The face-burning master chapter:

"Chen Yi...Chen Yi..."

The inexplicable call was low and eerie, and full of strong anger, which was difficult to distinguish for a while.

As if she were drowning, the girl suddenly felt difficulty breathing. Her body began to struggle, as if she wanted to wake up but couldn't.

After a moment, she opened her eyes suddenly, stood up and breathed heavily, as if she would suffocate if she was any closer.

The hazy vision began to clear, but it was not the exquisite and luxurious soft bed of my own home.

"Uh, hot!"

The girl subconsciously raised her hand, but it was her own burned and ulcerated palm!

In the midst of the pain, as far as the eye could see, the surrounding area was a burning wasteland, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The cracked earth was like a spider web, and there seemed to be something strange watching her from the deep gaps.

From all directions, there was a burst of mournful wailing!

At this time, a heavy breathing sounded like muffled thunder.

The girl looked up, but at this moment, her face was stiff, and tears were subconsciously shed from the corners of her eyes. She obviously wanted to scream in fear, but her throat seemed to be strangled by something, and she could only make a hoarse whimper.

But what he saw in front of him was a ghost covered in bruises and skinny bones.

The most terrifying thing is that the ghost's face is burning with fire!

"You! Can! Know! Sin!"

It was like a muffled thunderous voice of guilt, accompanied by wailing and laughing sounds all around.

However, the girl seemed to be paralyzed by excessive fear, her eyes were wandering and cloudy, and when she finally glanced over, she saw the huge grimace that was gradually approaching and the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva with a compassionate face and a smile on the head of the ghost.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Amid the shrill screams, there was a faint mocking sound of evil spirits mixed in, and everything fell into darkness again.

...

Jiuzhou, Wenwan Street, Shangjing City.

Kong Sang held the recruitment notice in his hand and looked up at the antique store in front of him. After confirming that the address was correct, he stepped forward and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

"jingle."

There was a crisp sound, which turned out to be a string of bronze bells hanging on the wooden door inside the house.

"Uh, excuse me, is anyone here? I'm here to apply for a job."

Kong Sang scratched his head in fear, but what he saw was rows of ancient shelves and rows of valuable antiques, a table, two armchairs, and the exquisite mountain and sea screen.

Not all antiques look very exquisite, some can be said to have been weathered by history.

However, without any protective measures, it was displayed casually on the archaeological shelf, which vaguely showed the weight of history.

Look at the table in front of you. There are all kinds of pens, inks, paper and inkstones, just like a scholar.

There is also a wisp of green smoke emanating from the incense burner, and the fragrance is calm and elegant, not overpowering.

Only there was an LCD TV hanging on the wall, which seemed a little out of place.

"Oh, are you finally here?"

Amidst the sound of footsteps going down the stairs, the bead curtain was gently pushed open by a slender man.

The man has a clear face and is wearing a long white velvet coat. Under the buckle, there are pale gold bronzing patterns that resemble dragons and tigers. Coupled with the lapis lazuli chain he is wearing, he actually has an inexplicable aura from a foreign land.

"Are you the boss here? I'm here to apply for a job."

Kong Sang placed the application form on the desk, but did not dare to sit down.

Because the chair behind him seemed to be an old object, Kong Sang felt that if he accidentally touched it, he might not be able to afford the compensation if he sold it.

Moreover, he knew that the owners of these antique shops attached great importance to rules and he could not be rude.

Seemingly sensing Kong Sang's uneasiness, the boss smiled:

"Don't be formal, just sit down."

Kong Sang hesitated for a while, and finally sat down, but it seemed that it was because it was his first time interviewing in a place like this, so he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Hello, my name is Kongsang, and I'm applying for the position of antique keeper in the store..."

"Well, I know, you were admitted."

"I'm in my internship period, so...huh?"

Kong Sang didn't react for a while.

Is he admitted? He prepared a long list of words to hope that the boss would give him a chance, but just omitted it?

This is unscientific. He has heard from his seniors that it is very difficult for someone like himself who has no background and no postgraduate degree to find a job in the field of Shangjing Literature and Archeology.

"Your name is Kongsang."

