Paper horse incense shop

“good good”

A weak echo came from the crack in the door, and several obviously abnormal swallowing sounds reached my ears.

The Zhangzuo family’s ghostly words slid all the way across the floor at the crack of the door, and finally settled at the same height as me.
The ghost inside the door seemed to have finally picked up his mouth, pondered for a few seconds, and then said:
"What are you doing?"

"what do you want to do."

It sounds like a fixed process.

I didn't hesitate, I frowned slightly, my face was as heavy as water, and I opened my mouth and said:
"I want"

The Zhangzuo family ghost inside the door seemed to be looking at me intently. He seemed to hide for a moment after I opened my mouth, and suddenly changed his words and interrupted:
"No, no"

"I'm still hungry, I want more, I want more, I just need more"

Temporary overweighting is a taboo in the mutually beneficial market.

I don't like people who go back on their word, let alone ghosts.

My impression of this stitched ghost fell a little instantly, but I had a question to ask, and the other person only asked for a few sticks of incense, so I patiently continued to light the incense and inserted it into the rice stove.

Four branches, eight branches, sixteen branches.
After twelve rounds, forty-eight sticks of incense were burned out, and all the incense sticks I brought with me were almost wiped out.

The weak ghost in the room raised his voice slightly, seeming to have some strength:
".well."

"I'm finally 30% full. No one has provided for me like this for a long time."

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Let me say it first. If it's still a job like killing Ran Min, then these are far, far from enough."

Kill Ran Min?

The Ran Min the other party was talking about couldn't be Ran Min, the founder of the Ran Wei regime during the Sixteen Kingdoms period and known as the King of Wu Dao, right? ? ?

That's a famous person in history.

It has been more than 1,700 years ago!

And based on what the other party meant, could he really succeed?

It’s true that everyone, no, even ghosts, have their own story.
Several thoughts flashed through my mind:

"I just want to ask a few questions. Only about the residents 603 upstairs."

"I'll leave after asking."

The defeated and colorless face of the ghost inside the door seemed to be closer to the crack of the door. He looked at me up and down several times before saying in an unbelievable tone:
"That's all you ask?"

"But you look very similar. You look very much like the kind of person who would say that she is the real goddess of heaven, lead a group of refugees to rise up, shouting that the prince and general Xiang Ning have the kind, and want me to conquer the world with you."

I was stunned, and subconsciously looked down at myself. I didn't see anything about myself that was what the other person described:
"Are you serious?"

"Could it be that you increased the pressure temporarily because you thought I would ask you to do something big?"

The voice of the ghost inside the door began to weaken again, and whispered:

"Then why are you frowning? You look so fierce, just like my previous master."

As soon as these words came out, one person and one ghost finally understood where the misunderstanding came from.

I have mixed feelings in my heart:
"Now, can you start asking?"

The ghost in the crack of the door walked down the slope and gave out a smile that was called "weird" but actually "awkward":

"Can."

"If you're just asking questions, then you've given me too much food today. Don't leave after you ask. I'll get some more money for you."

Doesn't it sound moral?

Sure enough, it is social fear.Ghost.

The information mixed in this ghost's speech sounds like an unusual identity.
I just don’t know if his name will be left in history, and who he was. I threw away the distracting thoughts in my mind and finally got back to the topic:

"There is a woman named Yu Jiajia upstairs in 603. Where is she now?"

"Or has something happened to her recently?"

I'm not sure how powerful the ghost's supernatural powers are, whether he knows where Yu Jiajia has gone, and what his ability to find out information is.

So after asking the first question, a second one was added.

After all, the other party must know something about what happened in this building.

"Yu Jiajia Yu Jiajia."

The ghost inside the door thought for a moment, then closed the door with a bang.

I heard from Lao Xu that the ghost would close the door if asked, so I wasn't in a hurry and just stood at the door and waited.

After about dozens of breaths, the door opened a crack again:
"Yu Jiajia has moved out. Now there is a new resident living in 603. Her name is Chen. She is a little girl and an old man."

"Xiao Chen was a hard-luck person when she was young, but she went very smoothly in her later years. She brought up seventeen or eight juniors. Everyone loved her, so she bought her a house here. I hope she can visit her often. I also hope that if If there really is a ghost, she can live more comfortably."

What this ghost said was very nagging, but I still listened patiently.

The ghost said:

"This family has good heirs, and Xiao Chen died suddenly, so I was a little anxious when I was looking for a house. The money for buying a house to store his ashes was also high."

"Yu Jiajia wanted the money, so he took the money and moved away."

in short--

Xiao Chen is Mrs. Chen in 603 now.

Mrs. Chen's descendants paid a large sum of money to buy a house for the old lady to place her ashes, so Yu Jiajia moved away.
but--

Something seems wrong.

For the sake of Yu Jiajia's unborn child, Mr. Gu actually gave Yu Jiajia a lot of money under Mrs. Gu's manipulation.

The villa in the same location as Yang Jinhua alone is worth a lot.
At least recently, Yu Jiajia will never be short of money.

Why did she choose to sell the house here?
Don’t the fireworks factory have enough money?

But if there really isn’t enough money to build a factory, is there just enough money to sell a house in the underworld community?
That's hundreds of millions of dollars, and this community only has more than 100,000 to support itself.

The money from selling the house must be a drop in the bucket, and it is absolutely impossible to be short of this.

So, exactly, why.
My heart skipped a beat, and a ridiculous suspicion came to my mind before I could speak.

The next second, I heard the ghost's voice coming faintly, which made my temples hurt:
"That girl Yu Jiajia is very short of money."

"Two days ago, she was visited to collect debts. The door upstairs was knocked loudly, and things were smashed everywhere. Oh, it wasn't the group of rich and powerful men who smashed it, but Yu Jiajia."

"That group of people said they were civilized debt collectors. They kept knocking on the door until it opened. Once the door opened, they sat down without making a sound and refused to leave. Yu Jiajia was so angry that she smashed things. Then she called the police and the government was sent away."

I softly described those two words with extremely strange weight in my mouth:
".Lack of money and debt?"

The ghost inside the door sighed softly:

"gamble."

"The little girl gambled quite a lot and owed a lot of money. I listened a few times. The amount of money mentioned by the men who wanted debts, if converted into silver, can probably feed and clothe one hundred thousand soldiers for ten years."

"Before she moved out, there were four or five waves of people coming to ask for money every day."

"Although those who want money cannot directly say that the other party owed money at the casino and ask for gambling debts themselves, facts can deceive people, but they can never deceive ghosts, right?"

"She has been gambling and owes a lot of money." (End of Chapter)