I said it lightly.

The ghost Li Hefei was frightened and said:

"It's okay! If the two brothers hadn't come over, I might have died again.

Okay, okay, I’ll go with you right now.”

While he was talking, he picked up his clothes, put on a set of clothes and put them on directly.

I didn't waste any time and took out the penalty interest note in my hand:

"Li Hefei, the longevity you borrowed has been used up.

This is the penalty interest note, you sign it yourself and come with us later."

Li Hefei took the penalty interest note and looked at it with surprise on his face:

"Ah! Penalty interest, 10% penalty interest, so high?

I was only overtime for one and a half days, and I had to pay penalty for more than 200 days, which is almost a year of good luck.

You also know that it's not that I don't report downstairs, nor that I don't follow the rules.

Aren't I trapped in the grave by these banana roots and can't get out?

Yes, can there be less penalty points?"

There are indeed some external factors in Li Hefei's situation.

But things like penalty interest are not something I can say and do.

I can only say:

"I'm sorry, brother, we are just doing business.

But we will truthfully report your situation to the superiors after we return.

As for how to deal with it, it is up to our superiors to decide.

But you have to sign the penalty and interest note first."

While I was talking, I had already taken out a black box.

Inside is black yin mud, specially for ghosts.

When Li Hefei saw that I couldn't make sense here, Huang Mao stood next to me with a peach wood gun again, menacingly.

He is just an ordinary ghost, and the mahogany gun is a great deterrent to him.

How dare you have any objections?

I can only nod my head reluctantly:

"Then, I'll sign it, but, after you two go back, you must help me beg for mercy. I've had too much luck in the past year.

All in all, I will have to suffer six years of bad luck in the next life to pay off my debts."

My expression did not change and I continued to speak;

"Brother, we all act in accordance with the contract.

And the cycle of life and death.

You should have left three years ago.

But if you stay there for three more years, you will naturally have to pay a corresponding price.

Besides, you were overtime for the day and a half.

Our museum also assumes corresponding guarantee responsibilities.

Sign it!

By the way, you have to read out the above and then sign."

"oh!"

Li Hefei was unwilling to do so, but still took the penalty and interest note and said stiffly:

"I, Li Hefei, was born on January 3, 1995. I live at No. 101, Xuefu Road, Nangang City.

Because I borrowed my life from Phoenix Mountain Funeral Home for three years, it is now one and a half days overdue...

Now, sign voluntarily."

After reading, Li Hefei looked at Huang Mao and me.

The two of us were sure it was correct and both nodded:

"Sign it, it's no problem."

Li Hefei then picked up the pen to sign, then pressed his hand on the black mud and put his fingerprint on the penalty note.

After he pressed the button, I took the penalty note.

I found that the word "1·5" for the number of overdue days on it had automatically turned from red at the beginning to black.

This should be because the penalty interest timer has been stopped.

Check it is correct and put it away.

Huang Mao now took out a black rope from his tool bag. There were three copper coins at each end and in the middle of the rope.

We call this rope the "fairy rope" in our museum, but it's actually a ghost rope.

A kind of rope woven with hemp rope, black horsetail and black cat hair.

Any evil spirit entangled in such a rope will have a hard time escaping.

But the rope itself does not suppress Yin or suppress evil spirits.

Huang Mao held the fairy rope and said to Li Hefei:

"I'm sorry, please cooperate. We have a bottom line."

When Li Hefei saw this, he had no objection and directly stretched out his hand to be bundled with yellow hair.

Seeing how cooperative Li Hefei was, I took out one and said:

"Brother, do you want to smoke?"

"Have one!"

I smiled, took out a cigarette, smoked it in front of his grave, and put it in front of the grave.

Li Hefei reached out and pinched the cigarette in front of the grave, and a cigarette appeared between his fingers.

He didn't use a lighter, he just stretched out two fingers and made a small flame.

This was the first time I saw a ghost lighting up a cigarette. It felt strange, but not surprising.

When people die and become ghosts, there is not much difference between us except for the different states.

The matter was settled, and Huang Mao and Li Hefei were signaled to go down the mountain.

Our mission is to catch three ghosts.

In the second half of the night, I still have to continue working.

Huang Mao is at the front, pulling the fairy rope.

The ghost Li Hefei was in the middle. I was on guard at the back and followed the original route down the mountain.

As soon as we started going down the mountain, we heard Li Hefei sighing in the middle;

"Hey! It's good to be alive, but it's cold to die. Family and friends are the difference between yin and yang."

Hearing this, I had some feelings.

I almost died after I was born. This life was borrowed from my godfather and Sister Bai.

How I borrowed it and who I borrowed it from, I don’t know.

But the only thing I know clearly is that living is good and I want to continue living.

Otherwise, I would not be so insistent and want to stay in the funeral parlor to learn art.

I want to find the person who harmed me and get back the life I lost.

I didn't speak, but there was a little melancholy in my eyes.

But Huang Mao, who was leading the way, replied:

"Brother, I see in your death report that he died in a car accident. What was the situation like at that time?"

Li Hefei was asked and sighed again:

"Hey! I was unlucky too. I was hit and killed by a wealthy second-generation drunk driver on the road."

"What the hell, are you so unlucky?"

"That's not true. One of the reasons why I borrowed my life is to see what kind of punishment the rich second generation who killed me will get.

But who knows, his father used many methods.
To be continued...