The fat man was so scared that he almost bleeded, his face pale and trembling, looking back at Lu Qingjia—

"Jia, Jiajia, am I awake? "

"If I can't wake up, you remember to burn more things for me during the Qingming Festival during the New Year. You can see the prices in the underworld. It is definitely not enough to burn paper once a year. In the future, the quality of my buddies' ghost life depends on you whether you are rich or poor."

Lu Qingjia smiled and said, "Well, humans and ghosts have different paths, so I have done my best." As he said that, he was about to go in another direction.

The fat man hugged his thigh and cried, "You are so cruel~~~"

Lu Qingjia dragged more than 100 kilograms of meat to the bridge, kicked the fat man down, and then turned around and poured him down.

After I woke up, the morning sun shone in through the screen window.

The fat man suddenly bounced up from the bed and touched his whole body: "Life, warm!"

That means that his money was not cheated at all. Seeing that Lu Qingjia ignored him and got up to wash, the fat man realized.

If this guy is unsure, he will not throw away the fake money bag without looking at it. He will be confused if he cares about it.

While breathing a sigh of relief, the fat man pulled over the small box that Lu Qingjia brought into, with a bunch of paper-making tools that were guarding against the enemy.

Although it is basically useless, it is not a question that this guy despises the old lady's family of bald scars.

It was a bit disappointing to find that the enemy could be nailed to death with just one mouthful of spit.

But none of these matters, because the fat man found several stacks of money under a pile of paper props, which was the man's 20,000 yuan and the thousands on them. He also found a Rolex watch in the corner.

Even when it comes to reality, the watch has not become a piece of paper. It is obviously the real piece that Lu Qingjia bought for tens of thousands of dollars.

But wasn’t this thing being banned to that man? How did you come back?

The fat man quickly ran to the bathroom door excitedly and said to Lu Qingjia who was brushing his teeth: "What did you do?"

Lu Qingjia was helpless with this guy's stupidity and said, "How many times did that bag fall into my hands?"

"twice."

"It is known that the second opening is fake, so when did I change the pillar?"

"First time." The fat man replied, but he still couldn't figure out the whole picture: "Where is the watch?"

Lu Qingjia looked at this guy, wiped his face and accepted his fate, "Tell me while having breakfast."

Today, the kitchen was fried with fried dough sticks, which were crisp and fragrant. The soy milk was ground by hand stone mills and there was no need to waste manpower. Young customers who were used to living in the city would taste the stone mills in the garden and would try them out. Occasionally, a bucket of soaked soybeans were placed next to them, and someone would finish grinding them.

While having breakfast, Lu Qingjia said, "The owner is a child caregiver, you should have reacted, right?"

The fat man nodded.

"This is actually just a scam, relying on the victim's greed and the shocking plot arranged between the scammers. It's not too late to think about the way people are put into their rhythm."

"Once someone really develops greed for that loss of money, he will start to feel guilty when he gets it back from the 'lost owner', and then he will fall into the other party's rhythm in this moment. But I didn't expect that you didn't think that you would be fooled even if you were greedy for that amount of money."

The fat man muttered, "Didn't I think too much if I see you getting involved?"

Lu Qingjia continued: "The money in the bag that the liar gave me for the first time was real. After suffering losses twice, they should understand that I am different from you. They should be cunning and more vigilant. All the condoms must be paid off at the beginning."

"Usually, in this case, the money is in your own hands, which will greatly reduce the vigilance of the victim."

"When you walk into the dark and pretend to spend money, the illusion that the matter will end will minimize the defense. At this time, the 'owner' comes to you again. In a panic, with the light covering, the man exchanged the fake leather bag that had been prepared and the real money bag. The deceived person who was attracted by the 'owner' could not find out about this moment."

"I thought my bag was still the same bag, so the other party hurriedly stuffed the money that the 'owner's' dropped into the wallet, and as usual, he put the bag in the custodian's heart to keep it for the other party."

"In fact, this behavior is to increase the bargaining chips of the collateral. I guess they should have special means to find you accurately, or find the holder of your soul coin. When I bought the watch, I already felt like someone was targeted."

The fat man screamed: "At that moment? Why didn't I know?"

Seeing Lu Qingjia looking at him with encouragement with the gaze of "Don't struggle, giving up is also a kind of courage." The fat man wondered for a moment whether he was really suitable for being a human being.

"It is because they know all the chips in my hands that they just prepared the right funds. If they were less, I would definitely not bet on the watch."

"I also noticed it when he took out the withdrawal receipt. It was just over ten minutes ago, so it was not that coincidence."

The fat man nodded repeatedly: "So you knew from the beginning that they were liars, so you just used the trick. The first time that person gave you a bag to custody and relaxed your vigilance, you exchanged the money? Where is the watch?"

"When checking out, I asked the Paper Man to give me another piece of paper-branched Rolex as a bonus." Lu Qingjia smiled: "I realized that I was being targeted. Don't you think I was not prepared, right?"

He spent tens of thousands of yuan, and only a few dozen yuan of paper-made watches was given without any pressure. Even Fatty, his fellow traveler, didn't notice it. The man naturally didn't expect that Lu Qingjia had actually changed his fake watch.

