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On the edge of the old city of Fengdu.

The dilapidated courtyard stood quietly in the night, with two large white lanterns hanging at the entrance emitting a pale green glow.

Two stone unicorns squatted on either side of the threshold.

His eyes were completely covered by a red cloth.

Yang Guang pushed open the heavy wooden door with both hands and walked straight through the courtyard.

The branches of two century-old locust trees overhead swayed in the wind, and the densely packed small coffins hanging on them collided with each other, making a dull wooden knocking sound.

Step into the main room.

On the octagonal table in front of the main hall, there is a pure black bronze incense burner covered in dust.

Yang Guang reached into his pocket and pulled out two ghost teeth.

One came from Little Water Ghost Tongtong, and the other came from Old Squad Leader.

Just toss it around.

The two ghostly teeth traced perfect parabolas in the air, and with two crisp "clangs," they landed steadily at the bottom of the incense burner.

Then he took out the jade bottle, uncorked it, and dripped all twenty drops of ghost tears, which exuded a chilling aura, into the incense burner.

When it touches the surface of the ghost tooth, it emits an extremely piercing hissing sound.

Yang Guang raised his hands and quickly formed a hand seal in front of his chest.

The ten fingers created a dazzling series of afterimages.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together and pointed them sharply at the incense burner.

"Refine!"

A cluster of pale blue flames shot out from the fingertips and landed precisely in the center of the incense burner.

"boom!"

The blue flames expanded instantly.

Completely envelop the two ghost teeth and all the ghost tears.

A thick, black smoke suddenly rose from the incense burner, shooting straight up to the wooden roof.

Yang Guang pulled over the broken armchair next to him and plopped down on it.

He crossed his legs and rested them directly on the edge of the eight-immortal table.

With his hands behind his head and a relaxed expression, he said, "Just one more job, and I'll be able to officially start taking on freelance work."

"When those coal bosses come knocking with their money, I'm going to fill sacks with it."

An hour later.

As the sky turned a deep, pale white, the black smoke in the main room dissipated completely.

The blue flame inside the incense burner flickered twice and then went out completely.

Yang Guang pulled his legs back, sprang up from the armchair, and quickly walked to the incense burner, peering inside.

Two beads, each the size of a longan, lay quietly at the bottom.

It is entirely black, with a strange metallic luster flowing across its surface.

The black pearl is secured.

That's two hundred thousand!

Yang Guang reached out and grabbed two pearls, the icy touch traveling from his skin straight to his brain.

He turned and ran out of the main room, went to the front door, and stuffed two black pearls directly into the mouth of a Qilin.

This was Yang Guang's first time making a transaction, and he didn't know when the money would arrive. He was just following his grandfather's rules.

After doing all this, Yang Guang looked around and, finding no one nearby, went back inside.

Yang Guang waited until the rooster crowed before tidying himself up and going outside to extinguish the white lantern.

And they tore off the red cloth from the Qilin's head.

I was just about to go back inside to lie down and rest for a while when my phone received a text message.

A short message pop-up window took up the entire center of the screen.

[Bank of XX] Your savings card account ending in 9527 has received an income of RMB 200,000.00. Available balance: RMB 200,002.50.

Yang Guang stared intently at the string of zeros.

My eyeballs were almost touching the shattered glass screen.

He extended his right index finger and tapped on each item on the screen one by one.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"A full two hundred thousand!"

Yang Guang raised his head and let out an extremely arrogant laugh at the morning sky: "Little money!"

"My savings for getting married are back!"

"Finally, I can get rid of that damn two yuan and fifty cents!"

He used his legs to jump half a meter high.

He clenched his fists and waved them wildly in the air: "Screw that free seaweed soup!"

"This morning, I'm asking for two eggs with my noodles!"

Yang Guang felt like he was walking on air.

Two hundred thousand dollars lay in the account.

This feeling is even more refreshing than downing a whole bottle of ice-cold soda in the middle of summer.

Finally, I have some money left to save for my wife.

But his smile quickly faded.

For two whole days, Saturday and Sunday, two large white lanterns hung outside the door of that dilapidated courtyard on the edge of Fengdu's old city.

The pale green candlelight flickered in the wind.

The results of it?

Not to mention ghosts knocking on the door, not even a wandering dog or a lonely spirit has come to visit!

Just one more order!

Once he completes this last job involving a dead person, he can finally break free from the agency's rules and start taking jobs from wealthy women and coal mine owners!

But why did these damned guys all suddenly disappear at this crucial moment?

"You bastards, do you all refuse to be reincarnated?"

Yang Guang squatted down next to the two stone kylins covered with red cloth in the yard, grabbing his messy hair and rubbing it vigorously.

In the dead of night, I stood guard in the empty courtyard, letting the cold wind blow through.

Not only is there no money to be made, but...

I even developed two huge dark circles under my eyes from staying up so long.

Deeply resentful!

This resulted in Yang Guang being slumped on his desk in his classroom, Class 2, Grade 12, on Monday morning.

I slept like a log.

The math teacher on the podium was lecturing with great enthusiasm.

The half-used piece of chalk in his hand made a crisp "tap tap tap" sound as it poked the blackboard, which was covered with densely written problem-solving steps. Below, a group of students were frantically copying notes.

Only Yang Guang's corner was so quiet that it formed its own barrier.

He didn't listen to a single word and was having a good dream.

My dreams are filled with images of rich women waving bundles of banknotes at me, telling me to go catch ghosts.

"Rich woman...hehe..."

When the bell rang suddenly for the end of the last class at noon, Yang Guang, who was lying on the table, suddenly sprang up.

This action wasn't processed by the cerebral cortex at all; it was purely muscle memory formed from rushing to the cafeteria for food.

"Whoosh!"

The wooden chair screeched violently against the terrazzo floor, producing an extremely piercing shriek.

All the students stopped writing at the same time, and dozens of heads turned around to see Yang Guang stride out of his seat and rush to the back door of the classroom in a few steps, ready to slip out.

"stop!"

The bald math teacher on the podium slammed the last bit of chalk he had into the blackboard slot.

A cloud of white chalk dust rose from the podium.

The teacher extended his right index finger and pointed directly at Yang Guang's back, which had already stepped half a foot out of the back door.

"Yang Guang!"

Did I call it a day?

"Where are you running off to in this emergency?"

Yang Guang slammed on the brakes, scraping the ground with the soles of his feet.

He turned around, still gripping the doorframe with one hand, and looked at the bald teacher on the podium with an air of self-righteousness, saying, "Time to eat, teacher!"

"The bell has already rung to signal the end of get out of class."

"It's time for my regular rice meal, no matter what."

"Am I wrong to actively comply with the school's schedule?"

These words were spoken with such force that they angered the math teacher so much that he grabbed the blackboard eraser from the lectern and slammed it against the edge of the desk.

"There are still two steps left to explain for this big problem!"

"You're in a hurry for three or five minutes?"

Yang Guang suddenly spread his hands outwards, saying helplessly, "It's terrible!"

"That's a huge difference!"

"If you go too late, the free seaweed and egg drop soup at the window on the second floor of the cafeteria will be gone!"