The boss picked up the tobacco pipe on the table. It seemed to be an old item. But what confused Kong Sang was why there was a big red peony made of silk flowers hanging on the pipe.

"You are twenty-three years old this year. You have had no father or mother since you were a child. You grew up in an orphanage. Your studies are acceptable. You applied for religious literature and minored in archeology in college. Due to lack of money, you are unable to continue your studies. You are currently in the internship stage, but there are no opportunities.

According to the conditions, I can only come to Wenwan Street to find a job first."

The boss finished speaking slowly, but Kong Sang still seemed a little slow and tilted his head slightly.

"Why?"

"Haha, I'm surprised how I know this information about you." The boss's smile seemed to have a hint of slyness: "That's not important. What's important is that you were admitted."

"But, but why?"

"Because you have no parents and no savings, it means that you are very eager to work. No matter whether the salary is high or low, it is already very difficult for you to find similar channels to work in your major without resources and background.

So, even if I don’t give you basic benefits and let you go to work at eight o’clock every day and get off work at twenty-four o’clock, you can only endure it. After all, you still need to write an internship thesis.”

Kong Sang's mouth twitched, "Well, no wonder you don't need to introduce yourself. Is it because I'm cheap, easy to use, and obedient?"

This kind of rhetoric should be put on some short video software, and it will not be criticized by the majority of keyboard warriors.

"Okay, I'm just kidding. But when it comes to our antique business, your status and background are indeed very convenient."

The cigarette holder was facing each other, and after a moment, the boss blew out a puff of green smoke.

"My surname is Zheng, you can call me Boss Zheng. I open the door at 12 noon and close eight hours later. There is a room upstairs, which is your residence. You have 6 days off and 1 day off. You can set your own rest time without following me.

Said. The monthly salary is 10,000 yuan, plus meal allowance. Your job is to open the door to welcome customers and wipe the antiques clean. I usually won’t be in the store, so if you have any questions, please contact me by mobile phone.”

"Well, what if there are guests coming to the door?"

Boss Zheng glanced at it: "The antiques on the first floor are clearly priced. If the customer selects them, you can just sell them and just keep an account. If they are sold, your commission will be 10%. But remember, you only need to keep the price every day.

Three orders are allowed. One more order is not allowed. No matter how much money the other party pays. Otherwise, you will be fired immediately."

Good guy, you don’t make any money even if you have a business?

There seemed to be more question marks on Kong Sang's head.

"In addition, only one antique on the first floor is allowed to be sold every day, and it needs to be reviewed by me. If the customer pays a high price or troubles you, don't be afraid."

"Understood, when it comes to the antiques on the first floor, you need to contact the boss for your decision."

"Haha, that's right." Boss Zheng opened the drawer again and threw a bank card to Kong Sang: "The password is six and eight. This is your meal allowance for a month. When you use it, tell me and I will type it in again.

I will transfer your salary directly to you on the first of every month via mobile phone. Do you have any questions?"

"No, no more."

"Very good, then when can I go to work?"

Kong Sang wanted to go back to the dormitory to pack his luggage, but after thinking about it, he seemed to have nothing: "I can start working in an hour."

"Haha, very good."

On the LCD TV, a news report just started:

"This is Jiuzhou TV station reporting to you. Just the day before yesterday, there was another unexplained death in Xingyang Garden in Shangjing. The police are currently investigating the suspects..."

"Xingyang Garden, tsk tsk, it's not that far from here."

Boss Zheng played with the peony pipe in his hand and chuckled: "Did you know? This is already the third person."

"Well?"

"A high school, a class, both boys and girls, died one after another in just one week. Although there are mosaics on the TV, what I can tell you is that these people were overly frightened and their souls dissipated from their bodies.

Death. It can be considered a very miserable way to die. However, there is still a survivor, although he has been rescued. But...who knows how long he can survive."

"Why?"

Kong Sang didn't know how to answer for a while.

His profession means that he is not an atheist, but when Boss Zheng swore to tell the cause of the other party's death, Kong Sang always found it a bit strange.

And the soul left the body...is there any evidence for this?
To be continued...