Just after breakfast, business came to the door.
A middle-aged woman walked into the paper-making shop with a boy of sixteen or seventeen. The two were plainly dressed, their eyes were red and swollen, and they looked sad.
"Is the boss there?" the woman asked hoarsely.
"I am."
There was a flash of surprise in the other party's eyes, he did not expect such a young and beautiful girl to be engaged in this kind of industry.
"Boss, I want to buy a big white horse for my lover, how much is it?"
"Do you need to burn it instead?"
"Then trouble you, we don't understand this very well."
"One thousand and two white horses, plus fifty for Dai Shao."
"Okay, excuse me."
"Card or cash?"
"cash."
The woman took out a black handbag, and took out a roll of red notes from it. There were only eight of them. The woman smiled embarrassedly, took out all the money in it, and counted them.
Looking at the money in her hand, a trace of sadness flashed in the woman's eyes. Seeing this, the teenager beside her silently took out a few hundred-yuan bills from her pocket and handed them to her mother.
"Where did you get the money?"
"In the morning, Uncle Chen who delivered Dad's ashes gave it to me."
Murong looked at the mother and child in front of him with dim eyes: "Ma'am, please write down your lover's date of birth and death and name."
The woman's fingers were rough, her joints were swollen and deformed, and she couldn't hold a pen, so her son had to write for her.
Mu Rong took the note and glanced at it: Zhang Zhijun...
She hasn't hooked up with this person recently. Murong looked at the pile of crumpled banknotes on the table and said, "Madam, it's like this. Times are advancing. I recommend you another means of transportation."
He said, pointing to the sailboat in the corner: "This French boat costs 350 yuan, plus the burning fee, the total is 400 yuan. It has the same function as the white horse. Do you want to think about it?"
The woman's eyes lit up, and she asked hesitantly, "Is it really the same as a white horse?"
"do not worry."
Mu Rong returned the extra money, the woman thanked her repeatedly, and left with her son.
The two left the paper-making shop, and before Murong could collect the money, he limply lay down on the table.
With a "swipe", Mu Rong, who was wearing a black robe, separated from his body.
A young man in a white robe wearing the same style as Murong looked at her with a smile.
Murong frowned, pursed his thin lips into the word "one", and stared at the boy.
The young man smiled brightly, and sat down on Murong's desk: "The man rides a white horse, the woman sits on a bull, the sedan chair for going out, and the boat for returning home. Murong, there are rules in the underworld. You are leaking a secret."
Murong gave her a blank look: "I didn't say anything, they bought the boat for cheap."
"Okay, okay, I can't say enough about you, but you're taking Mr. Yinyang's job, right? You..."
"Stop talking nonsense, what's the matter if you call me out with the soul-shocking talisman?"
The young man in white robe jumped down from the desk, rubbed his hands together, and flattered him, "Isn't it going to be a holiday, money is a little tight..."
"Hao Jiefang, you are also an old ghost who has been dead for more than a hundred years. You have no savings at all? Borrow money from me, a living soul? How many times has this happened?"
"Hey, we're ghosts. The older we get, the poorer we get. I sacrificed heroically for the righteousness of the nation. I was only sixteen when I died. There was no child or daughter behind me. After my parents passed away, no one burned paper for me anymore. How much money is enough~ We have known each other for almost 150 years, you run such a big bank, please help me!"
"Fifteen years."
"That's right, what you said is correct, one year in the world of the sun, ten years in the world of the underworld~"
"Okay, I'll burn it to you later."
"Thank you!"
"What happened to Zhang Zhijun?"
"I'll check it out for you."
Hao Jiefang raised his hand, and a booklet appeared out of thin air in his hand. He opened it and glanced at it, and replied, "Yo, you really sold this boat right."
"How to say?"
"This Zhang Zhijun was killed by someone. The foreman owed half a year's wages. Zhang Zhijun took the lead in trying to go to labor arbitration. As a result, the news leaked. The foreman bought Zhang Zhijun a drink under the guise of a private negotiation, and took him to the building after getting drunk. , Pushed down, pretended to be drunk and fell from the building, this ship can just take him home, avoiding the pain of drifting."
Hao Jiefang closed the booklet, and the book disappeared in the next second.
Seeing that Murong was silent, he walked over and patted her on the shoulder, and said in relief: "There is a law in the world, we can't control it, take ten thousand steps back, even if the foreman escaped the punishment of the law, will the judge remember it?" Clearly, the punishment will definitely come, but sooner or later."
"I know."
"Burn some more for me! Just let me keep it here. After you die, I will return you the capital with interest, and you will become a millionaire!"
