The male ghost floated away like a gust of wind.

Ten minutes passed and the surroundings were quiet.

Half an hour passed, and there was still no movement.

Song Shuangshuang looked at the dark night, put his hands on his chest, leaning lazily against the door, muttering: "Is this reliable?"

It was quite exciting at the beginning, but if you wait aimlessly, you will be bored.

She yawned and was about to wait in the car when she suddenly felt a cold wind gathering here, and the temperature around her was getting lower and lower.

Just as he was rubbing his arms, he saw the male ghost coming back with a large group of ghosts.

Seeing the long queue floating in, Li Qiming opened his mouth wide: "Damn, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

What about the ten promised?

There are a lot of these, are there ten?

At least two or three times more.

Moreover, the speed is amazingly fast.

Just now I was far away, but in the blink of an eye, I was approaching.

What followed was a whistling cold wind that penetrated into the bones.

As soon as these ghosts approached, their eyes stared at him like hungry wolves.

That expression wanted to swallow him alive.

No, I was staring at the incense candle wrapped in his arms.

You can also hear the sound of swallowing.

His hand shook and almost threw away the bag in his hand.

Xiaomu looked at the ghosts in front of him, including men, women, young and old, and his death was different, so he was quite satisfied.

His eyes turned to the male ghost in front: "Is this what you asked for help?"

The leading male ghost saw several people staring at him with a surprised expression and scratched his head embarrassedly: "There weren't so many, but when I heard that I had a delicious meal for you to pay for you, it soon spread in the ghost group. So, on the way back, I heard the news one by one, and some on the way back. If I think there are too many, please choose some and go back?"

After all, I’m talking about ten, which is a serious excess of the standard.

As soon as these words came, the originally quiet ghosts rushed forward and recommended themselves.

"Choose me, choose me."

"Choose me! I am so familiar with the capital. If I want to find someone, I will go to heaven and earth. Even if I get into the ditch, I have to find the people."

At this moment, a trembling old man raised his hand, his face covered with traces of time was full of expectations: "Listen to Xiao Zhang, I helped find someone, and Is there an incense and candle as a reward?"

Xiao Zhang is the male ghost they found who sold insurance.

Seeing him stepping out, the other ghosts gave him a way of giving him a favor.

Xiaomu looked at the old man and nodded: "Yes, as long as you help and have the strength, there will be ten candles and one hundred incense sticks."

"Can I help find someone? Don't look at me as old as I've lived in the capital all my life and I'm very familiar with it."

The old man said excitedly: "I am an old man living alone. No one notices me when I die, and no one burns incense, candles and paper money. I want to help find someone to taste the smell of incense, candles. I don't want more, just five candles are good, and five candles are good."

Xiaomu comforted, "Old man, then please help me find someone."

When the old man heard this, he raised his head tremblingly and looked around: "I chose it?"

At this moment, my waist was straightened.

Xiao Zhang, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "Yes, I've chosen it."

The other ghosts looked at him enviously and comfortably, but they did not feel dissatisfied because he was chosen.

After all, among these ghosts, this old man is the most pitiful.

He is so old that no one knows that he dies.
Chapter completed!