"Mistress, are you here?"
Chen Ping'an, who was lost in memories, was interrupted by a shout from downstairs. He left the study and walked downstairs.
When I came downstairs, I saw a beautiful woman coming into the store, about 25 or 6 years old, with a charming appearance.
She was wearing a red dress, with white skin. Under her slender jade neck, her breasts were half-covered like white jade, and her slender legs were exposed to her jade feet.
Her eyes were smiling, her brows were filled with charm, the corners of her small mouth were slightly raised, and her red lips were slightly open, trying to attract a kiss.
This is a woman who exudes charm from the bottom of her heart. Her every smile is tempting men and affects their desires.
"It turns out to be Miss Shen!"
When Chen Pingan saw the person coming, he smiled politely and said, "What kind of wind brought you here today."
Shen Ruomeng twisted her slender waist and walked up to Chen Ping'an. She stretched out her slender jade fingers and touched his chin. She smiled charmingly and said, "Isn't it okay? Can't sister come to you?"
"Ms. Shen, if you have anything to do, just tell me. I have other things to do!"
Chen Pingan was unmoved by Shen Ruomeng's teasing, and still had a polite smile on his face.
"It's so boring!"
Shen Ruomeng pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. My sister is here tonight to ask you to help me make a paper body."
"Paper body?"
Chen Pingan looked at her in surprise, "Miss Shen, with your cultivation level, do you still need a paper body?"
Shen Ruomeng said with a sweet smile: "In a few days, during the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell will open, and Mr. Zhou will come to pick me up. I have to dress up!"
"Take you down?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and then looked at her with strange eyes, "Miss Shen, are you not sick? With the things you committed in the human world, will you have a good life in the underworld?"
"It's fine!"
Shen Ruomeng said happily: "Zhou Lang said that he will open up relationships in the underworld. This year, he will use an eight-carriage sedan to marry me and take me to the underworld to stay together and fly together forever."
Chen Ping'an twitched the corner of his mouth, "What is your future husband's background?" Based on the things you committed in the world, you can still open up connections and take you to the underworld to enjoy happiness. This is obviously a liar.
Sister, you have encountered a liar.
He still reminded Shen Ruomeng tactfully, "Miss Shen, how long have you known that Zhou Lang? Have you ever gotten to know him seriously? Be careful not to be deceived. With what you have committed, it is impossible to get through the relationship so easily, or Be careful and be careful!"
"Chen Pingan, you are not allowed to speak ill of Zhou Lang!"
Shen Ruomeng glared at Chen Pingan, and subconsciously leaked an extremely terrifying resentment from his body. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and he said angrily: "Mr. Zhou will not lie to me. I have seen it with my own eyes. He is different from the ghosts of the underworld." We are brothers and have a good relationship, and those ghosts call him Brother Zhou."
Swish, swish, swish! ! !
The motionless paper figures in the store all turned to look at Shen Ruomeng.
Shen Ruomeng retracted her resentment. She didn't want to discuss this topic with Chen Pingan anymore, and said impatiently: "Will you do this business or not? If not, I will run further away and find something else elsewhere." Papermaker.”
"Yes, if business comes to your door, there's no reason to refuse!"
Chen Pingan asked: "I wonder what price Miss Shen wants for the paper body?"
"The top-notch paper body we have here costs 100 yuan. As long as there is no battle, it can last for thousands of years. Even if the paper rots, as long as the skeleton is not damaged, it can be repaired."
"The paper body worth 50 yuan will not rot for 500 years!"
"The paper body of 10 yuan will not rot for a hundred years!"
"The paper body worth 5 cents will not rot in ten years!"
"It costs 100 yuan and uses the best materials."
Shen Ruomeng looked proud and warned Chen Pingan, "Don't fool me with some inferior materials."
Chen Ping'an rolled his eyes at her and said, "Miss Shen, what you said is right. The paper-making shop run by our old Chen family for generations has always been based on integrity. We have never done anything against our conscience and passed off inferior products as good ones."
As he said that, he glanced at Shen Ruomeng and said, "But, Miss Shen, can you pay half of the deposit first?"
When Shen Ruomeng heard Chen Pingan's words, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on her face, "Why, are you afraid that I won't have money to give you?"
"Miss Shen, you misunderstood."
Chen Pingan explained to her: "You also know the situation of our paper-making shop. It was closed for five years and only reopened this year. All the old customers have left, and now the business is average."
"The paper body you want to customize requires expensive materials. I am a bit tight on money and need some money to purchase materials."
After hearing Chen Pingan's explanation, Shen Ruomeng's dissatisfied look slowly dissipated. She stretched out her right hand, opened her palm, and a money bag appeared out of thin air in her hand.
She threw the money bag to Chen Pingan, "Here is one hundred dollars. You can help me make a wedding dress and a maid. I will pick it up again in seven days!"
After saying that, her body turned into a plume of white smoke and disappeared.
Chen Pingan looked at the place where Shen Ruomeng disappeared and shook his head helplessly. After all, he was a ghost who had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen anything.
He was actually carried away by love. It was obvious that Zhou Lang was a liar. Even if he had a huge background in the underworld, it was impossible to erase the trouble Shen Ruomeng had caused and take her to enjoy the blessings in the underworld.
It's a pity that Shen Ruomeng is obsessed with the ghost now and can't listen to anything he says. Isn't that male ghost so handsome?
He reminds the other person nicely, whether the other party listens or not has nothing to do with him.
Chen Pingan turned around, looked at the female paper figures, and asked: "Miss Shen is going to take a maid and take her to the underworld to enjoy happiness. Which of you is willing to go with her? Maybe there will be a chance to be reincarnated!"
"Mistress, you'd better find someone else, I won't go down."
"Don't try to trick me. I finally escaped from the underworld. I would rather be a lonely ghost in the underworld than go to the underworld."
"My yang life is not over yet. Even if I go to the underworld, I won't be able to be reborn. I might as well stay in the yang world."
"We are not going anywhere. We will follow the mistress all our lives. All you have to do is give us a bite to eat."
All the female paper figures talked in different directions, and all of them refused to go to the underworld and were obsessed with the earth.
"The mistress is right. It would be such a waste if you don't cherish such a good opportunity to be reincarnated."
"That's right, we have no chance to reincarnate!"
"If I were a woman, I would definitely grab this spot. Alas, it's a pity that I'm a man."
The other paper men joked and laughed!
"piss off!"
The paper girls were very angry. How could they not know what these guys were planning?
"Okay, stop arguing."
Chen Ping'an interrupted them with a look of helplessness. These guys all relied on him and refused to leave. He continued to persuade them nicely: "You can't go anywhere if you stay in my paper shop. What's the difference between staying in my paper shop and going to jail?" , now that you have such a good opportunity, you don’t cherish it!”
Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the female paper figures turned their heads, lost their spirituality, and turned back into ordinary paper figures.
"Oh, forget it!"
When Chen Pingan saw that none of them agreed, he sighed and gave up the idea.
He went back to the studio, moved out a paper girl that he had made before, and placed it in the shop. Then he went back and took out a brush and cinnabar, and drew a strange rune pattern on the paper figure.
After drawing the runes, he bit off his index finger and used blood to paint the eyes on the paper figurine.
After finishing, he told the paper people: "After the ghost possesses it, keep an eye on it. If it runs away, you will be on top of it!"