Mu Rong was amused by Hao Jiefang. Although the smile was fleeting, it was like melting ice.
"Wait a minute, I'll burn the boat and the money to you, and you take the boat to Zhang Zhijun and let him go home."
"OK."
Mu Rong wanted to lift the talisman on his forehead, but Hao Jiefang asked, "Did Huang Yanan catch it?"
"No, she flooded our house yesterday, and she possessed a security guard with low luck in the community to warn me. I don't know where to hide at the moment."
"I'll look for it for you, and you should also be careful. If the magistrate finds out, he will punish you again."
"knew."
"Take care of your physical body carefully. If the physical body dies, the bond between you and your mother will be severed. Even if you can continue to do errands, the merits will not accumulate on her."
Murong nodded with a serious expression, and took off the yellow talisman stuck on the forehead of her soul.
The yellow talisman was reduced to ashes, and a strong suction force emanated from her body, sucking the black robed Murong back.
Mu Rong, who was lying on the table, opened his eyes, and there was nothing in front of him.
She is just an ordinary person, by chance, she went to the underworld when she was ten years old, and gave her two souls to the judge, becoming the only living soul student in Death God Academy.
With the naked eye of a mortal body, Murong cannot see the spirit body when his soul is out of the body.
Putting the four bills on the table into her pocket, she went to the corner to pick up the sailboat, and took two strings of ingots that she folded herself.
Going out of the garage, there are large and small braziers in the back yard. Murong threw the sailboat and ingots into the largest brazier, took the flamethrower and sprayed it into the brazier.
A gust of wind blew by, and Hao Jiefang stepped on a small boat, and there were piles of gold ingots as high as a hill in the cabin.
He grinned from ear to ear, made a formula, and said Zhang Zhijun's name. The boat made a "swish" and disappeared carrying Hao Jiefang.
When Mu Rong returned to his desk, there was still the note lying on the desk with Zhang Zhijun's name written on it.
She picked up the note, held it in front of her eyes for a while, and finally rolled the note into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket beside the table.
In the afternoon, a few more waves of customers came and sent thousands of dollars. Murong decided to put an end to today's business, turned on the computer he didn't use frequently, and logged in to 88.com.
Hao Jiefang was right, she must take good care of her body for the sake of her mother.
Mu Rong published an advertisement for tenants.
[Call for rent-free tenants]
Requirements are as follows:
Gender: female, no bad habits.
Requirements: Because I have narcolepsy, I need a roommate who doesn't go out after dark to help with housekeeping and free rent.
After posting the advertisement, Murong tidied up, locked the store door, and left on his bicycle.
In the late autumn in the north, the days are short and the nights are long. She needs to take care of all her personal problems before dark. When the sun goes down, the work will start.
…
In the glass house in the intensive care unit of Sanyang Municipal Hospital, lay an old man in his dying years. His body was covered with various instruments, and he had completely lost consciousness.
Outside the glass house, a nurse was breathing, fiddled with her mobile phone, and occasionally raised her head to take a look at the situation inside the ward.
From the naked eye, the old man was just lying there alone.
But in Murong's eyes, a dial appeared directly above the old man.
The clock is still working normally, but judging from its vibrating second hand, it seems that it may stop at any time.
Mu Rong spread out his palm, and a small pocket watch appeared in his palm. The old man's time was still a few minutes away from the time displayed on the pocket watch...
She folded her arms against the glass behind her and closed her eyes.
The fingers tapped his arms rhythmically, as if he was bored, and it seemed that he was recording the time through his fingers.
"Beep, beep, beep" The life monitor issued an urgent warning sound, and the doctor had already rushed over with several nurses without a nurse.
The "glass room" became crowded, and Mu Rong, who was leaning in the corner, was out of tune with the busy figures around her, but no one noticed her existence at all.
"Defibrillation, 200! Quick!"
"200 joules are fully charged!"
The old man's body trembled with the defibrillator. The doctor put the defibrillator back in place, and while performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, he looked anxiously at the straight line on the device.
At this moment, Murong opened his eyes, his eyes were like a waveless cold pool, in the bottomless depth, revealing a bone-chilling coldness.
With a "crash", an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm appeared in Murong's hand.
She walked slowly to the bed, and when the dial above the old man's head stopped, she put the iron chain on the old man's body.
The miraculous scene appeared again. The old man's body was clearly lying on the bed, but the same old man was wrapped in iron chains.
"I am the envoy of Death God Academy, Wang Qinghai, your time has come, come with me."
Calm words, without any emotional fluctuations, after Murong finished speaking, he turned and left while grabbing one end of the iron chain.
The doctor doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation suddenly stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the people beside him, "Announce the time of death."
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