The Twilight Stalkers

Chapter 228: Chatting with a ghost at night (2)

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There was definitely no sound when they came. There were a few times when I wasn't paying attention and was just thinking about my own things, and suddenly I found a ghost standing in front of me and was startled.

If a ghost comes to the door, there will be ghost teeth. I will have something to do when I go back and don’t have to worry about how to spend the night.

"What's the matter?" He asked the male ghost in front of him, whose left eye was dripping with blood and whose face was as pale as paper. This question was actually unnecessary. Wasn't he injured

"My eyes are injured. Buy me some medicine." The male ghost's voice was very unpleasant, as harsh as metal scraping against the ground.

"Oh, wait a minute." I stood up and walked to the shelf and took down a porcelain jar. This was a white medicine specially used to treat ghost injuries.

The material of this medicine is the cheapest among all medicines. It is composed of gypsum powder, mixed with saliva, dried and then ground into powder. I don’t know how Grandpa Taizu came up with this idea, but he could turn this cheap thing into a healing medicine. There are many other things like this that are cheap and effective. Take the cosmetics used by the rich in the underworld, for example. It’s just ordinary vanishing cream mixed with soy sauce.

I wrapped a large bag with straw paper and threw it on the table: "For external application, change it once a day, and the wound will heal in three days."

Although it was the first time for the male ghost to come to the store, he knew the rules. He held the medicine in one hand and handed over a ghost tooth in the other. I was stunned. The boy's mouth was intact and there was no blood. The tooth didn't seem to be his. I picked up the tooth and took a look. It was indeed a ghost tooth, not a fake. I thought to myself that this boy must not be a good person. He pulled out other ghost teeth to buy things. He was really mean.

He packed the medicine and turned to leave. I called him, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" the male ghost turned around and asked with his eyes wide open.

"Nothing, I just want to talk to you." Suddenly, I realized that I was bored. Apart from the few words I had spoken to my mother in the past few days, I was almost mute. If I don't find someone or a ghost to chat with, I'm afraid I will get autism. If it gets worse, I will die of depression.

The ghost slid his mouth and laughed. Damn, this guy's appearance is really not flattering. I've seen a lot of ghosts, but it's rare to see one as ugly as him. Triangular eyes, flat nose, a face full of fat, and a mouth that looks like a basin when he smiles. If he were in ancient times, he would be a standard traitor. If he were in modern times, he would be a standard puppet soldier. If he were in the present, he would definitely be a gangster!

"It's just right. I've been feeling a little unwell lately. Can you help me take a look?" The male ghost turned back from the door and walked to the table.

"Please sit down." I pointed to the wall on the left and a bench. Those were seats prepared for when there were many customers.

After he sat down, I asked him, "What's your name? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" I thought that male ghosts usually feel uncomfortable in their crotches, while female ghosts feel uncomfortable in their hearts. Don't laugh, this is the experience accumulated by ghost shops over hundreds of years. Take fierce ghosts for example. How many male ghosts have you seen? More than 90% are female ghosts.

Although it is said that the formation of evil spirits is due to the deep-seated resentment during life, men are much more straightforward than women in dealing with hatred, and they are more purposeful. Whoever offends me, I will kill him. Unlike women, if someone offends me, they have the mentality that everyone in the world deserves to die, which causes them to be full of hatred for the world after death and turn into evil spirits.

So, men rarely become evil spirits after death. They know how to enjoy themselves better than women, such as their crotches. Damn, I'm talking about this again.

The male ghost looked up and said, "My name is Yang Donghao. I have been dead for more than ten years. I was betrayed by my bastard brothers and eventually shot." Then he turned his head and pointed at the black hole on the back of his head. Others couldn't tell what the wound was, but I could tell at a glance that it was a gunshot wound.