I looked back at the shadowy figures standing in front of the Eight Immortals table. Their faces were blurred and their lower bodies were not grounded. They looked like ghosts!
Now he only has one thought in his mind, run!
"Haha, want to run?"
Mr. Mo seemed to have noticed what he was thinking, and smiled sinisterly and took out half of the contract in his hand.
"Your name is signed in black and white on this piece of paper, as evidenced by the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth. Where can you go?
"If you leave this door, I guarantee that you will be hooked before dawn, and you will never be reincarnated."
Zhou Shi looked at Mr. Mo's expression of not knowing whether he was a human or a ghost, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He's right...
This old man doesn't look like a human being, but he can still open an inn that entertains ghosts. He must have some powerful tricks... I have fallen into his trap!
"Hey, look at your face, you look a lot like our guest.
"Don't worry, I'm a serious person, I'm just doing some dirty work. As long as you do your job conscientiously, I'll keep you safe."
Get the vagina!
He knows the saying: The executioner's knife, the gangster's eyes, the craftsmanship of the paper maker, the cobbler's needle and thread, specializing in making money from the dead, whoever sees it will be unlucky!
Fishing for the dead can generally refer to a business that involves the dead, and ordinary people tend to stay away from it.
"Here, eat this bean first."
Mr. Mo took out a few black beans from his arms, and Zhou Shi subconsciously took a step back.
"Don't be afraid, this can temporarily suppress your yang energy. If those behind you find out that you are alive, there is no guarantee that they will have evil intentions - the ghost's desire for life is beyond your imagination."
Zhou Shi swallowed his saliva, his brain spinning rapidly.
Regardless of whether the contract is as mysterious as Mr. Mo said, I can't afford to offend this old guy who wants to take advantage of the vagina...
But if he really wants my life, there is no need to spend a lot of time listening to my chatter. He might as well just curse me to death and knock me down...
After some brainstorming, he came to the conclusion that this strange old man would not kill me for the time being, and it would be safer to follow his orders among these dead people.
Thinking of this, he felt anxious, took the beans from Mr. Mo's hand and swallowed them.
He felt as if there were ice cubes sliding in his esophagus, and his entire chest and abdomen slowly became cold.
After a brief dizziness, he opened his eyes and found that the dilapidated inn was no longer so eerie.
"Smart move. Now, serve this up."
While Zhou Shi was swallowing the beans, Mr. Mo had already placed the wine bowl on the counter and poured wine into it one after another.
He temporarily suppressed his worries and brought bowls of wine of suspicious quality to the Eight Immortals table.
While serving wine, he was surprised to find that the appearance of the ghosts had changed.
When they first came in, he only saw blurry shadows, which were very scary. But now, their faces and clothes were much clearer, and they were no longer as insubstantial as if they would disappear when the wind blew.
Is this the function of those beans just now? Zhou Shi thought, and he began to hear the whispers of the ghosts in his ears.
"Where are you from?"
"Zhou's store is not far from here. What about you?"
"I am from Tanzi Village...how did you die?"
"Oh, don't mention it. That day when the cow was put on the plow, the beast that had been stabbed a thousand times suddenly went crazy, raised its foot and gave it to me, and that's it."
"That's right, I fell into a well and froze to death. I will suffer the consequences..."
"Stop talking, come and drink!"
"Drink! I don't know where we are going next. Is it the underworld or reincarnation?"
"I think we should report to the underworld first, and then..."
"Hey, hey! You kid!"
Zhou Shi was listening in rapt attention, and suddenly he heard Mr. Mo calling him from behind the counter.
"Aren't you quite good at speaking up? Why don't you have any rules?" Mr. Mo scolded.
"Ah?" Zhou Shi didn't react for a moment.
"What's going on when the guests are talking and you stand by with your arms folded and listen?"
"Oh..."
Zhou Shi slapped his forehead and then recalled the rules of this industry.
"Don't treat dead people as guests. Just do what you did in the restaurant before, do it here! Don't let the customers say that our restaurant is a big bully."
