Chapter 2: Those who don't work hard are not good ghosts
Passing through the downtown area and walking into the alley in the afterglow of the setting sun, Lu Zhi was distracted and dazed, and he only knew to follow the figure in front of him and continue forward.
There were no more well-dressed, hurried white-collar workers, and the cold, gleaming glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings were left behind. The moment I stepped into this alley, the vibrant colors of the glamorous world quickly faded, leaving only a dim darkness.
"sit."
When Qin Qinsen put down his bag and came out of the inner room, he had changed his clothes. Lu Zhi, on the other hand, acted like a sunflower, stretching his head and turning around to follow his movements.
"We only have boiled water, so just drink it."
Qin Qinsen is very handsome, with a fair complexion, three-dimensional features, and peach blossom eyes that seem to be soaked with water. But when I look at him, I always feel a little weird.
Anyone who has someone hugging their thighs and crying in the street would be frightened.
Swallowing the last mouthful of cold water with difficulty, Lu Zhi suspected that he had bumped into the trash can when passing the corner of the alley just now and was discovered by the person in front of him, otherwise why would he have such an expression.
Lu Zhi only heard Qin Qinsen say "Don't move", and then pulled out a black thread from behind his ear like a magic trick.
It will squirm and struggle, and one can even tell from the strange movements of the black line that it is trying to escape.
Boom——
Qin Qinsen shifted his attention away from the black line, and saw Lu Zhi's whole body go limp and fall to the ground.
"Bad luck and someone tampered with me, it's bad luck and bad luck."
Cold sweat streamed down his back, quickly soaking it. Lu Zhi suppressed his nausea and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you mean?"
Qin Qinsen kneaded the black thread like he had a new toy. This was the first time he had touched a Yin object with his own hands. Although it wasn't a real ghost or monster, it was still full of Yin energy. If someone was unlucky enough to get involved, they would lose their life if they weren't careful.
The guy who sat on the ground for a long time without getting up is considered lucky.
He applied force with his fingertips, and the black line dissipated into the air. "It means that if you carry this thing with you, your luck will only get worse day by day, until all your money is gone and your family is destroyed."
"Who the hell is hurting me!"
Hearing this, Lu Zhi's legs were no longer weak, and he was no longer out of breath. He jumped up, and there was still depression in his eyes, but with a hint of ruthlessness.
Qin Qinsen said nothing more, rubbing his fingers together as if savoring the past. "When you get back, pay more attention to the behavior of those around you. If someone suddenly gets a toothache after drinking cold water, or someone breaks a tooth after eating noodles, or... loses an arm or a leg."
The cold tone calmed Lu Zhi down, "Master, what about me?"
"Get more sun and get rid of bad luck." Seeing the man's expression remained unchanged, Qin Qinsen said, "If you're still worried, go to a temple or Taoist temple to burn some incense and add some money. Do more good deeds on a daily basis to improve your luck."
"Be gentle in your dealings, otherwise all the good karma accumulated by our ancestors over the years will be wasted in your hands."
His eyes were fierce and bloodshot, and in ancient times, he would have been at least a guard or thug. Qin Qinsen dared to guarantee that the other party's profession must have quite "high" requirements.
From the moment he saw the ghost of the little girl, Lu Zhi knew that he had met someone with real skills today.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. Um... can you please leave me your contact information?"
Seeing Lu Zhi's cautious look, Qin Qinsen smiled and agreed.
After seeing off the first customer, Qin Qinsen immediately closed and locked the door, drew the curtains, and looked at himself carefully in the mirror.
The height and appearance have not changed, the only thing that has changed is——
Eye.
Strands of golden light and red lines surround the pupils, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
Qin Qinsen confirmed that before today, there was absolutely no such thing in his eyes.
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand towards the mirror. As the golden light chased the red line, it seemed as if it felt the touch of his fingers through the mirror and quickly hid behind his pupils.
I closed my eyes and opened them again, and there was no discomfort or other abnormalities.
"Why do I see ghosts when I come here? Why me? Who asked me to come here?" After a moment's silence, Qin Qinsen suddenly smiled at the mirror and said, "Why would I work here if I can see ghosts? I'm going to quit tomorrow."
Who cares about the stupid plot and the supporting characters being buried with the hero and heroine in the book? Isn't it enough to just stay away from the hero and heroine in the book? This was his original plan - to work for a few days and observe the direction of the plot closely. If he can straighten the hero and heroine out, he will do so. If not, he will resign and run away as far away as possible to avoid being implicated.
But now… Qin Qinsen touched his eyes and couldn't help laughing. With his knowledge, experience, and ghost-catching skills, he couldn't say he was going to be very successful, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about food and clothing, right?
Qin Qinsen's mood brightened instantly. He pulled out his phone and prepared to write his resignation letter. Unexpectedly, the scene he was looking at suddenly became distorted. He looked up suddenly and saw the person in the mirror with the same face as his, glaring at him.
The "Qin Qinsen" in the mirror had a pale face, bloodshot eyes, and evil spirit emanating from his seven orifices. He didn't look like a living person at all.
“Go up…go up…”
Facing the original owner who looked exactly like him, Qin Qinsen coughed dryly. Before he could say anything, the person in the mirror stretched out his hands and grabbed him.
"How long has it been since you cut your nails?"
The fingers are long and slender, and the nails are black and sharp. I can't imagine what the consequences would be if I were touched by this thing.
Qin Qinsen's scalp tingled as he ducked to avoid the attack of the original owner in the mirror. He'd said it wasn't that easy to travel through a book, but now, not only was the original owner dead, but he'd actually transformed into a fierce ghost and lurked right beside him!