After hearing this, the fat man could only sigh at the sinister world, and it was not easy to get along in the underworld these days.

Lu Qingjia ignored him. The only function of this guy now is to work as a strong man.

It was late summer and the weather was not that hot. Lu Qingjia started a themed festival two years ago and worked with surrounding businesses and hotels.

Through the first two publicity and the praises from participating tourists, many young people have become more eager for in this city.

Lu Qingjia also prepared this year's preparation plan early and is now starting to arrange it because it is very popular to attract investment, and this year's funds are relatively abundant, so the scale is naturally larger.

The entire scenic area has been very busy recently. Even if you fight wits and courage with ghosts at night, you will still not touch the ground during the day.

When the evening came to an end, Lu Qingjia went out to a tomb in the back mountain. He stood for a long time with an unknown expression before returning home.

The fat man quickly served him a meal: "Where are you going? I'm starving to death."

He smiled while having supper and said with a pleasing smile: "Jia Jia, I don't have to go tonight, right?"

Lu Qingjia said: "It's up to you."

Before the fat man's face could be happy, he heard him say again: "After taking so many losses, no matter how stupid the other party is, he knows that my bone is not easy to chew."

"I remember you said before that old woman could already be seen in reality? Are you sure she can't come out now?"

The fat man shivered, yes, although the Yin City is full of ghosts, as long as he hypnotizes his normal mind, at least no matter whether he is a ghost or a paper man, he will not deliberately scare people.

It is safest to stay by Lu Qingjia's side after thinking about this.

The fat man felt like he was losing his parents: "When will this day end?"

The two of them were still the same as yesterday at night. When the fat man saw Lu Qingjia go to bed, he called him softly and didn't get a response. He confirmed that he was asleep, so he closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

As a result, in a daze, I heard a sound from the bottom of the bed, as if it was knocking on his heart and soul.

The fat man opened his eyes with a trembling heart.

"Knock! Knock!" A crisp and slow knock sound came from the bottom of the bed.

The night wind blew in through the window, lifting up the white screen window, and you could vaguely see the shadow of the leaves outside the window.

The originally cool and suitable environment outside the window suddenly seemed full of ghosts.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

The fat man's entire sweat hair was standing up, blood flowed backwards, and goose bumps covered his whole body.

He carefully stretched out half of his body and slowly looked down at the bottom of the bed.

The purpose is to see a bald head covered with sparse hair, as if you feel the fat man's sight.

The head slowly raised up, revealing a face full of pleated orange peel, and a resentful light in the triangle eyes.

As the two faces looked at each other, the bald-headed old woman grinned slowly, revealing the breath of black teeth and rotten rat flesh.

The fat man's scalp was numb, his eyes were almost bursting, and he watched the old woman slowly crawl out from under the bed.

His body was hunched, and his limbs were like dead branches that had come alive, making a hilarious laugh at him.

"ah----"-

Lu Qingjia entered the dream and waited for almost half an hour before the fat man. He was not in a hurry, but instead stopped waiting and left the place.

Instead of ingesting information everywhere tonight, he just found a crowded square, sat down in a place with good vision, and observed the ghosts coming and going.

All the ghosts who appear here live in the underworld and live in a stable manner, without shortage of food and clothing, and have any profession.

White-collar workers, salesmen, civil servants, technicians, ghost messengers.

Ghost messenger!

Lu Qingjia looked at the ghost officers patrolling nearby quietly. They were wearing uniforms like ancient yamen servants and looked incompatible with the square full of modern atmosphere.

There was no sword around his waist, and he had something similar to a baton.

These ghost messengers looked arrogant, and the pedestrians around them tried to hide as far as possible when passing by them. Wherever the ghost messengers appeared, they would form a small vacuum area.

Lu Qingjia saw them ordering late-night snacks at fast food and beverage stores, and they didn't pay for anything after taking them. Instead, the boss always smiled and pleased them.

It can be seen that although the underworld keeps pace with the times, many rules are different in the end.

For example, pornography, gambling and drugs will not be banned here, just like the slogans on cigarettes before, because these things will no longer damage health, but will create jobs and taxes. Lu Qingjia can even see the packaging and sales of various drugs next to cigarette cabinets everywhere.

For example, although there is a saying to call the police, the ghost messenger must not be linked to the real police. Their power and deterrence to the ghosts in the underworld are probably the same as those of the feudal society thousands of years ago.

Lu Qingjia sat for a long time and stood up, seemed to be casually walking in the city, and deliberately came to some dark and dilapidated areas.

Sure enough, I saw many homeless ghosts gathering in a mess.

They did not have the same posture as normal people. They had broken hands, feet, stomach, and stomach, half of their heads, their tongues, and their faces were swollen. They had all kinds of ways to die and were forbidden to appear in front of prosperity.

Seeing Lu Qingjia, who was neatly 'upper-class', envy and greed flashed in his eyes, these ghosts' eyes, but there was no attack.

Lu Qingjia knew very well that this kind of restraint was not how noble these ghosts maintained, but that they could not or dared not.

Lu Qingjia walked to a few ghosts who were gathered together to cook fire and could see the dead, and held a dozen beer in his hand: "Can we chat together?"
To be continued...