The winter sun set very early. When it was only 6:30, the sky in the south was completely dark.
The cold wind was blowing. Yang Hao was wearing a down jacket with a hat. On his back was a wooden sword wrapped in a long cloth and a backpack.
Xishan Cemetery. Yang Hao found out that it was the nearest cemetery to him.
If sales were to be reliable, they still had to rely on quantity to accumulate.
Although he could eat his fill at one time by going to the villa area to look for ghosts from rich families, he could only store so much stock. It was useless to sell them all at once.
Moreover, there were too few ghosts there. The villa area was so big. If they really wanted to find ghosts, they might be able to find all the ghosts there in a few days.
What should he do then?
Therefore, he still had to go to such a place where the dead would be pushed.
There were many dead people and their corpses were all here. As long as they were in the Yang Realm, they would not be too far away. In such a situation, they would be able to find one accurately.
Find more, just like stroking sheep's wool, one today, one tomorrow.
He could even harvest a wave of ghosts every time there was a festival. This was the right way for his shop's long-term business to prosper!
There was no bus service at the cemetery, and ordinary taxis were not willing to go there.
Fortunately, there was a town near the West Mountain, which was only about 20 kilometers away.
He took a taxi to this town.
Yang Hao found a random restaurant and started eating.
Death row prisoners would be given a beheaded meal before they were executed. Yang Hao was not in a hurry, so it was the same for him to slowly walk up the mountain after eating.
It was past seven o'clock. When the sky had completely darkened, Yang Hao took out a flashlight from his backpack and slowly walked toward the West Mountain not far away from the town.
The cemetery was still open for business. There was a building at the foot of the mountain, and there were security guards guarding the tomb at night.
Of course, Yang Hao couldn't just walk in openly.
If someone saw you and asked you what you were doing here, how would you answer?
Could it be that the business in my shop is not good, so I came here to find some ghosts to pull some business?
It would be strange if he didn't use his baton to chase them away later.
He walked to the left side of the cemetery gate and estimated that he was almost there.
He calculated that even if there was any movement here, the security guards at the foot of the mountain would not be able to see or hear it. Then, he climbed over the wall in front of him.
After landing, Yang Hao activated his Yin Yang Eyes.
Well, there should be a lot of ghosts. On the wall behind him, a young man was sitting on the wall and looking at him.
"Brother, are you enjoying the shade?"
Yang Hao turned around and greeted him with a smile.
It was obvious that the ghost who had been staring at Yang Hao had a change in expression. It looked dazed, or perhaps frightened.
"You... You can see me?"
In the same opening speech, there was some confusion, anticipation, and…She was afraid.
He was only a ghost at the level of a small ghost. In the Yang World of Spirits and Souls, where strength was determined by fists, he was undoubtedly the lowest existence.
"Nonsense, brother, I want to ask you something. Here, I see that your soul is illusory, so I'll give you an incense stick first!”
Yang Hao smiled as he opened his mouth. He loosened his backpack and took out three incense sticks from the bundle.
"No!"
An urgent but obviously suppressed scream came out of the young male ghost's mouth. Then, he no longer feared Yang Hao and floated down from the wall.
"Brother, ask whatever you want to ask. I promise to tell you everything you know. But if it's fragrant, can we go somewhere else later?”
He lowered his voice and looked around.
"Uh... Alright, let's talk about it first." Yang Hao was stunned, but he immediately reacted.
At this moment, he was a little excited. There seemed to be a lot of ghosts here! And there should be very fierce ghosts.
He just didn't know if there were any malicious ghosts or evil spirits that could harm people!
"Big brother, please ask!" Her eyes were fixed on the incense stick in Yang Hao's hand and the unzipped backpack that Yang Hao had placed on the ground.
He saw the paper money inside…
"What's your name? Are there many ghosts here?”
"Big Brother, my name is Peng Yu. There are many ghosts here!”
"Be more specific! It was just that there were many who did not go down, not counting those who came back from the underworld to take a breather.”
Yang Hao's words made the ghost shift its gaze away from the backpack in surprise.
He couldn't understand how Yang Hao, who was obviously a living person, could understand the world of ghosts so well.
He had only been dead for a few months. Although he knew a little about being a ghost, he knew more about the human world than being a ghost.
Materialism prevailed. Even if there were Taoist priests and monks, they were only capable in movies.
In real life, the abbot of Shaolin Temple already had a mistress who drove a BMW. How could he talk about Buddhism?
Moreover, through communicating with the ghosts here.
Everyone said that Taoist skills and Taoist skills were just a formality. They did not exist in the movies at all. There was a person who had the ability to catch ghosts like Lam Ching-Ying because no one had ever met such a person.
However, he didn't dare to ask.
Just because he hadn't encountered one didn't mean that he hadn't. After being a ghost for a few months, his weakness made him understand that when he couldn't resist others, he should learn from the people on that small island in the east.
When he was beaten, he stood at attention. When he was scolded, he said yes. When he shouldn't ask anything, he shut up.
It's a little late, sorry!）
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