"Shouldn't the core be hidden inside the ghost's soul? If I can touch the ghost, can I attack the core through the soul and still harm the ghost?" Song Mian asked tentatively.
Meng Yi nodded affirmatively: "Of course. The core is extremely vulnerable to vengeful spirits, like a person's Achilles' heel. Touching it will make you feel uncomfortable all over. Even if you don't touch it directly, it is enough to temporarily subdue the vengeful spirit."
"I understand." Song Mian hugged Meng Yi and kissed his soft, cool little face: "Meng Yi, thank you!"
Meng Yi blushed immediately, and the ghost looked like a cooked tomato: "Don't treat me like a child. I'm much older than you!"
"Okay, okay, I'll treat you to snail rice noodle hot pot next time." After seeing Lin Jiaojiao and Meng Yi off, Song Mian went back to her room to rest.
The next morning, Song Mian rushed to Yu Bai's ward.
Upon entering the ward, Song Mian discovered that Yu Bai had already gone home, so she contacted Ling Jiao.
To Song Mian's surprise, Ling Jiao hesitated somewhat after answering the phone: "Miss Song, you don't need to see Yu Bai today. Why don't you go back first, and I'll contact you tomorrow."
Not knowing why Ling Jiao would suddenly make such a decision, Song Mian listened to the dial tone on the other end of the phone and had no choice but to give up.
That evening, Song Mian hung up a "Closed" sign at the entrance of the funeral clothing store, then put on a black windbreaker and went out of the house.
Wearing a baseball cap, Song Mian went to the bank first, withdrew 300,000 yuan in cash from her bank card, and put it into a black sports backpack.
After doing all this, Song Mian deliberately walked through several places with surveillance cameras before leisurely arriving at the place she had agreed to meet with Song Jinyan.
It was a dimly lit alley. When Song Mian arrived, she discovered that not only Song Jinyan was there, but Song Yuan was also there.
Upon seeing Song Mian, Song Yuan waved to her triumphantly: "Isn't this my dear sister? It's been so long, your brother has missed you."
Song Mian remained expressionless and threw the backpack in front of the two men: "This is the 300,000 I promised you. You can count it."
Seeing that Song Jinyan had even taken out a counterfeit money detector from his pocket, Song Mian's eyes were practically overflowing with disgust.
Song Yuan and Song Jinyan checked 300,000 together.
After checking and confirming that there was nothing wrong with the money, Song Jinyan looked Song Mian up and down with a malicious gaze and sneered, "Song Mian, we really underestimated you. We never thought you could make so much money by relying on ghosts."
Song Mian's calm expression immediately turned tense after hearing Song Jinyan's words: "What do you mean by that? I don't understand."
"Alright, alright, if you don't understand, you don't understand. Song Mian, this is Zhang Guiying's bank card. Go and withdraw the 300,000 yuan from it, and then bring the rest of the money back to us." Song Jinyan said, tossing the empty backpack he was carrying to Song Mian.
After Song Mian opened the backpack, she saw the bank cards inside.
She looked at the two men with some suspicion, then tentatively asked, "If I give you all the money in here, will you never come to bother me and my grandma again?"
Song Jinyan clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "Song Mian, that's not a very nice way to talk to you. Are you doubting us? Don't worry, I will definitely keep my promise to you. Give us the money, and I will never make things difficult for you again. I'll even give you that funeral shop. You'll be completely free from now on."
"Okay, here you go." Song Mian said, handing the schoolbag to Song Jinyan.
Watching Song Jinyan and Song Yuan cheer and then turn to leave, a cold smile quickly appeared in Song Mian's eyes before she returned to the funeral clothing shop.
Meanwhile, Song Yuan and Song Jinyan, having drunk some alcohol, were walking home arm in arm.
"Little brother, I didn't expect you to actually have a way. This time you really squeezed Song Mian out of a fortune. With 300,000 each, it's enough for us to live comfortably for a long time to come!" Song Yuan became happier and happier as he spoke, putting his arm around Song Jinyan's shoulder and laughing heartily.
Song Jinyan looked at Song Yuan with envy in his eyes: "Big brother, I can't compare to you. You have your sister-in-law to back you up. I'm far inferior to you. Your sister-in-law is so talented. If you follow her, you'll have no worries about food and drink, right?"
When Song Yuan mentioned this, he spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Don't mention that bitch to me. I don't know what triggered her before, but she started seeing ghosts too. She keeps saying that ghosts are haunting her, which makes me feel unlucky too. Anyway, I can make money off ghosts from now on. I don't need her in my way, and I can find more beautiful women."
"That's right, Uncle Chen promised us that he will continue to help us make money. We brothers will strive to make our business bigger and stronger!" The two brothers agreed immediately and continued walking forward.
Just then, Chen Shubin, who had been waiting in front, emerged, stared at the two of them, and said with a smile, "Judging from your appearance, everything is going very smoothly."
The two brothers were a little scared when they suddenly saw a ghost emerge, but when they came to their senses, they realized what was happening and their attitude towards Chen Shubin became unusually warm.
"Uncle Chen, you're here!" Song Jinyan smiled brightly when he saw Chen Shubin and said hurriedly, "Uncle Chen, we owe you so much this time! Could we burn some offerings for you as a way to express our gratitude?"
Chen Shubin said with a half-smile, "You're quite the man. Since you know how to be filial to me, I'll naturally treat you well in return. Here's what we'll do: I'll take you two to a place to find some more money."
"Money, how much? Is it another 600,000?" Song Yuan was completely drunk, but his eyes still lit up when he heard that there was money to be made.
Chen Shubin chuckled: "That kid has a good idea. Not that many, but maybe a few tens of thousands."
Having already tasted the benefits of cooperating with ghosts, Song Jinyan readily agreed and quickly said to Chen Shubin, "Uncle Chen, I knew you were the one who cared for us the most. Shall we go now?"
After Chen Shubin agreed, his figure slowly drifted forward.
Leading the two people to an abandoned landfill, Chen Shubin skillfully guided them past the landfill's main gate, which was under surveillance.
When the two arrived at the landfill, they were overwhelmed by the strong smell. After looking around, they asked, "Uncle Chen, where are those tens of thousands?"
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