Chapter 3

Mu Yu suddenly felt light and flew out uncontrollably.

　　As he approached the door, he shuddered at the familiar coldness.

　　When I turned around, isn't that me lying on the bed? !

　　The moment he discovered the truth, it was as if he was pushed backwards when the vehicle accelerated. His eyes blurred, his body felt heavy, and his soul returned to his body.

"Master Xiaomu~Master Xiaomu~"

　　Zhang Chang was still knocking on the door rhythmically outside, and the faint sound was particularly eerie in the dark night.

　　Mu Yu took out a kitchen knife from under the pillow.

　　After thinking about it, he realized it was not safe after all, so he took out the peach wood sword from under the sofa upstairs. Only then did he feel at ease.

In the past, the master always said that he had a weak horoscope, so he often saw unclean things, but the old man was strong and could still suppress it.

　　Now that the old man is gone, it's like the "seal" has been lifted, and all kinds of evil spirits have come to the door.

　　Mu Yu held a kitchen knife in his right hand and a mahogany sword in his left hand. He went downstairs and looked out the glass door. It was indeed Zhang Chang, the fat man, standing outside, shouting "Master Xiao Mu" in a high and low voice.

There is a saying among the people: As long as the owner does not agree, ghosts cannot enter.

　　Mu Yu pouted through the door and said angrily: "You have deceived me once, and you dare to come again!"

　　Ten thousand yuan!

　　Be careful or I'll stab you with my peach wood sword!

　　I'll stab you to death!

Every living person has three parts of yang energy, and boys have particularly strong yang energy.

　　If one has a good character, he will also have a righteous spirit.

　　At this moment, all of them burst out as resentment. Zhang Chang suddenly felt as if his whole body was burned by fire and he quickly apologized.

　　"What happened last night was really not intentional.

You see, this is my first time dying, so I have no experience and forgot that ghost money cannot be spent in the world of the living. I came to my senses before I finished my meal and wanted to explain the situation to you, but you..."

　　He ran away in a flash!

　　Mu Yu's face felt hot as he recalled his dark history of rolling down the stairs in public.

"Alright, I won't pursue this any further. You, just go away! Don't come here again!"

　　Zhang Chang took Chubby's arm and whispered, "Well, I have something to ask of you... Could you please help pass a message to my wife?"

　　Mu Yu wanted to throw his head off, "I won't pass on the message. Go, go, go, I have a peach wood sword in my hand!"

Zhang Chang was a businessman, and a very successful one at that. He was very accurate in judging people, and his words were very tempting, reaching directly into people's hearts.

　　"I promise I won't take up too much of your time. Although I'm dead, my wife is still alive. She'll give me the money. Including the last time, the total is 20,000!"

　　Twenty thousand!

It seemed as if a whole row of abacus beads in Mu Yu's head made a "clicking" sound, so crisp that it made his heart tremble.

　　Logically speaking, living people shouldn't deal with ghosts, but..

　　But he gave too much!

　　Mu Yu hesitated shamefully, "Well, what if you don't keep your word again?"

　　"You scattered my ashes!" Zhang Chang said firmly.

Mu Yu: "…"

　　That doesn't have to be the case.

　　Just as money can make ghosts work, rich ghosts can also make living people work.

　　He was having a great time.

　　After all this trouble, Mu Yu was no longer sleepy. He was curious about what important matter had happened that required him to ask someone to pass on the message.

　　Zhang Chang chuckled and started recalling his past life without saying anything directly.

"We were really poor back then, and it was miserable. She suffered a lot with me.

　　Did you know there was a barbecue restaurant on the west side of Old Government Street? They had a huge pot of stew that was so mushy that you almost couldn't even pick it up with chopsticks. It smelled so good that the aroma spread ten miles away!

　　We passed by his house every day, our eyes were green with envy, but we couldn't bear to buy anything! One piece of roasted meat was enough to cover our food expenses for two or three days.

At that time, I thought, it would be great if I could eat as much as I want"

　　Mu Yu has never been in love and doesn't understand feelings, but he can empathize with things like greed.

　　He sighed and said, "How miserable."

　　It's so miserable that I can't afford the food I want to eat.

Zhang Chang nodded, it was really tragic.

　　"But it was really good at that time. We had endless intimate things to talk about. Just looking at her made me feel happy. Everything was worth it."

　　Zhang Chang smiled, then sighed, his thoughts gradually dispersing.

　　"Life got better later, but..."

　　Mu Yu immediately thought of the TV series and novels he had watched, "You cheated on her?"

The warm and sweet atmosphere of reminiscence disappeared in an instant.

　　Zhang Chang said unhappily, "But we are too busy. Sometimes we don't see each other for several days. We can't talk to each other as we did when we were poor."

　　What nonsense is this dead kid talking about!

　　Mu Yu said "oh".

Zhang Chang said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "You may not understand it now that you are young, but it is difficult for a person to find someone with whom he can talk well in his life!"

　　He did find it, but what a pity... what a pity!

　　Thinking of this, Zhang Chang sighed heavily and said in a heavy tone that only a person who has experienced this can say:

"If you ever get married, don't be like me."

　　Only regrets are left.

　　Mu Yu was filled with awe and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed for his greed for money.

　　Alas, I am so superficial and materialistic when I only care about money.

　　"Are you saying that money is worthless compared to spending time with your family?"

