After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 4 Opening the Shop

"One to two." Song Huaihua said.

"One to two? One ghost money for two RMB? There's no inflation in the underworld as rumored!"

Song Miaozhu quickly calculated in her mind: "One thousand eleventh-grade gold ingots, each worth one hundred ghost coins, adds up to one hundred thousand ghost coins. Five hundred second-grade gold ingots, each worth one thousand ghost coins, adds up to five hundred thousand ghost coins. One hundred and thirteenth-grade gold ingots, each worth ten thousand ghost coins, adds up to one million ghost coins. So, the total sales of the store's inventory can be... one million six hundred thousand ghost coins, or three million two hundred thousand RMB?"

"It's rich!" Song Miaozhu's eyes now looked more gentle when looking at these gold ingots.

"Don't be too happy too soon, you have to sell it first before you can exchange it!
You are a living person and can stay in the underworld for a maximum of two hours a day, otherwise it will shorten your lifespan.

When you come every day, light a white candle and be sure to leave before the candle goes out!

Here are two bundles of candles. When you run out, go buy some from Old Deng's incense and candle shop next door."

Song Huaihua finished giving detailed instructions one by one and sat on the stool behind the counter:
"There's still an hour and a half left, go open the door, how much money you can make today depends on you.

Song Miaozhu opened the door of the shop curiously, and outside was a very spacious street.

The streets were bustling with ghosts, even more crowded than the center of Jiangcheng City.

Fengdu City seems to be more popular with brightly colored, traditional and retro-style clothes. Looking around, you can find everything from long gowns and jackets, curved-hem skirts, cross-collared and right-fronted clothes, and suits and cheongsams.

Only seven or eight out of ten people wear clothes that are bright red, bright green or bright purple.

Although the street was gray and the door of the shop across the street could not be seen at a glance, the colorful neon-like signboard advertisements were extremely conspicuous.

Above the door of her shop hangs a huge golden ingot-shaped signboard with the three big characters "Anshoutang" written on it. You can tell what she sells at a glance.

This bustling and prosperous scene was completely different from the dark and mysterious underworld she had imagined.

If most of the ghost people's faces were not as white as paper, or their complexions were not dark blue, and some people's clothes had a fake papery feel, I would have thought this was some ancient city's commercial street!
The only thing that Song Miaozhu felt was more in line with the temperament of the underworld was the gray air.

Whatever you look at through it feels dull, depressing and lifeless.

However, the colorful streets have diluted this feeling to a great extent.

"No wonder these ghosts like bright colors!" Song Miaozhu thought.

The shop opposite was too far away, so she walked two steps outside, wanting to see what the shops on both sides were doing. When she turned around, she saw an old man wearing a purple round hat poking his head out of the shop next to her and staring at her quietly.

The whole ghost was dyed red by the big incense, candles and lamps at the door of the shop.

Song Miaozhu: “…”

Do all ghosts like to spy on people from behind? Grandma is like that, and so is this old man.

"Are you Song Huaihua's great-granddaughter?" the old man asked her.

Song Miaozhu nodded: "You must be Grandpa Deng!"

Grandma said that when you come to the underworld, you must light a white candle to tell time. It is sold in the incense and candle shop owned by Old Deng next door.

The old man finally emerged from the shop, his hands behind his back, his chest puffed out. He raised his head and realized he was still a head shorter than the young man. He silently floated up a little, looked down at her, and said:

"That's right! My last name is Deng! You can just call me Old Master Deng."

"What a bullshit old man! Just call him Old Deng." Song Huaihua came out with a cane and drove Old Deng back repeatedly.

"Go, go, don't interfere with our business. I don't have much time left."

Old Deng seemed to be particularly afraid of Tai Nai's cane. He hid back in his shop and only showed his head to ask, "Are you really going to reincarnate?" "Nonsense! If not now, when?" After Song Huaihua said this, he pulled Song Miaozhu in.

Then he stuffed the cane into her hand and said, "Take this too! If any ghost is blind and causing trouble, you can use this to beat him! It will only hurt without hurting the ghost, and it does not violate the rules of Fengdu City.

Just don't hit it with willow branch water, it will hurt the ghost spirit and it's not very convenient to use in Fengdu City!

You don't need to worry about so many things outside, just don't let the ghosts who have done no evil to be shattered."

Song Miaozhu was a little confused holding the cane: "Outside?"

"I'm talking about the Yang world!" Song Huaihua said, "You're now the owner of a heavenly ghost shop, and you're already half a Yin person. Your third eye is open, and you can see Yin spirits and ghosts even when you return to the Yang world.

The things we make are most popular with ghosts and monsters.

Especially in the future, ghosts can stay in the world of the living for a longer time, and entanglement is inevitable.

If you don't want to bother with them, just use this to drive them away.

Don't underestimate it because it's inconspicuous. It's as old as this shop and is a treasure passed down from our great-grandmother!"

"Isn't it the one you smoked from me when you were a child? And how can ghosts stay in the world of the living longer in the future?" Song Miaozhu asked in surprise.

"That's just an ordinary thing, how can it be compared with this!" Song Huaihua only answered her first question when the copper bell at the door of the store rang, and a ghost guest came.

She immediately stopped talking and gestured to Song Miaozhu to entertain her.

Song Miaozhu looked towards the store entrance and gasped: "!!!"

It was a ghost with a flat head and bloody flesh.

Unlike the ghosts on the street, you can tell how someone died just by looking at him.

Song Miaozhu thought of the ghost money that could be exchanged for RMB, and immediately suppressed the strange expression on her face and prepared herself mentally:
"This is a ghost shop! It's a ghost business! Anyway, the shopkeeper's credentials are there to protect her. No ghost in the underworld can find out she's human, so there's no need to be afraid! This isn't a ghost, this is glittering golden ghost money!"

All right!

She put on the eager but non-flattering smile she had developed while working part-time after school and walked out of the counter: "Welcome!"

The flat-headed ghost died in a terrifying manner, but his behavior was somewhat timid: "Hello... hello, I'm new here. I heard that the ghost's life span must be filled into a money mold to be used as ghost money. Do you sell money molds here..."

"Of course! Our signature product, the gold ingot, is the most beautiful and practical coin mold! It's a time-honored Fengdu brand with a long history, and everyone who's used it says it's great! Please come and take a look!"

Song Miaozhu led the ghost guest to the counter and took out three ingot samples to introduce to him:

“This is a first-grade ingot, priced at one hundred ghost coins, and can hold a ghost lifespan worth one thousand ghost coins.

This is a second-grade ingot, priced at one thousand ghost coins, and can hold a ghost lifespan worth ten thousand ghost coins.

This is really amazing. This is a third-grade ingot, priced at 10,000 ghost coins, and can save a ghost life worth 100,000 ghost coins.

New ingots can be deposited and withdrawn multiple times by their first owner for longevity use."

"How much is this ghost life worth one thousand ghost coins?" asked the flat-headed ghost.

Song Miaozhu didn't know either, she glanced at her grandmother.

(End of this chapter)