"Cruff" The hearse drove to the door. After Wang Jingzhe stood up, the car stopped. A head stuck out from the car window and looked at him for several times. He said in surprise: "Oh, why are you here? What's your name? I think about it, Wang Layue, oh, no, Wang Dahan..."

Wang Jingzhe suddenly had a dark head. Wow, this guy is so forgetful. He hasn't seen him for more than two years before and after the New Year. He saved him from the water and fire no matter how he said he had forgotten everything he called next year.

The other party suddenly slapped his head and said, "I remember, you are Wang Sanshi."

Wang Jingzhe said speechlessly: "Sorry, my name is Wang Jingzhe."

"Ah, yes, yes, I've been busy these days, and my head is not working well, I almost remembered it." Chen Fang smiled awkwardly, pushed open the car door and got out, and then asked suspiciously: "Brother Wang, are you here to find me? Is there something wrong with me? I have dreamed recently that something is wrong. I always feel that my feet are chilly, just like a cold hand holding my ankle."

When Wang Jingzhe set up a stall to sell kitchen knives at the Chenghuang Temple, Chen Fang, who was unlucky, happened to pass by there. Wang Jingzhe threw a kitchen knives to him, and later helped him solve the problem. Then there was no intersection between the two.

"You turn the air conditioner higher and cover it with a quilt, it's okay." Wang Jingzhe shook his head and said, "I came to you, but you have no trouble. The main reason is that I want to ask you for something."

"It's fine if you don't have my business, you're so scared me." Chen Fang patted his chest, and immediately felt relieved and asked, "What else can you ask me? Don't joke, you are such a powerful person."

"I want to find a job in your funeral home, preferably in a place like the morgue or a refining furnace."

Chen Fang blinked, looked around and asked carefully: "Brother Wang, tell me the truth, is there any supernatural incident happening here? You came here to secretly visit? Let me tell you, since the last incident, I have bought a lot of Taoist books, and joined several forums online, and have systematically mastered some metaphysical knowledge. In the past few days, I always feel that our sky is covered with dark clouds, the yin energy is very heavy, and the yin wind makes people feel goosebumps. I vaguely feel that I may have encountered the legendary siege of the Hundred Ghosts. It is not peaceful here in Shanghai."

Wang Jingzhe opened his mouth in surprise and held it in a long time before saying, "You are thinking too much. It's because you are going to have a typhoon in the past two days, and it has nothing to do with Metaphysics."

Chen Fang said: "No, I have studied it very clearly. It is very similar to the characteristics of the aspects. Don't hide it from me. If you tell me, I will keep my mouth shut. If you need any help, I can help you. After all, I am half a fellow student with you now."

Wang Jingzhe patted his shoulder with a lot of laughter and tears, and said, "It's really okay. I really want to ask you to help me find a temporary worker in the funeral home."

"Isn't it really an undercover person here?"

"I lie is your grandson's." Wang Jingzhe was helpless.

"Okay, okay." Chen Fangting nodded disappointedly, and after thinking about it, he said, "There must be a shortage of temporary workers. This kind of work is not easy to do. The salary of public institutions is not very high. We have to carry corpses and transport corpses. If we meet the deceased in a criminal case and die in a car accident, the death is too miserable. Most people dare not take action. It is quite short of people, but the salary is not too high. The total amount is only five or six thousand. But you can live here in the cafeteria. Uh, it just doesn't taste very good. There is always a smell of oil smoke from the refiner when eating."

"No, I heard you say, why do you use the same stove to cremate people and cook?" Wang Jingzhe asked in confusion.

"No, I'm just giving an example. The environment here is a bit hard and there is not much money."

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "Money is not a problem, just keep it."

"Okay, when I go to work tomorrow morning, you can go to the leader's place to ask, where are you going now and where are you staying?"

"I have no place to stay in Shanghai, so I can find anywhere to live at that time."

"Ah, that's fine. There is a place to live in the funeral home. I'm going to pull the body now. You can go with me and I'll make arrangements for you when I come back."

"It's OK."

Wang Jingzhe and Chen Fang got into the car and drove out of the funeral home. They were going to the hospital to pull a body back, and the day after tomorrow a deceased person was going to cremate.

While driving, Chen Fang asked Wang Jingzhe what he had done if he hadn't seen him in the past two years. Obviously, this guy has been fascinated by this business since that ghost incident.

Of course, Wang Jingzhe couldn't tell him everything, just saying that he was the best place to go, and he usually took some metaphysical work to make money. This time he came to Shanghai because he felt that he was relatively idle in a short time, so he planned to find a stable place to stay for a while and wait a few months before talking about it.

More than an hour later, Chen Fang and Wang Jingzhe returned and sent a body to the morgue. The two found a place nearby to have a meal. Then he found him a place to live in the funeral home, a single dormitory. There were very few people here at night. There were only an old man who was fighting for the update and a person on duty. Now there was another Wang Jingzhe.

On the first day of his arrival in Shanghai, Wang Jingzhe slept in the funeral home. In the evening, he waited until eleven o'clock and didn't sleep. He stood in front of the window, smoking a cigarette and looking out the window.

There were many shadows in the empty yard outside, most of which were floating around in a daze, and there were a few who seemed to be more aware. When they felt that Wang Jingzhe's eyes fell on them, they turned around and looked at him, but after basically having a look at Wang Jingzhe, they ran away in fear.

In places like funeral homes, except for the seventh day and eighth day of the lunar month, they are usually cremated. A large number of corpses are stored in the freezer of the morgue. Some of them last longer, about a few months, a year and a half, and in shorter, the most will be the most. So in this case, there will be many lonely ghosts here, and the yin energy will naturally be a bit heavy.

However, although the yin energy here is heavier than other places, it is still much worse than Wang Jingzhe’s request. After all, he obviously feels that the extra soul is not sucking much, just like drinking poison to quench thirst, and the demand is still too high.
Chapter completed!