Chapter 193 She Really Scared People
A man in his forties or fifties came out with a flashlight and shone it directly on Dai Qing's face.
"...You are playing tricks in front of me. Are you tired of living like this?"
"Master, I am not a ghost, I am a human."
Dai Qing raised her hands in front of her eyes and spoke softly.
"Where did this little girl come from? What is she doing in the cemetery at night?" The on-duty teacher looked her up and down, looking at her angrily. "Do you understand that servants can scare people to death?"
"I came here to offer sacrifices with my grandfather, and I accidentally fell asleep. I just woke up. Master, please help me open the door." Dai Qing avoided the flashlight and explained softly.
The on-duty master let out a long sigh and couldn't help but sigh, "I've been on duty here for more than ten years, and this is the first time I've seen someone oversleep in the cemetery. The little girl is quite brave."
While they were talking, a head secretly popped out from the door of the duty room. It was the young man who was howling just now.
Dai Qing saw him and gave him an apologetic smile. The young man's face turned pale and he seemed to be very scared.
"Gangzi, take out the keys from the drawer and go open the door with the master." The master on duty turned around and shouted, and the young man responded and walked out with a bunch of keys.
"Boy, open your eyes and look carefully. She is a little girl and she is not afraid. You are a grown man and you are so brave."
"Master... I really can't do this job..." He just glanced at Dai Qing. Although he looked embarrassed, his legs were still shaking.
"Hmph, even if you don't want to do it, you still have to wait until dawn to complete the formalities."
The on-duty teacher glared at him, then walked towards the front door with Dai Qing holding a flashlight.
"Little girl, this place is a bit far from the city, and it's hard to get a taxi. Just walk along this path until you get to the main road ahead. Walk another five minutes and you'll find a gas station diagonally opposite. It's easier to get a taxi there."
"Thank you, uncle."
Dai Qing walked out of the door and looked back at Gangzi who was standing next to the uncle. He had a thin body, frightened eyes, and too weak aura. He was definitely not suitable for this place.
"Your aura is too weak. You are really not suitable for this place. In the long run, it will damage your soul. Try to transfer your job." Dai Qing looked at him and reminded him softly.
"Master, she, she, she..."
Gangzi held the key and pointed at Dai Qing tremblingly, his teeth chattering. Before he could finish a sentence, he was slapped on the head by the master.
"You idiot, you're such a coward. Forget it. Apply for a job transfer tomorrow and I'll sign for you." The master watched Dai Qing disappear into the darkness, locked the door with a click, and walked back, kicking the moped.
Dai Qing walked forward along the path, mobilizing the energy in her substitute body, and took in the surrounding scenery. Although the color was dark, it was extremely clear, and she could even spot an owl hiding in the dark.
Turning onto the main road, I saw headlights on not far away, and there was indeed a gas station.
Occasionally a few cars stopped to refuel, and it is indeed much easier to get a taxi here.
The weather was hot, and under the shed of the gas station, two people on duty were sitting, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and chatting. But when they saw Dai Qing suddenly appear, they were startled and looked at each other.
"Little girl, what are you doing here alone in the middle of the night?"
Dai Qing looked at their curious eyes and said, "I just came out of the cemetery in front and wanted to go back to the city. I took a taxi here."
As soon as she said this, she heard two bangs, the sound of a bench falling to the ground. The two men jumped up and looked at her sharply.
"Where are you from?"
"Cemetery,"
Dai Qing took a step closer, and the two of them subconsciously took a few steps back, hugged each other, and stared at her in horror, as if Dai Qing was a jackal, tiger or leopard, and were on full alert.
"You...you...don't come over here, we have no grudge against each other, you...please don't do anything against the law!" The two of them snuggled together, rubbing their arms subconsciously, and their hair stood up.
Dai Qing: “…”
Are you so scared of such a bright light?
Just then, a yellow van drove over and said, "Come on, Master."
The strange atmosphere was broken. Dai Qing stood aside, watched the driver get off the car, and walked over.
"Master, are you going back to the city?"
"Let's go back. Fill up the gas and leave. Get in the car first."
The master glanced at Dai Qing and nodded directly, not noticing the atmosphere at all.
Watching Dai Qing get into the car, the two gas station masters finally returned to normal, holding the gas gun and starting to work. Even so, they still glanced into the car from time to time, looking very frightened.
One of them, when collecting the money, wanted to give the driver a reminder, but was stopped by the other person and shook his head at him.
Dai Qing looked at the two people's actions and curled her lips in silence. She had experienced it herself today: people are scary, scary to death.
The car started, and the taxi driver glanced at Dai Qing in the back seat, "Where are you going, little girl?"
"The main entrance of the Cotton Road Textile Factory." Dai Qing said softly, "It's the middle of the night, aren't you afraid, Master?"
"Haha... In our line of work, we've seen all kinds of people. We all make our own money and don't interfere with each other. There's nothing to be afraid of."
The master laughed, opened the car window and lit a cigarette.
"Master is very knowledgeable."
Dai Qing was stunned. It was true. You have to do what you are brave enough to do. It is useless to be envious. There is some money that you are destined not to earn.
Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the textile factory. Dai Qing paid the fare, got off the car and went home.
When she opened the door, she saw Xiao Hei guarding the door, looking up at her and calling out to her a few times.
"Speak softly. Don't wake up the neighbors, or they'll report you to the neighborhood committee." Dai Qing touched its head, bolted the door, took a hot bath, changed into clean pajamas, and made a cup of maltose for herself and Xiao Hei.
After drinking, Dai Qing sat on the bed and meditated, practicing her mental skills.
After a small cycle, the Qi returned to Dantian. Dai Qing opened her eyes and felt relaxed all over.
Looking at the incandescent light bulb above her head, Dai Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the conversation she heard while half asleep and half awake. Although the voice was distant and seemed to be separated by something, she was still very familiar with the hoarse and sad tone.
My grandfather smoked welding fumes all the time, which caused his throat to become smoky and he spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.
At first she thought she missed her grandfather too much and was lost in thought. But when she opened her eyes, she saw the last ray of the disappearing shadow.
Mr. Wenzhi?
I have heard my grandfather tell stories about the underworld before. There is indeed a clerk who is specifically responsible for managing the documents and copywriting of the underworld. He is similar to the chief clerk in ancient times and the secretary in modern times.
It turns out that after grandpa passed away, he became a clerk in the underworld.
Since Grandpa didn't want to affect her life, she would just pretend she didn't know. As long as Grandpa was doing well, she would feel at ease.
When she woke up, Dai Qing looked at the alarm clock and it was already half past nine in the morning.
I got up, washed up, and had a cup of malted milk and a piece of white bread for breakfast.
She went to the counter and rummaged around again, picked out a pink and white short-sleeved shirt, paired it with a red plaid A-line skirt, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and went to the vegetable market with a basket.