Realizing what had happened, he scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply to Zhang Tianle, pleading, "Master Zhang, please save me!"
Of all the masters he knows now, Zhang Tianle is the only one.
Moreover, Zhang Tianle's cultivation level is divine, so dealing with a male ghost is a piece of cake for him.
Zhang Tianle gave him a deep look: "Let me finish speaking first."
“Alright! Master, please speak.” The ship in the harbor nodded solemnly.
"Before dealing with your wife's matter, I want to ask you, do you know you're already dead, Niu Haiyang?"
When Zhang Tianle asked this question, the viewers in the live stream gasped.
[Oh my god, Buddha blesses us! Master Zhang protects us, may evil be banished!]
[Holy crap, I was terrified! Master Zhang, did you have to be so sudden?! Just asking me one question, "Do you know you're dead?" would have scared me to death! This is really not fair, Master!]
The ship in the harbor, which was Niu Haiyang, was stunned when he heard Zhang Tianle's question.
He stared wide-eyed at Zhang Tianle.
After a long silence, he pointed to his own nose and asked Zhang Tianle, "Master, you must be mistaken! How could I be dead? I'm not dead! I'm perfectly fine!"
Niu Haiyang spun around in place.
His back of the head was also visible.
A hole was visible on the back of his head, from which blood was gushing out, staining his work clothes red.
The viewers who witnessed this scene covered their mouths in disbelief.
Honestly, they were scared by Niu Haiyang.
“You’re dead. But you don’t even know you’re dead. And as a ghost, you’re still going to work and living your old life. You mistakenly believe you’re not dead.” Zhang Tianle stared at Niu Haiyang and spoke slowly.
"That's impossible! If I were dead, I would definitely know I was dead. My wife would definitely have arranged my funeral! And those ghost messengers would have come to take me to the underworld immediately! So Master, you're joking with me, right?"
He genuinely couldn't believe he was dead.
They also refused to admit that they were dead.
“Not everyone is taken to the underworld by ghost messengers after they die.” Zhang Tianle lowered his eyes.
If all souls were led to the underworld by ghost messengers, there wouldn't be so many supernatural events.
There won't be so many ghost cultivators in this world anymore.
Zhang Tianle spoke seriously, which made Niu Haiyang's smile disappear. He put on a stern face and said, "Alright! Master, you say I'm dead, then tell me how I died."
He didn't believe Zhang Tianle could give a coherent explanation.
He couldn't believe he was dead.
He's perfectly fine, yet Zhang Tianle says he's dead. How is that possible?
At this moment, he completely distrusted Zhang Tianle.
Zhang Tianle smiled slightly: "Niu Haiyang, you are a construction worker, and a bricklayer at that. Do you remember the bricklaying job you took on in the neighboring village half a year ago?"
"Of course I remember! Back then, no one was willing to work for him, so he came to me and paid me according to the city rates, more than four hundred a day."
Speaking of this, Niu Haiyang's face lit up with a happy smile: "I worked for him for two months, and he was very generous with his payments. Almost every month after I finished working, he would automatically pay me without me having to remind him."
You haven't lived in the countryside, so you may not know much about rural areas.
Payment for this kind of work is usually delayed. Of course, we understand that. After all, it's building a house, and not everyone has plenty of money prepared.
We all know that.
So, if a company pays us after the project is completed, they are considered to be a very good employer.
He paid me well and his wages were very reasonable, so I was happy to work for him.
As Niu Haiyang was lost in his past memories, Zhang Tianle spoke up: "Then think about it again. That was a job from half a year ago, and you've only been doing it for two months now."
Zhang Tianle's words froze the smile on Niu Haiyang's face.
Yes.
Logically speaking, he should have finished the work he had been doing for so long.
But why does he only remember two months of work instead of six months?
That's not right!
Suddenly, he clutched his head.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
At that moment, he felt an indescribable pain in the back of his head.
It felt as if I had been hit hard by something.
Then he remembered.
Four months ago, he had just received his wages for the month from his employer and was discussing with his coworkers about going out for a meal that evening.
Then the homeowner thought he could help replace the glazed tiles in the stairwell on the third floor of the old house.
He saw that the glazed tiles were still in good condition and felt that they shouldn't be wasted, so he decided to collect them.
Then he stepped on it, but little did he know that the glazed tile beam was already rotten. Caught off guard, he lost his footing and fell down the stairs.
He lost consciousness on the spot.
Of course, he never woke up again.
He had no recollection of what happened after that.
He didn't die after falling down the stairs. Instead, he underwent surgery and stayed in the hospital for two whole months, still unconscious.
The doctor said that if he doesn't wake up within a month, he will become a vegetable.
He became a vegetable.
The medical expenses are enormous every day.
The family he worked for refused to pay his medical bills, which dragged his already impoverished family into financial ruin.
Later, in desperation, his family decided to give up treatment and move him back home.
A month later, he died.
What follows is what happened after he transformed into a ghost.
He went to work and went home as usual.
They don't know what fatigue is; they repeat the same things every day.
Things in rural areas are usually just the same old things.
He used to travel back and forth between home and work every day, so he didn't react immediately.
What he didn't know was that it was precisely because he traveled back and forth between his home and workplace that his home and workplace were frequently haunted.
In the first place, no one dared to work for that family, but after the incident, people were even more reluctant to do so.
That family's house was only half-built, so they left it there and didn't continue building it.
This also involves a lawsuit between his family and the homeowner.
He was supposed to go to court on the day he died, but he passed away in the early hours of the morning.
So the lawsuit dragged on for another half month.
The original compensation was reduced from five million to five hundred thousand.
After recalling all of this, Niu Haiyang fell silent.
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