What's going on?

Qin Ye was stunned for a moment, and as he came back, the crowd moved away. A middle-aged man in his forties was walking constantly at his doorstep. When he saw him coming back, he stepped forward and grabbed his hand and sighed: "Xiao Qin... you must be mentally prepared."

"What the hell is going on?"

The man pursed his lips and said softly: "Just now... your grandmother suddenly fainted and lost her breath..."

"Yes, Xiao Qin, hurry to the hospital and have a look! I'll say it when I have no money." "Your grandma is old and can't delay it, hurry up! We've already dialed 120."

On this street, everyone's doors are open every day, but there is no urbanization indifference in big cities. Amid the concern of neighbors, Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and then rushed towards his home suddenly.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw an old man with white hair lying on the bed with his hands folded. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and tried his breath, and pressed his pulse.

No breathing!

He stood at the head of the bed in silence for two minutes, but the old man didn't move. He suddenly walked out of the house and nodded to the people outside and said, "Uncles and aunts, thank you. I have given my grandmother the medicine. It's okay, it's an old problem. Now my grandmother has recovered. I'll help her first and thank you tomorrow."

After saying that, he closed the door and isolated the discussion of one.

Relying on the door, he lowered his head and raised his hands weakly, as if he wanted to cover his eyes. In this silence, a low laugh finally came out of his mouth. The hand that was about to hold his eyes was clenched and clenched into a fist.

“YEAH!!”

You have today too!

He rushed to the edge of the bed and grabbed grandmother's body roughly. The old man was so weak that Qin Ye looked around excitedly. There was no shortage of coffins in the funeral business. He kicked open the coffin and stuffed it in randomly. He picked up the tools skillfully, bite nails in his mouth, and holds a hammer in his hand, and was about to knock it down with one hammer. The old woman in the coffin opened her eyes at some point and looked at him quietly.

The picture is frozen instantly.

"Are you very busy?"

"Haha... not busy, not busy." Qin Ye smiled dryly and retracted his hand, striving to cover up the tools for committing crimes.

"I remember I was lying in bed?"

“…The bed board is too hard, so I’ll change the pit for you.”

"Don't you think the space is too small?" Grandma sneered and sat up, with her chicken skin and crane hair, wrinkled face, and wearing a black shirt. She flicked it casually across one meter. Qin Ye wailed, held her eyebrows and squatted down.

Grandma poured herself a cup of tea leisurely, took a sip and spit it out: "The tea in the world is still so bad."

Then you go!

Will your conscience hurt if you eat and live for free in me?

"Grandma..." Qin Ye, who moaned for a few seconds, finally stood up with red eyebrows, gritted his teeth but forced a smile: "You... are you going down again?"

"Don't call me grandma, I can't afford it." Grandma smiled with a shriveled mouth and looked at Qin Ye like a dead person: "Have you heard a legend?"

"Legendary... People who have eaten Tai Sui have two possibilities."

"First, it is to become an inhuman monster. Second,..." Her thin fingers gently tapped the table: "It is immortality."

She leaned out and looked straight at Qin Ye, her face wrinkled and looked extremely gloomy, and she smiled and said, "Have you... heard of this kind of thing?"

"No." Qin Ye replied calmly looking at the other party.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, my grandmother withdrew her gaze and smiled softly: "That's a big deal... Your name is not on the book of Life and Death. A week ago, knocking on your door in the middle of the night, you can actually see me..."

Qin Ye said nonsense with a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense, that's the refractive problem of light. From a scientific point of view, Canadian neuroscientist Michael Pesinger proved that exposing the temporal lobe of the brain to a changing electromagnetic field can give people a haunted experience... and toxicologist Albert Downey proposed a hypothesis that continuous exposure to certain substances, such as carbon monoxide, formaldehyde, insecticides, etc. can make people develop a haunted environment..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound on his forehead. Qin Ye flew out of nowhere and hit the bed.

"Old body and flat body hate academic masters the most." Grandma took out a foot-long hookah bounce and lit it, took a sip, and clouds covered with smoke: "Have you found 'it'?"

Qin Ye grinned and rubbed his waist and stood up: "No."

"It's weird." Grandma Yuyouyou shot the smoker: "It makes no sense...it's just around this county..."

Qin Ye looked at his grandmother's face and tentatively said, "What is it? At least tell me?"

Get out of here if you find it! Is it necessary to have a deadline for free food and accommodation?

Grandma didn't answer, Qin Ye swallowed and said with a numbness: "Even if you don't tell me what it is, at least you have to tell me what your name is, why did you come to the living room? Look at your yin energy..."

He paused and blinked.

In his eyes, if the black yin energy lingers outside his body is a fire, the yin energy on this old woman is simply the Great Wall beacon!

The yin energy soars into the sky, almost the essence. Compared with her, I compare fireflies to Haoyue. This is no longer a problem with ghosts, is this simply Yama alive?

