A guide to getting rich

Chapter 1772 Wild Soul
Similarly, she is a wild soul, not only not qualified to cry, but also not qualified to eat.

The things that ghosts can eat are either people's yang energy or food that people worship.

She didn't want to hurt anyone, and she couldn't grab the unowned Yinshi, and her mother didn't know her life or death, and she didn't want to believe that she was dead, let alone have any offering Yinshi.

She has been hungry for a long time, and her soul and body are getting weaker and weaker, and she can only maintain by sucking a little spirit overflowed by people on the street.

Seeing her daughter like this, Mu Qing didn't understand anything, and her tears welled up more and more fiercely.

She is a university professor and believes in science all her life. She never knew that there are ghosts and gods in this world.

Never thought about it either!
I never thought that after death, there would still be a soul.

Therefore, she never understood worship and offering.

At this time, her daughter was starving, and she wanted to give her something to eat, but she didn't know what to do, so she cried anxiously.

Bai Zhi hurried to the room to fetch the leftover postal bag from last time, and handed one to Mu Qing: "Grandma Mu, this is a postal bag that can be mailed, you can use this to pack some of her favorite food and put it in the mailbox outside. An errand will give it to her, and she will be able to eat it then."

Mu Qing wiped away her tears, quickly took the package, and asked Xing'er: "My child, what do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."

Xing'er shook her head, looked at the food on the table again, and said with a smile: "Mom, I want to eat the dumplings you made."

Mu Qing is not good at cooking. She has only made dumplings twice in her life, one for her husband's birthday and one for her daughter's birthday.

On her daughter's birthday, she only ate one dumpling and refused to eat any more. Although she didn't say anything, she knew from the look on her face that the dumpling she made was unpalatable.

Since then, she has never done it again.

Now my daughter wants to eat it, but she doesn't even remember what to make dumplings with.

"I can do it, I'll help you." Bai Zhi held Mu Qing's hand, and then she walked to the kitchen.

Zhou Tiantian shouted behind them: "I want to eat too, make more."

At this time, Zhou Tian thought of another voice in his ear: "Keep your share."

The smile on Zhou Tiantian's face froze slightly, and he hurriedly shouted again: "Do more, I'm super hungry today, super hungry, two servings, I want to eat two servings."

I don't know if Bai Zhi was listening to him, but he only heard the door slam shut, feeling very depressed.

It was hard to find a chance to grab some food, but the owner wanted to snatch the food. . .

And that Chu Yan, a dishonest guy, agreed to burn his computer and mobile phone, what happened?

People don't know where they died, and if they knew it earlier, it would be a matter of precious life not to tell him, making him live in fear every day.

Zhou Tiantian was muttering when he saw a white shadow entering through the wall, it was the ghost that he had seen before.

The errand was holding a large postal package in his hand, with very handsome words written on the postal package, and it was received every week.

"Master Zhou, this is your package, please sign for it." The errand delivered the package to Zhou Tiantian respectfully, with a look of envy on his face.

The ghosts of the underworld, no matter they are new ghosts or old ghosts, no matter what their identities, the days when they can receive postal parcels are only two or three times in a year.

But Mr. Zhou is different, he can have parcels in every three days, and has everything for food and use, which is so enviable.

The mood of unpacking is the same whether it is a person in the yang world or a ghost in the underworld.

Thrilled, curious, excited, delighted.

(End of this chapter)