So, Song Mian took the spatula and went straight to the backyard, where she found the little yellow flower by the dry well.
Digging under the small yellow flower, Song Mian dug about half a meter deep and successfully unearthed three copper coins.
There really is a treasure!
Song Mian eagerly picked up the copper coin.
The copper coins looked very old. The moment Song Mian picked them up, she suddenly heard a ding-dong sound in her mind.
[Ding - Congratulations, host, on completing your first transaction. The Underworld Convenience Store System is now bound!]
The details of this transaction are as follows: Item traded: A pair of shiny Chelsea shoes.
[Transaction counterparty: Lin Jiaojiao.]
[Transaction Amount: Three Ancient Bronze Coins]
[Transaction Status: Completed.]
[Current shop status: A run-down little shop. Please keep up the good work, host, and strive to upgrade the shop as soon as possible to obtain system rewards.]
Just as Song Mian was wondering what was going on, she heard the cash register next to her suddenly print out a receipt.
Looking at the contents displayed on the receipt, which were the goods, object, amount, and status of the transaction mentioned by the system, Song Mian stared blankly at the money in her hand and pinched herself.
It hurts so much, it's not a dream!
"When other people see ghosts, they either get possessed or experience sleep paralysis. But when I saw a ghost, I did business with it, made money, and even got bound to a system. Even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray this like this, right?" Song Mian tried to communicate with the system to learn about the Underworld Department Store system she was bound to.
To put it simply, she can trade with ghosts through this system she's linked to.
Then she lets the ghosts use the things they traded with her to change their boring lives and satisfy their desires to shop and enjoy their ghostly existence.
The more transactions she completes, the more her shop can be upgraded, giving her various benefits.
During this time, she can also receive rewards from the ghosts and use those rewards as she pleases.
"So, does that mean I'll be making deals with ghosts every day from now on?" Song Mian thought of the female ghost shedding blood tears earlier and suddenly realized that the female ghost wasn't so scary after all.
Ghosts are nothing compared to poverty.
System: [Ghosts can use their self-awareness to come to the backyard from the underworld. At that time, the ghosts can choose to enter the funeral shop to conduct transactions. If a ghost is unwilling to trade, the host cannot force them. However, the host can use various methods to win over the ghost and facilitate the transaction.]
"You're saying that ghosts come from my backyard and enter my shop? Does that mean my backyard is connected to the underworld?"
System: [Yes, host. Your shop level is currently limited; you can only trade within the funeral shroud shop for now. Once you level up, you can unlock new underworld passages and expand your shop.]
"So, that means I'll be able to open a branch then?" Song Mian breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the system's affirmative answer.
This is her family's old house, and who knows when her gambling-addicted brother might come knocking on her door. She doesn't want to stay here any longer.
If making a deal with a ghost really works, she'll definitely move away from here and find another way out!
However, the fact that the success of the transaction depended entirely on the ghost made her feel a bit cheated.
Putting everything else aside, this system is definitely related to the funeral clothing shop that her parents left behind.
But why did she never hear her parents mention anything about the system or making deals with ghosts before they died?
"Never mind, as long as I can make money," Song Mian said, yawning.
After waiting all night, Song Mian didn't get any new business and stayed until dawn before closing the shop to rest.
After taking a two-hour nap in bed, Song Mian got up, washed up, and then received a phone call.
After pressing the answer button, Song Mian heard a wicked laugh coming from the other end of the phone.
"Hehehe, sis, I thought you'd never dare to answer my calls in your entire life."
Suddenly snapping back to reality, Song Mian hung up without saying a word.
The number kept calling, so Song Mian immediately blocked it.
But in the next five minutes, all sorts of obscene text messages came from various unfamiliar numbers.
'Song Mian, you think you can get rid of me? I'm your own brother! You're a good-for-nothing who doesn't deserve to inherit Mom and Dad's estate!'
"I'm telling you, you need to prepare 100,000 yuan for investment by today. Don't delay my investment and make money, or I'll find that old hag Chen Guiying sooner or later!"
"Sister, you're my own sister. Mom and Dad are both dead. Shouldn't we, siblings, rely on each other? If you don't help me now, how will you face Mom and Dad when you die?!"
After deleting all the information and blocking the number, Song Mian controlled her trembling fingers and quickly took the three ancient bronze coins to the pawnshop.
Half an hour later, Song Mian excitedly walked out of the pawnshop with 2,500 yuan in her hand.
“I didn’t earn as much in a month of part-time work as I did tonight. Doing business with ghosts is much more profitable than doing business with people!” Thinking that the Chelsea shoes she wore last night were old, unsellable items that cost no more than ten yuan, Song Mian suddenly realized that the female ghost from last night wasn’t so scary after all.
Feeling quite pleased with herself, Song Mian first went to the hospital to pay her grandmother's 1,000 yuan medical fee, and then went shopping without saying a word!
After going to the wholesale market for small commodities and buying a bunch of instant noodles, sausages, salted eggs and other convenience foods, Song Mian was very satisfied. Now she would finally not have to worry about not having food to eat every day!
Back at the funeral clothing shop, Song Mian began cleaning, silently hoping that some 'special customers' would come to patronize her business again tonight!
At the same time, Lin Jiaojiao from the Ghost Realm sneezed loudly.
Feeling as if someone was talking about her, Lin Jiaojiao sat at the counter and heard the gentle urging of the staff member.
"Miss Lin, did you hear what I just said? 307 years have passed since you died, and during this time, we have been able to detect the existence of your blood-related descendants in the human world."
However, they have never burned any ghost money for you over the years, which has resulted in you owing the ghost realm a total of 1 million yuan in taxes over the past 307 years. After today, you will successfully owe 1 million yuan.
According to the rules of the ghost realm, ghosts who owe more than 1 million yuan in taxes will be sent to the underworld to work forcibly to pay off their debts.
"But I've been receiving ghost money on and off. Doesn't that count as an offering?" Lin Jiaojiao asked.
Over the years, she has received some ghost money every year.
Therefore, she always felt that the Lin family was willing to make offerings to her, but perhaps due to some special reason, she did not receive these offerings.
“We can’t find any records here. Even if you receive it, it doesn’t mean it’s ghost money offered to you by your descendants. It’s not taxable. Unless the Lin family’s descendants are willing to offer you tribute, you will still be sent to the underworld.”
Despair welled up in Lin Jiaojiao's eyes as she heard the other ghosts behind her talking.
"Oh my god, how could she be so unlucky? I'd rather be annihilated than go to hell to work and pay back my debts. That's not a place for ghosts!"
"Who says otherwise? I knew a ghost friend who went to hell, and he was driven insane by the torture in less than three days. It was terrifying!"
"I know her. She's Lin Jiaojiao. She committed suicide and became a low-level ghost, ineligible for reincarnation. I heard she was expelled from the family genealogy before she died, no wonder she couldn't receive any offerings. It's so tragic!"
Lin Jiaojiao asked worriedly, "Is there any way to avoid going to hell? I can work in the ghost market; I can endure any hardship!"
The ghost worker gently reminded him, "If you were a high-level ghost, a mid-level ghost, or even a low-level ghost, we could arrange work for you. But you are the lowest-level ghost... I'm sorry, your only way out, besides providing ghost money or offerings to pay off your debts, is to work in hell."
“Offerings are even harder to obtain than ghost money. Lin Jiaojiao’s clothes are the same ones she wore when she died hundreds of years ago. Where would she get any offerings to give?” the other ghosts sighed.
Lin Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately took off her Chelsea boots and placed them on the counter: "May I ask if this can be presented as tribute?"
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