When I looked at the female paper people who were "Yingying Yanyan", I couldn't help but feel chills in my heart. Under the observation of the power of perception, I could see ghosts hidden among the paper people, and their appearance was a world of difference between them and the appearance of the paper people.

There are bloodshot orifices.

Someone sticks out big tongue.

Some people vomit blood and foam.

Some people hang themselves and suffocate themselves to the point of suffocation.

For most ghosts, they can be divided into two states.

The first is anthropomorphism, because many times, what a person will look like before death and what his soul will become after death. However, in order to facilitate fooling people or maintain the form of souls to continue to survive in the world, they will transform their appearance into normal living appearances, and some will even make themselves more beautiful.

This state is a bit deficient and is not conducive to practice.

The second type is to return to nature. You don’t care about how badly you die. You will be like whatever you should do. If you lack a hand or a broken leg, your eyes are protruding, but your tongue is long. You can have everything, which is more conducive to scaring people.

Although this state is ugly, it is conducive to practice.

Similarly, those without organs and protruding places will become their attack weapons, such as ropes hanging on their necks when they were alive, such as water ghosts sucked into their bodies before drowning, and the weapons they held in their hands when they committed suicide. At present, these ghosts hidden in paper people, from the outside and the three evil spirits of the evil spirit, are mostly killed or committed suicide.

The unified characteristic is that they are all very young, at least they are not old when they die.

There is another thing worth my deep thought.

Because such ghosts are generally difficult to control, let alone let them come out to stand on the street to "take jobs", what kind of things are controlling them!?

I didn't dare to hesitate for too long, for fear that they would see the flaws, so I chose a paper man whose way of death was not considered tragic: "Just her!"

"Get orders!"

The madam held the hand of the paper man: "Xiao Cui, you must serve the guests well! You haven't received a living for a while."

"Yes... Grandma Zheng..."

The female paper man named Xiao Cui is very unique. She should have committed suicide by poisoning and her body and limbs are very complete. She has been dead for a long time. The ghost is wearing a big red cotton jacket that she only wore during the Chinese New Year in the countryside in winter in the early years, and she has a ponytail.

The madam held Xiao Cui's hand and walked from a secret passage to the room that was specially used for customers to "do business". I followed them closely, and my mind was inevitably full of vitality: What? I didn't take jobs for a long time and I didn't pay wages? Does ghosts have to divide the money when they find jobs and work now based on their performance? How many percentage points?!

Wait for the "service" room.

Xiao Cui put the bag on the bed, and shyly retreated to the left side of the bed, covered his hands in front of his abdomen, lowered his head slightly, and spoke in a low tone: "Sir... You go to bed first... I, our paper man can give you a massage to your body to soothe your long-term depression nerves."

Watt!?

Very professional, is there any!?

Without saying a word, I lay on the bed, pretending to relax, and looked at Xiao Cui with my head: "I think your business is good!"

"It's the boss who knows how to market."

Xiao Cui walked up, opened the tote bag first, took out a small soft bottle similar to the one containing the erectile syrup from the tote bag, squeezed the small soft bottle and dripped the dark red liquid inside on the back of the hand. Then put away the bottle, rubbed the hands back and forth to try to spread the liquid evenly with the palms.

After applying it, Xiao Cui gently massaged my calf muscles with her discolored hands. The technique was not very skillful, and it could be said to be astringent.

Like other paper people, she is not good at chatting to help guests relieve stress and give them some sexual hints through language power. She only does her best to massage. Besides, who is thinking about massage! Who doesn’t think about that and all of a sudden! Why don’t you come to this place all of a sudden?

Um……

I have no intention of exploring and communicating this aspect.

Um……

Absolutely not!!

I looked back at her and found that she didn't feel the warmth of my body through her clothes, and the touch had nothing to do with the ghost, which made me a little confused: "Isn't it strange that you press it? Although it's very comfortable! But aren't you strange?!"

Pooh!

Why do I just want to remind others?

Isn't you looking for death?