So... why do you have a very good skeleton spirit in my small shop that is not enough to eat and drink for free! Can you please go back to your elf ball by yourself?

"Your yin energy... is definitely not an ordinary yin miser in the underworld, right?"

Still no answer.

Grandma squinted her eyes, clouds and smoke surround her like meditation. Qin Ye tentatively said: "It's not that you are not welcome... Speaking of which, you are also a fellow villager in the 'lower'... But! People live in the world, they need money, just red paper money. Look at where you catch and where you live... At least you can give me a psychological construction period, right?"

"I've given you a week of adaptation, but you haven't adapted yet?" Grandma finally put down her gun and looked at Qin Ye with a wrinkled face.

Qin Ye shook his head seriously.

"That's how..." Grandma sighed quietly, her fingers curled up, and a black piece of penis covered with yin energy. An ancient booklet flew out from Qin Ye's chest. Grandma spread it gently, and it was a folded page like an ancient book. The first page was a photo of Qin Ye.

But this photo is not a few inches, but... a black and white photo completely condensed from black and white energy!

There are a few lines of words below.

Name: Qin Ye (nickname Goudan).

Hometown: Liuertuozi Village, Gazigou, Tang'an County, Qingguang City.

Family members: grandpa (deceased) parents (deceased).

Date of birth: October 1, 1938.

Grandma's wrinkled hands paused, her eyes were a little complicated, and she looked at Qin Ye deeply: "In front of her, nothing can be hidden... As long as you have a life span, as long as you were a 'human,' as long as you are still a living creature, your past is clear."

"After experiencing such years, I can still maintain this cheerful and positive attitude... You are good, really good. I like you very much."

Qin Ye dug his ears: "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all. It looks so profound."

Grandma didn't care about him at all and sniffed a cigarette with a smile: "Only when we were in the sea, we won't lose ourselves in the ugliness of human nature or friendship. This secret of secrets of my own self-confidence is not wrong."

"You should also know that your identity is not alive or dead, but both sides are actually rejected. How important is this civil servant proof to you."

Just below this information, there are a few lines of words.

Position: Newbie ghost messenger intern.

Time to take office: five days, thirteen hours, twenty-seven minutes and six seconds.

"but."

Grandma had already gently smeared the photo with her hand and sighed: "I was going toward the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch..."

When she put her dry hand on the photo, Qin Ye's black and white photo fluctuated instantly. Before she could wipe it off, her other hand was firmly pressed on it.

"Buddhist once passed by. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Qin Ye looked firm, comparable to the revolutionary martyrs: "The boss, you must learn to give newcomers opportunities. It is difficult to find a job now. The complaints about young people may not be real complaints, but their infinite yearning for promotion and salary increase."

"What they need is opportunities! Opportunities to show their abilities!"

Grandma's mouth twitched: "The 'young man' in 1938... It seems that after the changes of the world, it has not only increased its face, but also its strong desire to survive."

He threw the notebook to Qin Ye, and Qin Ye took it with a flattering face. He smiled and said, "If you have something to do, please support me."

"Dog..."

Qin Ye's face turned black in an instant.

Grandma raised her eyebrows: "Hmm?"

“…You are giving instructions.”

Grandma curled her smile, tapped the smoke gun on the table, and she spoke for a long time: "I know, you have many doubts, including why I found you late at night a week ago. Why am I here? But..."

She took a deep breath: "I will tell you at twelve o'clock tomorrow night."

Qin Ye was silent for a moment and tentatively said: "The moon rises to the willows, and the person makes an appointment after dusk?"

Dead silence.

Inhale and exhale, grandma calmed down her mountains and rivers with a sound: "Get out!!" declared that this exchange ended in failure.

Looking at Qin Ye's figure walking outside while sighing, grandmother's eyes were extremely complicated. It was not until the sound of washing came from outside that she pulled up the shirt on her left hand with a serious expression.

It was still the old man's skin, but... the left hand actually showed a transparent color from the elbow! And a faint golden light emitted from the bones and muscles!

These golden lights reveal the Buddha nature, and you can even see the rootless golden lotus breeding and annihilation in it. Countless tiny, looming Sanskrit meridians flowing. But this Buddha nature brings unspeakable pain to my grandmother.

In just a few seconds, the cold sweat on her forehead dripped desperately.

“Not much…”

She pulled up her sleeves and looked out the window with a deep thought: "The world has noticed a major change in the underworld... I don't have much time left for me..."

"What a pity... This kid is a good-minded person, but he has seen too many things and is too oily. He has eaten Tai Sui... not only will he live forever, but he will never grow up, and he will maintain his age. He lives in the intrigue world of human beings with such a deformed identity... He originally wanted to adjust/teach him more, but unfortunately..."

She stood up, her white hair danced by herself: "There is no time..."
Chapter completed!