Li Qiming looked at the old man's pitiful appearance, his nose felt sore, and he acted faster than his brain. He took out a red candle from his bag and handed it over: "Old man, this is for you."

Xiaomu glanced at him helplessly, pulled out a few of them, took out a lighter and lit it: "I'll cook some for you, eat your fill first."

"Okay, okay, thank you young guys, good people! They are all good people! Better than my kids. My kids are all thinking about making money, and they don't want to come back to see me, the old man." The old man's eyes were moist and he kept bowing to thank him. His thin body, which was not much flesh left, was shaking, as if he would fall down at any time.

Song Shuangshuang couldn't see this scene, and turned her head with red eyes.

Soon, the candles and incense were lit.

The old man approached the incense and candle, as if he was savoring the delicious food, sucking with pleasure on his face.

When the other ghosts smelled the incense and candles, they could no longer hold back and surrounded the old man, greedily sucking the remaining fireworks.

The scene was very harmonious for a while.

When the candlelight burned out, they licked their mouths, pushed and shoved, and rushed to recommend themselves.

"Choose me and choose me, I don't want to have more, just two candles are enough."

"Choose me, I only have one."

"I can work and eat less, just half..."

Xiao Zhang shouted angrily: "You are maliciously suppressing the market, hurry up and don't make trouble."

Unfortunately, these hungry ghosts ignored him and squeezed him behind.

One by one, they surrounded the incense and candle bags, their eyes shining.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, these candles are just desserts before meals, and I will buy them again. As long as you help, you will have a portion and you don't need to compete."

Xiaomu had to maintain order first and comfort these excited ghosts first: "You listen to me first."

As soon as I heard that I could have a share as long as I helped, these ghosts finally calmed down.

Xiaomu took out Duanmu Jing's photo, told them the soul they were looking for, and burned all the incense candles in the bag to satisfy these ghosts first.

And promised that if there were clues about Duanmu Jing’s soul, the reward would be doubled.

All he chose were the best incense and candles, which were pure and sufficient.

A bunch of ghosts was very satisfied with eating.

Seeing that Song Shuangshuang was holding his arms, his face turned pale and trembling slightly, Li Qiming quickly took off his coat and put it on her: "Are you afraid?"

Song Shuangshuang rubbed her arms and shook her head: "I'm not afraid, I'm just cold."

The air conditioner crept into the bones one after another, which was not pleasant.

Xiaomu looked at the two people who were trembling with coldness, realized that they were different from themselves, so he had to avoid it: "If you inhalate too much Yin Qi, it will hurt your body. You can stand away and go back to the car."

Li Qiming took Song Shuangshuang backed and stood farther, but he was unwilling to go back to the car.

After all, such a scene will never be seen once in a lifetime.

It is all thanks to Xiaomu's ability to see it, and I am reluctant to miss it.

Take advantage of this opportunity to gain insight.

The ghosts had a full meal, took the task, left satisfied, and went to work.

Each of them has an area allocated to improve efficiency.

Li Qiming was still crowded just now, and the empty funeral home gate was now, and the lively scene just now seemed like an illusion: "What should I do now?"

"Just wait for the news."

Xiaomu said in a sure tone: "It won't take long."

He first contacted Yin Chai 066 and confirmed that Duanmu Jing's soul was not in the underworld and had not been eliminated.

Then it's still in the world.
Chapter completed!