Accident

Just as everyone asked Ruan Yunsheng for help, those "ghosts" who were just showing their fangs and claws came out one after another.

Ruan Yunsheng raised the corner of his lips slightly and kindly reminded: "Why don't you take a closer look?"

The shocked guests opened their eyes wide, and only then did they realize—

The female ghost An Yue was taking off her messy wig, revealing her bright face; Wan Niang wiped off the special effects makeup on her face and winked at them; even the "water ghost" that crawled out of the well was just a beautiful woman wearing wet clothes.

Ruan Yunsheng bent down and picked up the crumpled secret book on the ground, shaking it with a half-smile: "Don't even think about taking shortcuts like this in the future."

She gracefully gestured for invitation and said, "Everyone is welcome to come next time."

"By the way, are you all still participating in the quiz?"

The guests who knew they were caught being clever turned pale, shook their heads quickly, swallowed their grievances, and followed the girls to the side hall to change clothes in a dejected manner.

At this time, the haunted house was already surrounded by a crowd of people watching the fun.

"How is it? Is it scary in there?" someone asked impatiently.

Seeing everyone's eager faces, the group of frightened guests looked at each other and suddenly showed a strange smile with tacit understanding.

“It’s fun! The experience is really great!”

"Hurry up and go, only five people can enter at a time, first come, first served!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd of onlookers became excited and rushed to the ticket office. In a blink of an eye, a long queue formed in front of the Ye Mansion, and it was very lively.

"Line up one by one and take your time!"

A'Luo was stuck in the crowd, shouting loudly, her cheeks flushed red, trying her best to maintain order at the scene. Sister Qing was using an abacus with one hand and recording customer information with the other, so busy that sweat broke out on her forehead.

Because only five people could enter at a time, the crowd quickly became agitated.

"Why should they get in first? I was the first one to step in!"

"Why are you pushing so hard? Don't you have eyes?"

There was a constant stream of pushing and shoving and quarreling, and the situation in front of the counter was in chaos.

At this moment, Ruan Yunsheng walked out of the inner courtyard and shouted loudly, "Everyone, be quiet! Guests who haven't had their turn can make reservations with the shopkeeper for sessions in the next few days. You can choose the time of experience according to your needs!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd that had been crowding at the door suddenly quieted down and turned around to form a long line.

"I'm so tired..." Luo, who was almost crushed, finally caught her breath and wiped the sweat off her face while holding onto the pillar. She had thought that there would be customers coming today, but she didn't expect so many.

Ruan Yunsheng smiled and patted her back: "Don't underestimate these people's gossiping ability, especially ordinary people." After that, he asked Luo to rest first, and went to the counter to help Sister Qing share the work.

She was busy until dusk, when the customers gradually dispersed. Ruan Yunsheng flipped through the thick reservation list and found that the shows were already scheduled for next month. She rubbed her sore wrist, looked at the lanterns in the yard, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose.

Now the search for haunted houses has become completely popular.

The group of devastated guests have been squatting at the gate of Ye Mansion since they came out and refused to leave. They stared at every tourist who came out, wanting to see if there were any "compatriots" who were as scared as they were.

But the strange thing is that every tourist who came out was in high spirits and praised the haunted house highly.

"It's so exciting! That female ghost acted so convincingly!"

"The mechanism was so cleverly designed, I almost thought it was real!"

The people who were waiting looked at each other in confusion, wondering in their hearts, are people nowadays so brave?

It was not until someone went to inquire about it that everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

"You're such a jerk, Li Dachui! It's all because of you that we're being targeted by Boss Ruan!"

Everyone was immediately enraged and dragged Li Dachui, who was hiding in the corner, out.

"Brothers, we can talk it out..." Li Dachui smiled apologetically, his back pressed against the wall.

"Say your uncle!"

Fists rained down like raindrops, forcing Li Dachui to flee in panic. He dodged while wailing, "I was deceived, too! That Zhang Dazhu..."

Before he could finish his words, another fist hit him in the face.

Not far away, Ah Luo was watching with great interest while munching on sunflower seeds. She turned to Ruan Yunsheng and said with a smile, "Miss, your tactic of 'returning the favor in their own way' is truly brilliant!"

Ruan Yunsheng pursed his lips and smiled: "This is called 'you will suffer the consequences if you do evil'."

Ever since the haunted house started to make a profit, the people in the Ye Mansion have been very busy. Especially Ruan Yunsheng, after seeing the girls becoming more and more familiar with their work, he no longer watched them from behind, but went into the house and tinkered with something.

In the room where candlelight flickered, Ruan Yunsheng was writing furiously at her desk, the tip of her wolf-hair brush rustling across the rice paper, outlining the ingenious design for the next scene of the haunted house. The faint laughter of the girls receiving tourists could be heard outside the window, but she was completely unaware, completely immersed in her creation.

A cool breeze suddenly blew past my ears.

The tip of the pen stopped at the last stroke of the word "blood". Ruan Yunsheng looked up as if he had noticed something, only to see Song Tinghe floating in front of the desk. His translucent figure was immersed in the candlelight, and the ends of his hair were still stained with tiny light spots condensed from the night dew. The boy pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, just like a puppy drenched in the rain.

"What's wrong with you?" Ruan Yunsheng put down his brush, and ink splashed on the edge of the inkstone, forming a black plum blossom.

Song Tinghe's soul trembled slightly, and his voice was as muffled as wet cotton. "Calculate... how long has it been since you last spoke to me?" He lowered his head and counted on his transparent fingers. "Seven days and three hours."

