Chapter 02 Chapter 2
As Zhao Mingming screamed, several staff members also shouted one after another.
"There really is a ghost, run away..."
"Hiss, just now we were just hitting a ghost wall, but now we have crashed directly into a ghost den?"
"What should I do? There's no road over there. Should I walk back?"
The group of people were in chaos, and there was panic in the live broadcast room.
[Why does this feel so real! That guy is so weird]
[Scared to death, this show must be haunted! The next door is haunted and so is this place]
[Haha, the acting is quite realistic. Where did you find such a good-looking actor? He is really gloomy]
…
Whether in the live broadcast room or in reality, there was already chaos. Until Hua Mu shouted seriously: "Quiet! Look at what this is."
Everyone subconsciously quieted down, and Zhao Mingming also bravely looked over. Hua Mu was holding a small piece of wood with a few large characters engraved on it: "Our store is closed today." It was the black shadow that just flew out from the crack in the door. It first hit Zhao Mingming, then fell to the ground and was picked up by Hua Mu.
Zhao Mingming looked at the block of wood, then looked at Hua Mu blankly: "Ghosts are on holiday too?"
Hua Mu: “…………”
The young man who had been keeping an eye on the outside couldn't help but mutter, "Why are we taking a holiday after the National Day?"
After a pause, he suddenly realized that the "ghost" outside was referring to him. He was speechless - who has ever seen a ghost hunter being mistaken for a ghost?
The young man touched his proud face. He was handsome, but at least he was handsome. How could he be related to a ghost?
But the screams that just came out one after another outside slapped him in the face silently. He snorted softly, thinking that young people nowadays are really ignorant.
However, this indirectly confirmed his previous guess that these people couldn't even tell the difference between humans and ghosts. He was afraid that there were really just one or two ordinary people with slightly stronger inspiration who accidentally triggered his formation.
Inspiration is the abbreviation of spiritual perception in their line of work. People with stronger inspiration can achieve twice the result with half the effort and make rapid progress in their cultivation. Unfortunately, the few people outside could not distinguish between humans and ghosts, and their inspiration was weak, which just happened to be stuck at the point that could trigger his formation. If it were an ordinary person, he would not be able to trigger his formation.
This can rule out the possibility that these people were sent by his creditors. If they were to send someone, they would not send ordinary people. The young man touched his chin and began to regret that he had been impulsive just now. He should have asked clearly first.
Seeing that some people outside the door had even begun to discuss in a low voice whether to call the police or ask for help from a Taoist priest, the young man's eyes dimmed. Whether it was the police or the Taoist priest, it was not what he wanted to see. He turned around and opened the door again.
As he reappeared, the people outside the door fell silent as if their throats were strangled, and they looked at him with fear and vigilance.
The young man glanced at the few people calmly and said, "I'm not dead yet."
Zhao Mingming and the others looked suspicious, but Hua Mu coughed lightly and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I already know. The main thing is... there is a red mark on your neck."
She tapped her neck. The eerie atmosphere in front, the pale and cold expression of the young man in the back, plus the bloodstain on her neck, made it hard not to misunderstand.
However, when she saw the wooden sign that said "This store is closed today", she guessed that this person was not a ghost.
The young man's slender fingers gently stroked his neck, rubbing off a large piece of red. He put his fingers in front of him and looked at them, saying nonchalantly, "I was doing handicrafts just now, and I accidentally rubbed the paint when I was scratching my itch."
Hua Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief. If she looked closely, she could see that the color was lighter and brighter than blood. She said embarrassedly, "Sorry, it was a misunderstanding. By the way, you are the son of the owner of this store, right? What's your name?"
"I'm the boss." The young man said, but he didn't mention his real name. Instead, he asked in a rather arrogant tone, "What are you doing at my doorstep?"
Is he already a boss at such a young age? Hua Mu was upset. Are people so young and promising nowadays?
"Then I'll call you boss." She explained consciously: "Actually, we just want to find a family to stay with for one night..."
The young man, or the young boss, seemed to be used to being called that, and didn't react. He just leaned to the side and decisively pushed the door open a little further: "Come in."
Zhao Mingming's eyes widened. Just agreed like that? It was too easy!
Hua Mu's eyes lit up and he responded excitedly: "Thank you! You are so kind, young boss!"
"You're welcome," the young boss said politely but distantly, "One hundred per person, WeChat or Alipay?"
“…………”
Wow, this time even Zhao Mingming was 100% sure that this was a human. After all, he had never heard of ghosts using WeChat or Alipay.
The two guests discussed quietly and finally decided to pay. The program team also turned a blind eye to this. The ghost wall was already scary enough, not to mention that something weird happened in the next room. What is more important at the moment is the personal safety of the guests and staff. As for the opinions of the audience in the live room? Who cares about that when their lives are at stake?
A few minutes later, the yard was illuminated by warm lights.
Zhao Mingming looked at the vivid and eerie paper figures placed in the corner, and his mouth twitched. If he was not mistaken, they were the boys and girls that were essential in traditional Chinese funerals.
The red paint on the lips of one of the paper figures was only half done, and there was a plate of red paint on the eight-immortals table next to it, which looked very much like the red on Yuan Tian's neck.
He spoke with difficulty: "What is that?"
While allocating accommodations to the staff, the young boss replied nonchalantly, "Paper people."
Hua Mu laughed dryly and said, "Little Boss, this is not the handicraft you just mentioned, right?"
"Yeah." The young boss glanced at them and said calmly, "I'm keeping the money for myself. I'm not selling it."
Hua Mu: “…………” Who the hell wants to buy this thing!
She took a deep breath, jumped over the paper figures, and pointed to a fortune-telling banner leaning against a tree not far away, which looked like the one often seen in costume dramas. On it were a few large characters: "Ask for divination and fortune-telling." She asked again, "Well, you don't often go out to set up a stall to tell fortunes, do you?"
When the young boss mentioned this, his expression fluctuated a little. He looked at the fortune-telling banner with a sad look, as if he was trapped in some bad memories, and his expression was slightly painful.
Seeing this, Hua Mu and Zhao Mingming looked at each other and didn't dare to ask any more questions. They didn't know why. Maybe it was because the young boss looked too cold and aloof, or maybe it was because the way he appeared was too shocking. They didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of him. It was as if they were not facing a good-looking young man, but a respected elder.
Fortunately, after a while, the young boss seemed to come to his senses and said faintly: "It was only counted for half a day, and then it was not counted."
"Why?" Zhao Mingming asked doubtfully, "Is it because you look too young and no customers come to patronize you? Or, you can't calculate it?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Hua Mu pulled his arm to stop him, and then said solemnly: "Fortune-telling is revealing the secrets of heaven, which can easily bring bad luck and even shorten your life. The older generation used to have a more professional term, called the five disadvantages and three deficiencies."
Zhao Mingming suddenly realized: "I see, then you must have known this, that's why you didn't continue to display it, right?"
"That's not the case." A hint of resentment that was inconsistent with his character appeared on the young boss's cold and handsome face, and he hesitated to speak.
It seemed that there was something to hide, so Hua Mu was considerate and didn't plan to ask any more questions. Unexpectedly, Zhao Mingming became curious and asked, "Why is that?"
The young boss's indifferent eyes gradually became filled with pain, and his voice was inexplicably aggrieved, and he said hatefully: "The urban management won't let us."
I chased him for eight blocks!
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