Qin Qinsen grabbed the bath towel beside him and covered the mirror with it, and it became quiet.
"I was wondering why something was strange when I first got here. The mirror was covered in blood. Why didn't you learn something else but imitate others' tricks? Now you're dead."
He hadn't forgotten what he saw when he got up from the toilet floor.
On the mirror, there were unreliable ghostly symbols drawn with the blood of an unknown creature, a room full of red candles, and a large "sacrifice" character written on a white paper. If it weren't for a call from the Luo Group's human resources department, Qin Qinsen would have been so angry that he would have started his next reincarnation.
How can a good college student do so many unreliable things?
The most annoying thing is cleaning. If the original owner's balance was not a concern, he would definitely move out.
Qin Qinsen closed the bathroom door and decided to take a closer look at what was in the house. From the original owner's diary, computer, and phone records, it seemed the owner had lived a very peaceful and normal life. She didn't have many close friends, didn't have a partner, and kept her distance from everyone.
He had never come into contact with gods and ghosts, and there was not even a shrine at home. It was not logical that he would do something like this and end his life for no reason.
“Go…go…to work!”
A ghost hand stretched out from the TV screen and grabbed the neck of Qin Qinsen who was squatting in front of the TV cabinet and rummaging through something.
"You, you are - sick -" Qin Qinsen was choked with anger.
I've seen people obsessed with revenge and turned into evil spirits, but this is the first time I've seen someone who turned into an evil spirit because he couldn't go to work. What kind of good person loves work so much that they think about it even after they die?!
I'm still a rookie who just graduated and has never worked a day in my life!
The evil spirit on TV was getting closer and closer, and the threat of death forced Qin Qinsen to think of all the ghost-catching knowledge that had been forgotten for many years. Finally, he remembered a trick just before he came into face to face contact with the original owner of the evil spirit.
He pressed the ghost's forehead with his left hand, and pressed his right hand against his own brow. The hand seal that could have burned the ghost's hand was useless. The ghost's resistance only increased its strength, and the ghost's grip on his neck continued to tighten.
His vision went dark, and Qin Qinsen threw everything he could get his hands on at the evil spirit.
The ghost hand suddenly loosened due to some unknown reason, and Qin Qinsen was able to catch his breath.
"Cough, cough, cough." Qin Qinsen knew without looking in the mirror that there was definitely a ghost handprint on his neck, black, blue, and a little red and swollen. He glanced at the object he had just thrown at him, and it turned out to be a piece of white paper.
Tentatively raising the white paper, the ghost's original owner on the screen clearly took a few steps back, very dissatisfied with Qin Qinsen's behavior. Seeing Qin Qinsen put the white paper into his arms, the ghost wanted to rush out of the screen again, but gave up because he was afraid of the white paper.
"make money!"
This reason is acceptable, but why would he be afraid of a piece of paper? Never mind that for now.
Qin Qinsen rubbed his neck and pondered the ghost's words. Going to work equals making money, which made sense. So, was this ghost's obsession with making money? That was easy.
"Okay—cough, okay, I'll catch ghosts to make money, but don't be too obsessed. Reincarnation as soon as possible is the right path. When you die, I will fulfill your obsession..."
"Go to work! Make money! Luo's Group!"
The howling from the TV became louder and louder, and finally, the screen exploded and shattered into pieces of glass.
Qin Qinsen had no time to dodge, and his face, neck, and hands were all scratched to varying degrees. The worst thing was the thing in his arms. The once intact paper was now riddled with holes.
This is nothing. There are dozens of pieces of glass fragments filled with the figures of evil spirits, shouting "go to work", "make money", and "big group" together.
The lights inside the house flickered, giving it a haunted house vibe. Qin Qinsen was so angry he nearly passed out. "There are so many ways to make money, why do you have to take this stunt class? Huh?"
Snap——
Oh, the light bulb is broken.
If the TV is broken, it's fine. He can just not watch it. But he can't live without a light!
The already pitifully small balance of savings was made even worse tonight. Qin Qinsen hugged his weak and helpless self in the dark.
The evil spirit was still shouting, "Big Group! Make money!"
"The money earned by the big group belongs to the big group. It has nothing to do with a small shrimp like you!" Qin Qinsen yelled at him angrily.
However, the ghost that the original owner transformed into seemed a bit mentally retarded, repeating the same few sentences over and over again without any other actions. Qin Qinsen rolled his eyes and said, "I'm resigning now. If you have the ability, go find a job yourself."
After saying that, he pretended to take out his cell phone to make a call. Sure enough, the evil spirit became anxious, and countless ghost hands stretched out from the glass fragments and grabbed Qin Qinsen.
"Lin!"
Qin Qinsen was well prepared and confidently took his stance - to no avail.
"Let go! Let go, let go! I won't resign, I won't resign. I'll go to work early tomorrow and won't be late or leave early without asking for leave!"
After receiving the assurance, the ghost hands holding Qin Qinsen disappeared instantly, leaving behind a living person with tattered clothes and wounds all over his body. He wanted to cry but had no tears. "What on earth did you go through in your life that made you so obsessed with going to work?"
Qin Qinsen resigned himself to picking up the broken glass on the floor. He knew that if he changed his mind and didn't go to work, tomorrow would be his death.
Who knows what the original owner of this body did in his lifetime, that he was not afraid of magic but was afraid of a piece of white paper. Qin Qinsen felt a little distressed as he spread out the tattered and obviously useless white paper.
As for the ghosts that cannot be hurt or killed, I only vaguely remember that the old Taoist priest mentioned that it is necessary to eliminate the obsession of the evil ghosts before they can be liberated.
Qin Qinsen pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered twice - being obsessed with going to work, how unique.
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