　　Unexpectedly, Zhang Chang jumped up on the spot and said, "Wrong, wrong, absolutely wrong!"

　　Muyu: "???"

　　"It's dangerous for you to have such thoughts," Zhang Chang suddenly became excited. "Money is certainly not everything, but without money, nothing can be done!"

Mu Yu: "…"

　　So what the hell are you trying to say, asshole!

　　Zhang Chang waved his arms vigorously. "If you want to live a good life, you must have money. How can you buy a big house without money? How can you take your family out on vacation without money? How can you be romantic? How can you get sick without restraint?

　　But you can never make enough money, you have to control your greed and try to balance your career and family... Are you eating? ! "

There was a rhythmic "click, click" sound coming from the other side of the door, and Zhang Chang couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed.

　　As for the speech, can you please give the devil some respect?

　　Hearing that Muyu, who was hungry, had just taken a bag of honey pork jerky, he habitually asked, "Do you want to eat?"

　　In the middle of the night, a ghost was screaming at the door of my house that money was more important. The whole thing was very magical.

　　Zhang Chang: "…"

What this mean? Do you not know he can't eat food from the world of the living?

　　Mu Yu came to his senses after realizing it belatedly and said, "I'm sorry."

　　After saying that, he stuffed another piece into his mouth.

　　Alas, how pitiful!

　　Click, click.

　　When Mu Yu smacked his lips like that, Zhang Chang swallowed his saliva instinctively, as if his saliva-secreting organ was still working.

"Is it tasty?"

He wished he could go over and try it right now, and his fat face was pressed against the door, squeezing himself like a pancake.

　　"It's delicious!" Mu Yu said happily.

　　Children are greedy. When the old Mu was alive, he often made various snacks for Mu Yu, and meat jerky was one of them.

Homemade things are made with the most authentic ingredients. The meat is from freshly slaughtered Tujia pigs, and the honey is freshly shaken from beekeepers.

　　Even the oyster sauce he adds is made from fresh oysters he personally selects.

　　In the early morning, the first wave of seafood is caught. The fishermen who have been up all night come ashore with a fishy smell. They open the cabin to the salty and humid sea breeze. The fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs are all jumping around and splashing all over the ground. They couldn't be fresher.

Dozens or even hundreds of kilograms of creamy, plump, slippery and trembling oysters are shelled, but only a small pot of thick oyster sauce can be made. You can use it to make anything, and once you take a sip of it, the freshness will make your tongue go off.

　　Every time the old Mu finished making oyster sauce, there was no need to clean the pot specially. The father and son would just break open a hot steamed bun and rub it hard on the wall of the pot. It would be so beautiful that it would make you lose your soul.

　　Very fresh and sweet!

　　Generally, people who make meat jerky like to use lean meat, but the old Mu is different. He has to add at least 15% fat.

The jerky roasted in this way is soaked in fat, moist reddish-brown in color, and covered with glossy honey juice. It tastes fragrant and chewy, and is not dry at all.

　　Occasionally, when you bite into a fat ball, it feels like a fried dough stick exploding, running wildly between your lips and teeth, making you drool.

　　Like a forest ranger taking care of saplings, the old Mu poured his love for the child into every bite of food.

　　Zhang Chang scratched the door when he heard this, and was extremely greedy.

Woo woo woo, it's better to be alive!

　　Mu Yu became more and more excited as he talked, chattering, "There are also grilled fish fillets. I especially like the ones with seaweed flavor and spicy flavor...ah, beef jerky. The beef jerky made by my master is the most delicious in the world...In fact, the crispy grilled fish bones are also delicious..."

　　Zhang Chang: "…"

　　You better shut up!

　　Ghosts are most afraid of yang energy, so they must return before noon and cannot be exposed to light during the entire process.

　　So as soon as the sun rose, Mu Yu dialed the number Zhang Chang gave him.

　　"Excuse me, is this Ms. Jiang Lan? I am a friend of your husband Zhang Chang, and he asked me to help pass on a message."

　　There was silence on the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds, then the caller said, "Do you want to go to jail?" and hung up.

　　Call again, hang up again.

Mu Yu: "…"

　　Oh, it's so hard to make money.

　　An hour later, a lady who had nothing to do with Mu Yu's old and shabby restaurant sat opposite Muyu.

　　Completely different from the imagined desperate housewives, Jiang Lan had a neat short haircut, wore an indigo pinstripe suit, and her makeup and hairstyle were both exquisite.

　　A creaky old chair also gave her a sense of authority when she sat on it.

She opened the cigarette box with her fingertips, and with a slight flick of her wrist, a long, slender ladies' cigarette popped out.

　　"Mind?"

　　Mu Yu put his knees together, placed his hands on them, and shook his head obediently when he heard that.

　　This sister is so stylish!

　　Jiang Lan glanced at his childish face, thought for a moment, and put the cigarette back.

　　When she first received the call, she did think it was a prank, but then Mu Yu told her several secrets that only she and Zhang Chang knew, so she had to believe it.

Now that we're face to face, the last bit of doubt in my heart has completely disappeared:

　　This kid has very clear eyes and can't hide anything.

　　"What did he want to tell me?"

　　Jiang Lan asked.

　　Although she had just lost her loved one, she did not show much sadness or vulnerability.

　　That is the most worthless and useless thing.