At this time, Zhang Wazi, who had suddenly received a huge sum of money at the bottom of the lake, had no idea what would happen next.

He was immersed in the ecstasy of having so much money.

"I'm rich, I'm rich. This money should be enough to live lavishly in Fengdu for a while."

Zhang Wazi kept collecting money, and when he finally had a break, he left the bottom of the lake without saying a word.

Having never received so much money before, he naturally spent it lavishly. Soon, he had spent all the money. When he was about to go up and repeat the trick, he was stopped outside the gate of Fengdu City by a ghost.

"Ghosts who return to the underworld cannot return to the world of the living."

Zhang Wazi was so anxious that he was spinning around in circles: "Brother Ghost Messenger, I have to go back and get some money. How can I survive in Fengdu without it?"

"You can ask your family members who are still up there to burn it for you in your dreams. Now, go back quickly and don't delay our work."

Zhang Wazi, who was driven back, wandered around anxiously.

He was alone and lonely until his death. Who would come to burn paper money for him?

"Hey, you are Zhang Wazi."

Zhang Wazi looked warily at the woman in red across from him, and slowly hugged him: "I, I am, what are you doing?"

Little Garlic smiled maliciously: "I have a job here, would you like to do it?"

"No." Zhang Wazi refused without thinking. He liked to get something for nothing and to have a windfall. He had had enough of this kind of thing where he had to work to make money when he was alive. If he had to continue working after his death, why should he die?

Little Garlic narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Hmph, that's not up to you."

After she finished speaking, she forcibly pulled the other person to the bank of the Wangchuan River. Countless hands stretched out from the water surface in the river, making Zhang Wazi turn around and want to escape.

"Your job is simple. Take a small boat and salvage the garbage from the Forgotten River."

"There's garbage in the Lethe River? You've got to be kidding."

Little Garlic looked at the river surface in distress: "There wasn't any before."

However, there were too many new ghosts with poor manners, which resulted in garbage floating on the river from time to time. From then on, there was a new job in the underworld - salvaging people in the Wangchuan River.

"Remember, you must not leave the boat, otherwise you will be torn to pieces by the wronged souls that have existed at the bottom of this river for thousands of years."

"I won't do it. I won't do it."

"Stop struggling, just go ahead, hahaha."

Little Garlic grabbed the opponent's head, spun it a circle and a half in the air, and threw it accurately onto the broken boat.

The boat was shaking and even a ghost standing on it would make a squeaking sound.

Zhang Wazi held the oar tightly in his hand, wanting to cry but having no tears.

"Wow, wow, I regret it, I regret it."

If he had known this would happen, he would not have come down.

*

Ji Yu looked at Xiao Suantou's reply, and after reading it, he raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction.

Once a ghost enters the underworld, it can no longer return to the world of the living.

As for why there are so many ghosts trapped in the world of the living, it is because the ghost mouth below exploded, and now the King of Hell is still expanding it in a dejected manner.

But the underworld and the higher-ups, that is, the Seventh Bureau, have always been cooperating, so the ghosts stranded in the world are all managed by the Seventh Bureau.

The letter she wrote to Little Suantou was naturally because she wanted the kid to be more diligent.

The money earned through one's own labor is what makes a person's life, no, a ghost's life full of infinite meaning.

The road surface in Hejia Village later on did return to normal, and there were no more accidents of cars falling into it frequently.

Ji Yu also donated money to the village to expand the bridge deck and build guardrails. Not long after, representatives from the village came to see her with a banner.

A faint golden light of merit flowed into the body, and an imperceptible burning sensation quietly existed in the torso.

"Sister Ji Yu, Sister Ji Yu?"

"ah."

Ji Yu put the reply aside and then noticed that the third hexagram had already been taken by someone else.

"Excuse me."

She immediately sent a video request. The girl opposite her was wearing a jellyfish-like hairstyle. She seemed to have just come out of Congge's elevator and was passing through an aisle.

"It's okay, Sister Ji Yu, just call me Little Jellyfish."

The hair is very appropriate for the occasion.

I've always wanted to get a haircut, but I haven't seen many good-looking ones. But this sister looks so good, I'm tempted again.

[Try cutting it, at worst you'll be a healthy man again next year.]

When the little jellyfish saw that he was being praised, he smiled kindly, but he looked quite tired, as if he had not slept well for a long time.

[I wonder if I have insomnia, so I want to figure out why I have insomnia? ]

"That's not the case."

The little jellyfish stopped outside a house and didn't go in. She shook her head and said, "I don't have insomnia, but I've been having nightmares recently."

[Isn't it possible that he's been haunted by an evil spirit?]

[Where do all these ghosts come from? I guess I've been under too much pressure lately, so I'm having nightmares.]

"But the nightmares I've been having lately are exactly the same, and they're different from my previous dreams. In the past, I'd remember them at first when I woke up in the morning, but when I thought about them carefully later, I'd either forgotten most of them, or completely forgotten them, or it felt like there was a layer of fog over them."

Little Jellyfish looked at Ji Yu in confusion: "Sister Ji Yu, the dream I had was very clear, so clear that it seemed like it was happening to me."

"What did you dream about?" Ji Yu asked.

"I, I dreamed that my mother was burned to death at home. No, she was choked to death by the thick smoke. Sister Ji Yu, if it's true, I want to know what caused the fire. If it's not true, I want to ask if there is any talisman or something that can help me sleep peacefully."

[I hope this is fake. Watching my mother die right in front of my eyes would be too painful.]

After Ji Yu finished calculating, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, the dream you had should be a prophetic dream. Sometimes some people may encounter some kind of opportunity or chance, and thus dream of things that will happen in the future, which is what you are experiencing now."

"So, so you mean, my mother..."

"Now is not the time to talk nonsense, go in quickly and pull your mother out."

Ji Yu spoke very quickly. She looked at the little jellyfish who was still in a daze, and simply controlled the ghost of the old lady who was reading a newspaper behind her and pushed the person directly against the door.

The people inside wondered who was knocking on the door. A middle-aged woman pushed the door open and looked at her daughter who was behaving strangely, puzzled.

"What are you doing? You didn't bring your keys again, did you?"

"Bring Mom!"

The little jellyfish finally reacted and quickly pulled its mother out of the gatehouse.

As soon as he left, flames began to appear in the direction of the restaurant and spread rapidly.

"It's over, it's over."

The mother of the little jellyfish subconsciously wanted to go in and put out the fire, but was forcibly stopped by her daughter.

“You can’t go in!”