Xiao Cui smiled and continued to carefully move my legs muscles: "What does the guest say mean? Where do so many questions come from? My mother has taught me since she was a child that some things are read more and ask less. If you ask too much, it will cause annoying. If you ask too much, it will cause annoying."

Maybe she saw that I wasn't too cold or bad-tempered, so she said to herself: "I've become a ghost, I must have my own difficulties... I'm here, I'll be happy tonight, why do I want to do that?"

"You can see so openly?"

Since she didn't find it strange, I followed the conversation and talked step by step: "Don't look at me wearing well, but I died early. I live my family well and have money, and I will live to a birthday. After death, I am worried that my young grandson, who was not long after I was born, has not been reincarnated. It has been a long time since then, and my grandson has grown up to be an adult. He burns paper for me every year and lives a prosperous life."

"My wish is over, but I can't leave."

"By the way, how did you die?"

When Xiao Cui heard my question, his hands paused for two seconds, smiled awkwardly, and then continued to massage: "I died early, and I died at 17 or 18. In the past, the medical conditions in our country were not as good as it is now. When I got sick and got the injection, I was allergic to penicillin and died if I couldn't rescue it in time."

"After dying, my family was poor and had no money."

"At that time, there was no popular cremation, I just found a valley for me and buried it. Later, my family might remember it, so I dug out my bones from the soil and sent them to the crematorium for burning."

Xiao Cui moved his hands to my waist, and when he said this, he obviously used a lot of force: "My soul didn't go to reincarnate at that time, just watched them dig out my bones from the grave. I thought they wanted to find a beautiful place to bury my ashes so that I could be reincarnated."

"My soul follows the urn."

"At the beginning, the urn was kept at home, and I heard from them that my brother's child was sick and the family had no money to treat him."

"I got the news from his friend later."

"Saying that some people have high prices to collect bone ashes and urns from their daughters who died young or prematurely, the price is indeed outrageous, and it is enough to treat children."

"Then I knew that they had no choice but to sell my ashes for money to treat my nephew."

"Later, my urn was successfully sold."

"The person who bought the urn can see my soul."

"He didn't do anything to me, because he knew that I was scattered after a few days of leaving the urn, so he came here with my urn."

"And that's how it is now, it's pretty good."

Xiao Cui finished his story without realizing it.

While listening to her story, I wanted to open my mouth and speak a few times but was speechless. After she finished speaking, I finally asked: "Don't you hate them?"

"I am a dead person, what's there to hate?"

Xiao Cui remembered his little nephew and smiled inadvertently, smiling warmly: "My little nephew is only three years old, she is very cute and has a chubby face. Such a good child died because he had no money to treat the disease. How a pity do you say? Anyway, I am all dead, what can they sell me?"

"But your soul is still there!"

I sympathize with her, but my compassion seems powerless.

"Just be there, when will the soul be lost, it will be considered relief."

After Xiao Cui pressed the main part of my body, he patted my shoulder: "Boss! Turn over! I'll press the front muscles for you!"

"No, I don't have any interest in this area."

I quickly rejected her, but I didn't dare to mess around.

"Boss, you are so interesting!"

Xiao Cui blinked the paper man's eyes and massaged me back again: "Boss, I actually have no wish, I just thought it would be great if I could look at my little nephew again, and it would be even better if I could hug him."

"Humans and ghosts have different paths, don't think too much."

I guess she seemed to be aware of my problem.

"Yes! Humans and ghosts have different paths, there is nothing we can do about it!"

Xiao Cui showed a cunning look: "The sisters outside the door all have similar experiences to me. If anyone has good conditions, they will not bring their daughters. We have never done anything bad... If the boss is really... please take our urn away and find a cemetery to bury it, just find one..."

"Okay, I promise you."

Some ghosts are like this.

The corpse still has its origin.

If the corpse is not there, it can only end up scattering.

In many cases, death is not liberation, but just another kind of reincarnation. Because you will never know whether your soul will be affected internally or externally, resulting in the inability to reincarnate and reincarnate.
Chapter completed!