again. He felt more and more that this matter might be something he could not think of, but it could not be impossible.

The staff of the funeral home were panic-stricken, and even Lao Zhaotou, a senior undertaker, seemed to be at the end of the world. It seemed that there must be a big deal involved.

Unknowingly, night fell. It was late autumn, and it was already dark by the time after get off work. The three people walked out of the dressing room, walked through the long dim corridor, and finally walked out of the funeral parlor.

At the gate, a small fire was rising slowly, and the black smoke that came out frightened Yin Hui. From the black smoke, he seemed to see the scene of Ma Gebi, the director of the personnel department, when he was about to die.

Yin Hui felt nervous and thought it was a natural fire, so she rushed over to put it out.

The flame jumped up and down like a fierce ghost, completely like the image of a person struggling desperately while burning.

But I never thought that when I came to the fire, I saw two bright things shining behind the fire. If I looked closely, I saw a dark figure squatting next to the fire, with a dry and thin body, and strong and convex blood vessels.

It looks like a mummy.

Yin Hui knew this man, he was the old janitor of the funeral parlor.

The old gatekeeper also saw Yin Hui, but he just glanced disdainfully, then lowered his head and continued to burn piles of colorful Ming coins, mumbling something incessantly.

Yin Hui was surprised, wondering why the old man was burning paper.

"Yin Hui, let's go." Tang Yan walked up and patted Yin Hui on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, Yin Hui was so frightened that his whole body trembled. When he realized that it was Tang Yan, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Tone: "Let's go."

"Go quickly, you guys go quickly, don't stay here." When passing by the old security guard, Yin Hui finally heard clearly what the old guard said.

"Come on, hurry up." The old janitor muttered like a madman. Yin Hui decided not to pay attention to the old janitor and continued walking.

Shen Feifei was also a little scared and followed Tang Yan closely. From a distance, she could still hear the old janitor muttering nervously to himself: "Eight hundred thousand dollars! Haha, eight hundred thousand dollars!"

It's getting late now, and the vendors near the crematorium have closed their stalls early because of the deaths in the funeral parlor, and the restaurants have also closed.

"Yin Hui, why don't you show off your great cooking skills tonight." Tang Yan looked at the empty place around her, her stomach growling loudly.

Yin Hui nodded. He was still quite cold about cooking. At least it could please his mind, relax his emotions, and allow him to find a sense of existence in this world. It is said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but Yin Hui asked himself that he was not a gentleman.

, at least not that hypocritical.

"Sister Tang Yan, I don't dare to go back. How about I live with you? I don't know if it's convenient or not." Shen Feifei said coquettishly like a little girl.

Tang Yan nodded: "Okay, it just so happens that I don't dare to sleep alone! Let's go, let you try Grandpa Yin Hui's craftsmanship today."

Yin Hui was hysterical again: "Who the hell is grandpa? I'm only in my early twenties, boss."

So Yin Hui's voice never stopped all the way.

Three dishes, one soup, and dessert.

In the warm and comfortable room, Yin Hui's powerful combat power instantly captured the minds and bodies of the two people. After the rooms were assigned, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei lived in the same room, while Yin Hui stayed alone in the empty room, feeling somewhat lonely.

But even so, he was not seduced by the two women. Because his mind and thoughts were all occupied by the other her, and no one else could interrupt his longing for her.

In this kind of longing, Yin Hui fell into a drowsy sleep.

The fatigue of the past few days made Yin Hui sleep very hard.

Jingle bells, jingle bells...

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Yin Hui, who was fighting the landlord with Zhou Gong, woke up from his sleep, mumbled sleepily, then reluctantly picked up the phone and asked: "Who is it?"

On the other end of the phone was the rustling sound of a gust of wind, and the sound of electric sparks tingling, tingling.

"Who is it?" Yin Hui shouted again, but there was still no one.

"Crazy." Yin Hui cursed and was about to hang up the phone.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the phone. The voice came from a woman and entered Yin Hui's eardrums through the winding phone line. Yin Hui shivered suddenly, and he heard that the scream contained

Horror, sadness, helplessness, and expectation. He remembered a lot at once, the cry for help before death, the scream as death approached, the horror of watching his companions being killed, the fear of sensing the impending ghost...

The phone in his hand fell to the ground, and he turned on the light tremblingly.

The small space was filled with the pale light of incandescent lamps, which was exactly the same as the color in the funeral parlor, making people numb and numb.

Yin Hui looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Then he calmed down a little and stared at the phone with fearful eyes.

There was a blind tone coming from inside. It seemed that the other party had hung up the phone.

He held the phone to his ear and listened carefully to confirm that the call was hung up. Yin Hui breathed a long sigh of relief and put the receiver on.

Suddenly, he found that there were five missed calls from the same number on the black screen. The number belonged to Zhou Haiqing. Zhou Haiqing was a cremator in the funeral parlor who specialized in turning corpses into gray powder.

The phone call just now belonged to Zhou Haiqing, but why did Zhou Haiqing say nothing when the call was connected, but the woman's screams were heard?

Yin Hui sat on the bed and smiled bitterly, thinking that this was a prank played by Zhou Haiqing using voice-changing software. Because although Zhou Haiqing was older, he had an innocent personality, like an old naughty boy.

As soon as he lay down on the bed and prepared to fall asleep, and just closed his eyes, Yin Hui suddenly opened his eyes again, jumped up from the bed, and almost missed the chandelier above his head.

After a while of fuss, Yin Hui picked up the phone and looked at the time on it. It happened to be one o'clock in the morning, a time when ghosts are haunted.

"One o'clock?" Yin Hui muttered hesitantly. Then he scrolled through the missed calls again.

It turned out to be the landline number of the funeral home.

"What! Master Zhou, is he still in the funeral parlor?" Yin Hui couldn't help but trembled all over.

What kind of place is a funeral parlor? Most people would not dare to stay there at night. Except for the old janitor, others would feel uncomfortable even passing by.

Master Zhou...What happened to Master Zhou?

The more Yin Hui thought about it, the more something was wrong. Thinking of the woman's scream just now, as well as the wrong phone number and time, Yin Hui realized that something big had happened.

Suddenly, a flash occurred in my mind. When I was watching the restroom during the day, I saw Master Zhou with his throat ripped out in the mirror...
Chapter completed!