I deliberately ate the fried dough sticks slowly and leisurely, glancing at the door from time to time.

The security guard outside the door finally got impatient: "Have you finished eating? Hurry up!"

"That's almost it!" I drank up the remaining gruel in one gulp, stood up and walked out.

Security guard Lao Wu said as he walked: "Is the breakfast delicious? Before you ate it, didn't you look where you bought it? There are no stalls selling fried dough sticks within a ten-mile radius of our place."

"Guess who made those fried dough sticks?"

I smiled and said, "Of course it was done by humans, but could it also be done by ghosts?"

The security guard said: "You want to say that your chef fried the fried dough sticks, right? Where did her noodles come from and where did the oil come from? Do you have a frying pan for deep-fried dough sticks at home?"

The security guard said: "The person cooking for you in the kitchen may not be a human being, but maybe a ghost!"

"If you eat food cooked by ghosts, the things you see will look like ghosts."

The security guard turned around and led us to the property office. This time, I saw the property door in the corridor.

Property appeared during the day!

The security guard pointed to the door and said, "You go in by yourselves! I have to show the way for others."

I gave Wang Xiaohuan a wink, and the latter quietly unfolded the white light.

The moment I pushed the door open, Wang Xiaohuan, who was carrying the white lamp behind his back, gently turned his palm upwards, and a white lamp without any flame floated silently into the air.

The small white lamp is attached to the wall as if controlled by someone, and the candle in the lamp ignites spontaneously without fire.

The property manager sitting behind the desk did not notice at all that we hung a lantern on his door the moment we opened the door.

The other person looked at me sullenly and said, "I'll write you a note and you go and finish the work. If you have any remaining money, come to me and I'll make up for it for you."

I smiled lightly and said, "For this kind of work, you always get paid first."

"I did the work and you defaulted on the debt afterwards. Can I still carry the dead person back?"

The property manager suppressed his anger and said: "Then we will sign the contract and everything will be in accordance with the contract."

"When signing a contract, you must also state that you will receive the money first." I refused to give in.

The property manager was so angry that he tapped me twice with his finger: "Okay, I will calculate the money for you now."

The property manager took out a stack of banknotes from his desk drawer and threw it on the table: "Take the money and get to work quickly."

I picked up the money, took out four cards and pushed them in front of the manager: "The rules are that the middleman takes 10%."

The property manager was furious: "You are insulting me!"

I spread my hands and said, "I gave it to you anyway. If you want to throw it away or give it to others, that's your business and has nothing to do with me."

After I finished speaking, I left the furious manager and walked away, following the note he wrote to find the employer.

As soon as the old lady opened the door, I smelled the smell of mummy.

I smell the smell of dead people more often.

When Oniba trained me, he let me smell countless scents.

According to him, I don't ask you to have a nose as sharp as a dog, but you have to judge whether the target closest to you is a human or a ghost through the smell.

There are mummies in this room, and they are corpses that have been dried and preserved for many years.

The old lady who opened the door for me said in a hoarse voice: "Come in! People are in the house."

Both the living room and the bedroom of this house were covered tightly with black curtains. Even during the day, it was still difficult to see what was in the house.

The old lady specially said: "Don't turn on the light, be careful not to scare my old man. He had a bad temper when he was alive, and his temper is even worse when he is dead."

"You've made him angry, so be careful not to coax him!"

I said: "Don't you still want to show off to the old man? This room is so dark and messy, how can you show off?"

"I'll light a lamp for you!" The old lady took out an oil lamp from the cabinet, lit the wick with a match, held it in her hand, and led us into the house.

"This oil lamp! White wax! They are all good things. They can illuminate, don't irritate the eyes, and won't scare people to death."

"If we just turn on the electric light, the ghosts in the dark might explode!"

The old lady walked into the bedroom and pointed to the bed and said: "The one sitting on the bed is my old man. Just wait for a while! I will discuss it with him, and when we have an agreement, you can give him a favor."

Although the body on the bed was covered with a quilt, it could be seen that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. The quilt used to cover the body was wrapped from the back to the front of the body, exposing the face of the body.

The old lady walked over and sat beside the bed, put her ear against the corpse and said, "Old man, I'm looking for someone to come and treat you."

"You loved beauty so much when you were alive, why don't you have to walk away looking pretty when you die?"

"Don't worry, Manager Yang said: This girl is very nice! She will definitely make you clean and beautiful."

"Don't let the girl touch you. If you become a monster, I won't care about you. I'll just let you be reincarnated as an old-fashioned person."
Chapter completed!