The store is bullying customers... He looked at the store blankly and said to himself that we can only be considered cheating customers.
"Don't be stunned, serve the side dishes."
"Understood."
Zhou Shi used the unique skill in his body memory, picked up six plates of peanuts at the same time, and walked between the tables.
At the table in the corner, three old men were sitting together sighing.
Zhou Shi calmly passed by the table and listened to their conversation while serving another table.
These three old men were drivers for a large family, and they also did some buying and selling work. Yesterday, when they came back from buying charcoal in the city, a swarm of wasps flew out of nowhere and stung the donkey. The donkey was in pain and startled.
, took the car directly to the ditch, and the three people in the car fell on their heads and died under the weight of a thousand kilograms of charcoal from the car.
If a person is unlucky, he will choke to death if he drinks cold water.
None of the three of them touched the wine placed in front of them.
Zhou Shi placed the last plate of peanuts in front of the old men and said:
"Gentlemen, these are peanuts braised in our store. They taste as good as beef when eaten with wine."
An old man smiled bitterly and said: "We are all dead, do we still need this? Can we starve to death?"
Zhou Shi said with a smile: "Masters, you can't say that. There is a saying that 'the sky is not in season, the sun and moon have no light, the earth is in season, and the grass and trees are not growing.' You see how high and thick the sky and the earth are, when you encounter unlucky times
There will still be floods and droughts, not to mention us?
"The poem says, 'There is wine today and you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow.' Let me tell you, now that we are here, why not have a good meal and have a good time, and worry about tomorrow's things tomorrow? What do you think?" p>
One of the old men's expression softened a little, and he sighed: "We also understand these principles. We are all going to die... people are already dead, so what else can we worry about? Anyway, we don't have wives and children to worry about..." p>
"That's what you said." Zhou Shi quickly followed up, "Let's have a happy meal first and wait for the next life..."
At this point, he suddenly stopped, is there really an afterlife?
"I will never pull a cart again in my next life! I will go to the dock, do business, make a lot of money, marry a beautiful wife, and have ten or eight children of her!"
The old man sitting on the other side suddenly became excited, and Zhou Shi had no choice but to answer:
"Ten or eight are not enough, it should be ten daughters and ten sons."
"I don't want a son, I don't want a son! When my son grows up, he is afraid that he will imitate his father and pull a cart, and end up falling in the gutter..."
"Lao Wang, why are you talking about pulling a cart again? Come on, Lao Wang, Lao Huang, let's have a fight with the three brothers, let's do it!"
"Do it, do it!"
The atmosphere at the table became lively, attracting the attention of guests at other tables.
For a time, the inn crowded with ghosts felt a little more lively.
Zhou Shi looked at the three old men as if they were avoiding some topic, drinking hard and punching each other.
For the rest of the night, he shuttled between ghosts, served wine and food, talked to the guests, and was extremely busy.
The guests didn't seem to realize that the big shopkeeper who also served as a waiter was a living person. Under his clever words, the guests seemed to have forgotten the fact that they were dead, and they were having a good time drinking and talking.
Just as the atmosphere in the store slowly became lively, Boss Mo shouted: "At three o'clock, check out and send customers away!"
The ghosts immediately put down their wine bowls and took out money from their sleeves.
"Shopkeeper, settle the accounts!"
Zhou Shi, holding the iron abacus in his hand, checked out and collected money from table to table, hitting the iron abacus until it crackled without any mistakes.
Just like when they came, the ghosts passed through the closed door and walked out of the store.
Huh——
Zhou Shi, who had been busy all night, slowly leaned against the counter, panting again and again.
"Are you tired now?" Mr. Mo said while clearing the counter, "It's not over yet, look at that."
Zhou Shi looked in the direction of Mr. Mo’s finger...
At a table in the corner, there was another ghost standing with his back to them.
"Go and say hello, I'll go back and take a nap."
After explaining, Mr. Mo limped towards the back door.