Ruan Yunsheng's heart softened, and she reached out to rub his head: "What are you doing..." She suddenly leaned forward, her nose almost touching his transparent cheek, "Are you acting like a spoiled child?"

Song Tinghe's soul turned light pink: "Who, who is acting like a spoiled child!" He turned his face away, his voice muffled like cotton soaked in water.

"I just feel that I'm not even a real ghost..." Song Tinghe looked at his transparent palm, "Sister An is getting more and more powerful, and can help you more and more, but I..." He felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and his soul body rippled like mist.

A drop of bright and clear ghost tear fell, but was caught by a white hand in mid-air. Ruan Yunsheng stood in front of him at some point, and gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips.

"I was wrong." She wiped away the ghost tear with her thumb, her voice softer than the moonlight.

"Who said you're useless?" Ruan Yunsheng suddenly turned his face, her fingertips touching the slightly cool skin. She counted on her fingers, "The last time Hua Rong was harassed by a bad guest, who was hiding behind her and defending her? The day before yesterday, Sister Qing made a mistake in the accounts, who left a note to remind her? And..."

She suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Who secretly covered me with a blanket when I fell asleep at my desk that day?"

Song Tinghe's ears were red as blood, and his soul was about to disintegrate. "You, you know everything?"

"We're listening to He, huh?" Ruan Yunsheng suddenly leaned close to his ear, his breath brushing against the nonexistent earlobe. "You're the most caring."

"You are just coaxing the child."

The boy's entire soul turned into the color of sunset. He tried to float away in panic, but Ruan Yunsheng grabbed the tassel of the jade pendant on his waist.

As the two of them pulled and dodged, they both fell onto the couch.

“Hmm!”

A soft touch on the lips.

Song Tinghe's eyes widened, his body stiff as a piece of wood. Ruan Yunsheng was also stunned. Their breaths intertwined so close to each other. She could clearly see the boy's trembling eyelashes and her own reflection in his clear pupils.

One second

Two seconds

Song Tinghe's soul suddenly exploded into a ball of red mist, and he stammered, "I, I, I didn't mean to do that!"

"I, I, I didn't mean it." He stammered, his soul burning like a ball of fire.

At this moment,

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and two figures, one in black and one in white, rushed in hurriedly.

"Miss Ruan! Emergency--" Hei Wuchang's voice stopped abruptly.

Four pairs of eyes looked at each other.

On the soft couch, Ruan Yunsheng was half-supporting herself, with Song Tinghe's soul still covering her. The distance between them was so close that they could almost count each other's eyelashes.

The air froze for a moment.

"Excuse me!"

Bai Wuchang reacted very quickly, covering Hei Wuchang's eyes with his hands, and turned to leave, "You guys continue!"

"Wait!" Ruan Yunsheng jumped back, his cheeks flushed. "It's not what you think!"

Song Tinghe even floated to the beam of the house with a "swoosh". His soul was as red as a cooked shrimp, and he wished he could disappear on the spot.

The Black and White Impermanence stood at the door, their eyes wandering, but the corners of their mouths curled up wildly. The Black Impermanence coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "Um...did we come at the wrong time?"

"What do you think?" Ruan Yunsheng gritted his teeth and picked up the account book on the table and threw it over.

Bai Wuchang dodged nimbly and said with a grin, "Don't be angry, Miss Ruan. We had no choice." He tugged at Hei Wuchang's sleeve and said, "Old Black, let's get down to business."

Hei Wuchang then remembered the important matter and hurriedly said, "Miss Ruan, those two guys, the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced, are clamoring to be transferred, saying they don't want to work for the judge anymore!"

Ruan Yunsheng raised his eyebrows: "What does this have to do with me?"

"Why is it okay?" Bai Wuchang came forward with a flattering look on his face, "You promised them in person a few days ago in order to get their help!"

"I didn't say that." Ruan Yunsheng spread his hands, looking innocent. "It was you guys who were talking nonsense seriously, and I interrupted you. You made up something."

Hei Wuchang said with a bitter face: "Miss Ruan, please be kind and help us persuade them! Those two guys are now squatting by the Naihe Bridge on strike, and the judge is almost mad!"

Ruan Yunsheng leaned on the table with his arms folded, smiling: "Why should I help you?"

The Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance, then suddenly pulled out a brocade box in unison, presenting it to her like a treasure. "This is the 'Soul-Condensing Pill' specially approved by Lord Yama. Consuming it will allow ghosts to solidify for a long period of time, and from the outside, they will appear no different from a living person."

Before he could finish his words, Song Tinghe floated down from the beam, staring at the brocade box with sparkling eyes.

Ruan Yunsheng glanced at him and curled the corners of his lips slightly: "Deal."

Ruan Yunsheng took the brocade box and lightly tapped the lid with her fingertips. A shiny pill lay quietly inside, emitting a faint blue light. She turned her head to look at Song Tinghe. The young man was staring at the pill eagerly, his soul glowing slightly with anticipation.

"Open your mouth." She picked up the pill, with a hint of laughter in her voice.

Song Tinghe moved closer obediently and opened her lips slightly, but at the moment when the pill was about to enter her mouth, Ruan Yunsheng suddenly withdrew his hand and shook her.

"What's the rush?" She raised an eyebrow, a sly look flashing in her eyes. "I can help you, but first, do you want to know if this pill has any side effects?"

The Black and White Impermanence suddenly stammered and their eyes became vague.

"This, this is... He is currently only in the state of a living soul. If he can't find a body within six months after taking this pill, I'm afraid he won't be able to return."