I use ghosts as cash machines

I had already prepared something to deal with her.

A piece of yellow paper contained the copper coin that I had just dug out from the corner of the Soul Sealing Formation.

The copper coins used as a base had been in the hands of thousands of people and were full of yang energy. Combined with the talisman I drew on the yellow paper, the evil ghost was unable to resist when it touched them. It was burned and started to smoke, then turned into a wisp of black smoke that surrounded me, trying to find my weakness.

I seized the opportunity, reached out and strangled the ghost girl by the neck.

Even though I was mentally prepared, when his strong resentment wrapped around my hand, I still frowned slightly because of the pain.

"Can you touch me?"

The girl's face was full of disbelief.

Sure enough, this is the normal reaction. While I sighed that the male ghost in the mine was indeed an outlier, I endured the pain and held down the struggling female ghost, wanting to catch her and take her back.

Unfortunately, this woman is an evil spirit whose power is no less than Ou Bingjun's. It is difficult to control her for a long time with my power.

But she can't get any advantage from me.

After realizing that she couldn't get any benefit from me, she immediately changed direction and went to look for the scarred old woman.

I was holding a small child in my arms, and I couldn't protect him in time. A burst of black air passed by, and the old woman's eyes suddenly widened. She covered her neck, and dark red blood almost spurted out from between her fingers.

His throat was cut directly.

"I'll let this brat go today. You can protect him for a while, but you can't protect him forever. One day I will come to take his life!"

Seeing that I was difficult to deal with, the evil girl ghost stopped pestering me. I could only watch her curl herself up into a small ball, run out of the door, hide herself in the dark night, and disappear.

"Help...ho ho..."

The old woman whose throat was cut did not die immediately. She was still fighting with her last breath and asked me to save her.

He died before he could finish his words.

I watched her soul come out of her body, her face full of resentment.

Then, it gradually faded and disappeared.

It seems that he could not resist the attraction of the gates of hell and reported to the underworld.

I can't describe how I feel in my heart. I feel that her death was a bit tragic, but I also feel that this outcome is karma and she deserves it.

But as a staff member of the underworld, I cannot allow such evil ghosts to carry out lynching. Whether a soul should be punished and what kind of punishment it should receive is something that needs to be examined by the karma platform after death, and the merits and demerits of the soul in life will be judged and decided by the judge of the underworld.

It is just like the judicial system in the world of the living, but in the world of the living, people will lie and may deceive the eyes of judicial personnel, while in the underworld, no one can tamper with their own memory, so there is no possibility of misjudgment.

Having such an evil ghost roaming around is ultimately an unstable factor. With her resentment, she might harm more innocent people.

We still have to catch her.

I began to rack my brains to think about where this ghost could escape to.

The child in my arms suddenly coughed, covered his neck with his hands, and woke up.

I looked at the mess in the room and the child who was about to open his eyes, sighed, and covered his eyes.

Such a scene would even make me feel a little traumatized, let alone a child of five or six years old.

After the child woke up, he realized what had happened and burst into earth-shaking cries.

I frantically rocked him up and down while trying to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay..."

After crying for a long time, he gradually calmed down, his body still twitching with sobs.

Seeing that he was feeling better, I tried to slow down my voice and asked him, "What's your name?"

The little boy replied: "My name is Henian, which means "He" for congratulations and "Nian" for abundance every year."

I was really surprised that this child was so well-behaved.

I continued to ask: "Apart from your grandparents, are there other people in your family?"

"Also, there's Dad, Mom and Dad..." "Where are Mom and Dad?" I didn't feel any living presence in this small house.

"He, they went to work in other places."

It turns out he is a left-behind child.

"Do you know where they work? Do you know how to contact them?"

“I know their phone numbers.”

As I was speaking, I had already carried the child out of the bloody scene and knocked on the door of the house next door.

But the door was closed and no one answered. It seemed that the scene he just saw was too scary, so he didn't dare to open the door.

Until the little child in my arms called out to the door: "Sister Zhang! I'm Nian Nian! Sister Zhang! I'm Nian Nian!"

The door of the house opened a little, and a middle-aged woman looked out from the crack. When she saw that it was indeed the little boy, she welcomed us in.

I revealed my identity to the woman and told her that I was a ghost hunter and that the evil ghost had left and would not be coming back for a while.

"Then Mr. He and Mrs. He..."

I coughed and looked at the New Year greeting card in my arms.

The woman understood what he meant and immediately called a child out and took Henian to another place to play.

The little girl was about the same age as Henian and was also a familiar playmate of Henian.

"Your daughter? She's so cute."

There was a happy smile in the woman's eyes.

I told her that the two elderly people from the He family next door had died, and that I had called the police. Someone would come to deal with it soon, so she shouldn't worry.

Sister Liu will bring people here soon, and Xie Yanwang will also take care of it.

The woman sighed for a while, and finally asked me tentatively: "Is the evil ghost that is taking your life... a girl?"

I nodded in surprise.

The woman murmured to herself: "It's really Sister Qianqian..."

"You know her?"

The woman sighed and said, "When I was a child, I had a serious illness, leukemia. At that time, my family was very poor, and Sister Qianqian was busy helping our whole family. Later, she died in the mine. I heard that she fell into a tiankeng in the mine. She...she was a good person, how did she become a demon?"

Leukemia? Could it be that she is... that man's daughter?

My heart was filled with great joy. That frail and seriously ill little girl not only survived, but is still alive and well today and has a daughter of her own.

The little girl is so delicate and pretty that it makes people happy just by looking at her.

I suppressed my excitement and told them the story of He Qian being pushed into the sinkhole by her parents.

The woman was so surprised that she was speechless.

I was eager to know whether I was the man's daughter, so I asked:

"Do you have an older brother or a younger brother?"

“Yes…” The woman was surprised: “Did we know each other before?”

"No, but I'm a ghost hunter. I just came down from the mine. I saw your father in the mine, and your father told me these things."

The woman's expression suddenly became sad: "Yes, my father also had an accident in the mine..."

"It wasn't an accident."

The woman looked up, her eyes wide.

"Your father chiseled the stone wall for the compensation, and he didn't dodge when the stone fell." (End of this chapter)