What can you do at my place?

I looked at Bai Yang and earnestly advised him:

"Besides, you know what we do. We deal with ghosts all day long. One wrong move and we could be reduced to ashes."

Bai Yang, however, was not deterred by my words; on the contrary, he became even more determined:

“I can work as a receptionist at your funeral home, or at least do some cleaning. Besides, you know my fate; wherever I go, I'll bring death to the people around me. But the three of you are different; you can handle it.”

I scratched my head. Bai Yang's words did make sense and were well-founded.

Seeing that I wanted to refuse but couldn't speak, Luo Tianhe took a deep breath and decided to reopen Bai Yang's wounds to make her back down:

"Bai Yang, to be honest, we have a grudge against your father, and it's hard to say we bear no responsibility for his death. Are you sure you don't hate us?"

Bai Yang shook his head:

“Since my mother died, my father has been very cold towards me, basically ignoring me completely. He even sent me to Anning Girls’ High School. I don’t have a deep relationship with him. I used to think he was too busy to care about me, but actually he loves me very much, after all, I am his daughter.”

"Now it seems that he hates me to the core, and he probably blames me for killing my mother every moment."

"Besides, I just gave him my life back. I was only saved by the Taoist priest, but I don't owe him anything anymore. To be honest, he brought it on himself. I don't hate you. But do you hate me? After all, it was my father who was plotting against you all along."

At this point, Bai Yang seemed about to cry again. Li Huai felt a headache coming on whenever he saw her about to cry, so he waved his hand and said:

"That was done by your heartless father. What does it have to do with you? Besides, you're the one who suffered the most; you almost got killed. Furthermore, if we really hated you, we wouldn't have been able to save you."

"You've gone all the way to save me, you can't just stand by and watch me starve to death, can you?"

Bai Yang looked at me pitifully again.

Li Huai and Luo Tianhe were both convinced. Seeing that I was still hesitating, Luo Tianhe nudged me:

"Let her work as a receptionist at the funeral home. When guests come in, she can greet them and then call us. That way, we won't have to stay at the funeral home all day."

"Exactly, and I heard from Brother Luo that you told him to recruit some shop assistants similar to me. You should turn down these offers that are practically handed to you."

Li Huai also offered his advice.

Seeing how easily they were persuaded, I felt a little helpless and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, you win. You can come to work here. Here's the key to the funeral home. You can open the door every morning, just like Luo Tianhe said. If there are guests, just call us."

I tossed the funeral home keys to Bai Yang.

Bai Yang took the key, his eyes lighting up:

"Brother Yan, can I stay there? I have nowhere to stay right now."

"Well, of course, there are places to sleep in the funeral home, but it is a funeral home after all. Aren't you afraid to stay there as a girl?"

I scratched my head and asked.

To be honest, funeral homes are places with a lot of yin energy; I wouldn't even want to live there.

"My sister would probably like the environment there."

Bai Yang said with a serious expression.

My lips twitched. Only then did I realize that there was another powerful being inside Bai Yin's body, so I didn't need to worry about her safety.

"Here's a card for you. The PIN is six eights. Consider it an advance on your salary. You can use it to buy some daily necessities."

I took out the bank card that I had originally prepared for my master and handed it to Bai Yang.

Bai Yang's gaze towards me was immediately filled with deep emotion:

"Boss, you're so kind!"

We chatted for a long time outside Anning Girls' High School before we saw the Taoist priest gracefully climb over the wall.

I quickly moved forward:

"Master, how are you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. But this sachet of yours has quite a history."

Master Li Qingxiao waved his hand, indicating that he was alright.

When he mentioned the sachet, I told him its origin in detail.

"I see. Here you go, it's about one-fifth full now, and then you'll be able to rescue the person you were talking about."

The master tossed me the sachet, which I hurriedly caught. I found it was already four-fifths full, practically one step away from being completely full.

Luo Tianhe was even more excited than I was, after all, Lao Dao was his subordinate, and he had suffered a lot recently in order to save Lao Dao.

"Let's go, this isn't a good place after all."

The Taoist priest waved his sleeve and was about to leave, and we naturally had no objections.

The next day, I woke up very early, unlike before when I would sleep until noon, and I felt full of energy.

Touching my unharmed face, I smiled. After yesterday's ordeal, the bruises from the ghost pinching had completely disappeared.

I am no longer as listless as I used to be.

I stretched, washed up, grabbed my spare key, and hailed a taxi to the funeral home.

On the way, the driver seemed to be a chatterbox, rambling on about this and that, and I absentmindedly went along with him.

"Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual. Did you know that the teaching building of Anning Girls' High School collapsed?"

The driver suddenly spoke, and I immediately perked up.

"It collapsed? What happened? It was perfectly fine."

Seeing my interest, the driver immediately got excited too:

"You wouldn't believe it, such a tall building, without any earthquake or anything, just collapsed for no reason. They say it's related to ghosts!"

The driver acted mysteriously, and I pretended to be startled:

"I know Anning Girls' High School is eerie, but how could a ghost demolish a building? It must have been built with shoddy materials. There are so many shoddy construction projects these days."

“You’re right, developers these days are all heartless, but Anning Girls’ High School is an exception. I have a friend who’s a policeman, and he went to the site this morning.”

At this point, the driver lowered his voice, as if afraid someone might overhear.

I pursed my lips. Given his talkative nature, he'd probably say the same thing to every passenger who got on, and now he was putting on this mysterious act.

But she still cooperated by lowering her voice and moving closer to him, as if she really wanted to know.

"That's right. According to my friend, a few people came to the scene. I don't know if they were Taoist priests or something. Anyway, they were making a lot of noise and told them that this was not a natural collapse, but that there were evil spirits."

"How could a bunch of properly educated police officers believe this?!"

"After all, they thought the haunting of Anning Girls' High School was just a rumor and didn't believe it at all. But then this Taoist priest showed off a few skills and really impressed them."