I was a fortune teller in 90

Chapter 193 She really scares people

A man in his forties or fifties came out with a flashlight and shined it directly on Dai Qing's face.

"... Are you tired of pretending to be a ghost in front of me?"

"Master, I am not a ghost, I am a human being."

Dai Qing raised her hand in front of her eyes and spoke softly.

"Where did this little girl come from? Why did she come to the cemetery so late at night?" The master on duty looked her up and down and looked at her angrily. "Do you understand that people can be frightened to death by others?"

"I came to offer sacrifices to grandpa. I accidentally fell asleep and just woke up. Master, please help me open the door." Dai Qing explained softly while avoiding the flashlight.

The master on duty breathed a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but sigh, "I have been on duty here for more than ten years. This is the first time I have met someone who overslept in the cemetery. The little girl is very courageous."

During the gap between the two of them talking, a head peeked out from the door of the duty room, it was the howling young man just now.

Dai Qing saw him and smiled apologetically at him. The young man's face turned pale and he seemed to be very frightened.

"Gangzi, take out the key from the drawer and go to open the door with the master." The master on duty turned around and shouted, and the young man agreed and walked out with a bunch of keys.

"Boy, open your eyes and take a good look. I'm not afraid of a little girl. You're a big boy, but you're really brave."

"Master... I really can't do this job..." Gangzi glanced at Dai Qing. Although he looked embarrassed, his legs were still trembling.

"Huh, even if you don't do it, you still have to stay up until dawn to go through the formalities."

The master on duty glared at him, took a flashlight and walked towards the gate with Dai Qing.

"Little girl, it's a bit far from the city. It's difficult to get a taxi. Just walk along this path to the avenue in front. Walk for another five minutes. There is a gas station diagonally opposite. It's more convenient to take a taxi there."

"Thank you, uncle."

Dai Qing went out and looked back at Gangzi beside her uncle. With his thin body, frightened eyes, and aura that was too weak, he was really not suitable for this place.

"Your aura is too weak, and you are really not suitable for this place. If it goes on for a long time, it will damage your soul. Find a way to adjust your work." Dai Qing looked at him and reminded him softly.

"Master, she, she, she..."

Gangzi took the key and pointed at Dai Qing with trembling eyes, his teeth chattering. Before he could finish a single sentence, the master slapped him on the forehead.

"Bad boy~, you're really worthless. Forget it, you can apply for transfer tomorrow, master, and I'll sign it for you." The master watched Dai Qing disappear into the night, locked the door with a click, kicked the tractor and walked back.

Dai Qing walked forward along the path, mobilizing the aura in his body. He had a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery. Although the color was dark, it was extremely clear. Even the owl hiding in the dark could be spotted.

Turning onto the avenue, the headlights were on not far away, and sure enough there was a gas station.

Occasionally, a few cars stop to refuel, so it is indeed much easier to take a taxi here.

It was a hot day, and two people on duty were sitting under the shed of the gas station, waving cattail fans in their hands and chatting. But seeing Dai Qing suddenly appear, the two were startled and looked at each other.

"Little girl, what are you doing here alone in the middle of the night?"

Dai Qing looked at their curious eyes and didn't hide it, "I just came out of the cemetery in front. I want to go back to the city and take a taxi here."

As soon as these words came out, there were two bangs and the sound of the bench falling to the ground. The two of them jumped up and looked at her sharply.
"Where are you from?"

"Cemetery,"

Dai Qing took a step closer, and the two of them subconsciously took a few steps back, hugged each other, and stared at her in horror, as if Dai Qing was a wolf, tiger, and leopard, with their whole bodies alert.

"You... don't come here. We have no grievances. You... don't do anything harmful to God!" The two of them leaned together and rubbed their arms subconsciously, making the hairs on their bodies stand on end.

Dai Qing: "..." Are you afraid of being like this with such a bright light?

At this moment, a yellow bread truck drove over, "Master, come on."

The weird atmosphere was broken. Dai Qing stood aside, watched the driver get off the car, and walked directly over.

"Master, are you going back to the city?"

"Come back, fill up the tank and go. Get in the car first."

The master glanced at Dai Qing and nodded directly, not feeling the atmosphere in front of him at all.

Watching Dai Qing get into the car, the two gas station attendants finally returned to normal and started working with oil guns. Even so, I still glanced at the car from time to time, feeling very scared.

One of them wanted to give the driver a heads up when he was collecting the money, but another person grabbed him and shook his head at him.

Dai Qing looked at the actions of the two people and curled her lips speechlessly. It was scary to be a subordinate to others. She had experienced it personally today.

The car started, and the taxi driver glanced at Dai Qing in the back seat, "Where are you going, little girl?"

"The gate of the textile factory on Mianfang Road." Dai Qing said softly, "It's in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid, master?"

"Haha... People in our industry have seen everyone. Everyone makes their own money and doesn't interfere with each other. There's nothing to be afraid of."

The master laughed, opened the car window, and lit a cigarette.

"Master Kuoda."

Dai Qing was stunned. It was indeed true. No matter how hard you dare to do any work, there is no point in envy. You are bound to not be able to earn some money.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the textile factory. Dai Qing paid the fare and got off to go home.

When she opened the door, she saw Xiao Hei guarding the door, looking up at her and whining at her a few times.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake up the neighbors. I'll go back to the neighborhood committee to mess with you." Dai Qing stroked its head, bolted the door, took a hot bath, changed into clean pajamas, and gave herself and her little Heige made a cup of malted milk.

After drinking, Dai Qing sat on the bed and meditated, practicing his mental skills.

After a short week, the breath returned to Dantian. Dai Qing opened her eyes and felt comfortable all over.

Looking at the incandescent light bulb above her head, Dai Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the conversation she heard while half asleep. Although the voice was distant, as if there was something behind it, the hoarse and vicissitudes of tone was still very familiar to her.

My grandfather had been smoking welding smoke all his life, which made his voice hoarse.

At first she thought she missed her grandpa too much and was thinking about it every day. But the moment she opened her eyes, she did see the last dissipating black shadow.

Lord Wenzhi?

I once heard my grandpa tell the story of the underworld. There is indeed a clerk who is responsible for managing the documents and copywriting of the underworld. It is similar to the ancient master book and the modern secretary.

It turns out that after my grandfather passed away, he actually became a clerk in the underworld.

Since grandpa didn't want to affect her life, she just pretended not to know. As long as grandpa is good, she feels at ease.

When he woke up, Dai Qing glanced at the alarm clock. It was already half past nine in the morning.

Get up and wash up, have a cup of malted milk and a piece of white bread for breakfast.

I went to the cabinet again and picked out a pink and white short-sleeved shirt, paired with a red plaid A-line skirt, with a high ponytail, and carried a basket to the vegetable market.