I don’t know other people’s paper-making shops, but Chen’s paper-making shop is open 24 hours a day.
The workers on the day shift didn't know when they would stop working, but now Zhang Shiyi is the only one left to work continuously.
This is Zhang Shiyi, a practicing practitioner, who would have run away with a bucket in just one day as an ordinary person.
In fact, the advantage of running a paper shop is that you can sleep if you want, as long as you don't close the door, and no one will steal anything here.
Besides, what's the use of stealing this thing? You can't exchange it for money. Can you burn it and keep it for yourself?
But today was Zhang Shiyi's first day running a paper-making shop. He was curious about everything he looked at. As midnight approached, he was still in high spirits.
If there is nothing particularly important, no one will come to the paper shop at night, and of course those who come may not be human beings.
Uncle Chen said that you can be lazy during the day, but don't be lazy at night, otherwise the incomplete guarantee will anger those customers who have finally come here.
"This discount package. I'm so rich that I can't bear to buy a TV. I also listen to semiconductors. If I had known, I should have brought my computer here."
After watching videos for a day, my phone ran out of battery, so I could only turn on the quaint semiconductor radio, looking for music to relieve my boredom.
Although Zhizha Chen told him not to be lazy at night, he did not tell him the taboos of this Zhizha shop at night.
No wonder they didn't tell him that he was Zhang Changliu's disciple after all. A serious Taoist priest wouldn't even understand this taboo, right?
In the end, Zhang Shiyi really didn’t understand anything.
Kaba turned on the semiconductor radio.
"What a crappy thing, there's no signal at all~"
There was a buzzing sound coming from the semiconductor, but it couldn't be received. Zhang Shiyi was so angry that he twisted around.
As a result, just when he was about to give up, suddenly the voice of opera singers came from inside.
"Yes, haha~ I am indeed amazing~"
There was the sound of singing and singing coming from inside. Although Zhang Shiyi didn't understand it, he still started to shake his head.
The quintessence of the country is the quintessence of the country. If you don’t understand the meaning, you can listen to the taste.
But what he didn't know was that when the sound came from the semiconductor, the time happened to start at midnight!
One of the taboos in the paper shop: Never listen to the radio at night.
It is said that the frequency band listened to by the radio easily merges with the soul fluctuations of ghosts, especially after midnight.
So, you have no idea whether the person singing on the radio at this moment is a human or a ghost.
When midnight comes, the gate of hell opens!
"Oh, it's quite cold at night."
A gust of cold wind blew by, Zhang Shiyi shrank his neck from the cold, and quickly turned around to close the door.
As a result, when he closed the door and came back, he found an old man slumped on a recliner and singing an opera.
The sound was exactly the same as the one on the radio.
"Old man, when did you come in? If you need anything, I'll get it for you."
This late at night, an old man in a Tang suit suddenly appeared in the room. Others would have been nervous even if they weren't scared, but Zhang Shiyi didn't take it seriously at all.
He has been following Zhang Changliu since he was eight years old. He has ten dead ghost brothers at home, so he doesn't think ghosts are scary at all.
"Young man is interesting. Aren't you afraid of me?"
The old man slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Shiyi with a half-smile, his voice was a little sinister, and at the same time, the sound on the radio stopped abruptly.
This is nothing. The most terrifying thing is that the old man's body did not move at all, but his head twisted 180 degrees.
"Damn it, you turned out to be a dead ghost!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Shiyi finally understood that this old man was not a human at all.
"Haha, young man, it's okay to be a ghost. Can you not add the word "death"? It sounds weird."
The old man grinned and showed a smile, but the wrinkled smile was really not pretty and a bit scary.
"Okay, old man, are you planning to order anything this time?"
The old man who originally wanted to scare the young man was surprised when he saw that the other man didn't react at all.
"Young man, are you really not afraid of ghosts?"
As soon as he said these words, the old man's head completely separated from his body and floated directly in front of Zhang Shiyi.
"What's there to be afraid of ghosts? People are all human beings. Master, give me your head. Do you want to offer incense or paper money?"
Zhang Shiyi just walked past the ghost head without any fear at all.
"But, but, shouldn't everyone be afraid of ghosts?"
This time it was the old man's turn to be confused. He stood up and scratched his non-existent head. He looked as ridiculous as a monkey in the park.
"Haha, old man, you said people are afraid of ghosts, then people also become ghosts after death. By then everyone will be ghosts, so who should be afraid of whom?
Come, old man, try this first. "
As Zhang Shiyi spoke, he lit an incense stick. The smell of incense quickly attracted the old ghost's attention.
This ghost head was just floating in the air, holding up its nose and greedily sucking in the smoke, with a face full of enjoyment.
"How's it going? It tastes pretty good. How much do you want?"
Zhang Shiyi is really business-minded and knows how to taste before buying.
As a result, after saying this, an embarrassed expression appeared on the old man's face.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally said something.
"I have no money."
Yes~
It was this sentence that reminded Zhang Shiyi that he had forgotten to ask about the paper. During the day, people come to buy things, and the money they give is naturally the money from the earthly world, but at night, what should these ghosts use to pay the bills?
Paper money?
But I'm just selling paper money here. I can't burn it with ghosts and then take it back. What's the point?
Seeing Zhang Shiyi who didn't reply for a long time, the old ghost felt embarrassed himself, put his head on his body, and was about to leave.
"Hey, old man, what are you doing here? It's quite boring for me alone. Why don't you stay with me for a while?"
Zhang Shiyi stopped the old ghost who wanted to leave and lit three more incense sticks.
"Young man, what do you mean? Old man, I really don't have any money. I'll give it to you~"
This action made the old ghost unable to understand.
He himself is a lonely old man with no children. Fortunately, he has a job and will have a pension to live in a nursing home after retirement.
But after his death, no one worshiped him.
It was not his turn to be reincarnated, so he could only wander around the Yin and Yang realms, becoming a lonely ghost.
As a fancier himself, he happened to be attracted by the radio waves of semiconductors, so he drifted in to enjoy his singing habit, and also came in to scare the boss here.
As for why ghosts like to scare people, I guess even the ghosts themselves don’t know. Maybe it’s a bad taste~
As a result, they were not afraid of him at all, and even lit incense to entertain him, which directly made him feel a little guilty.
