I deliberately ate the fried dough sticks slowly, glancing towards the door from time to time.

The security guard outside finally grew impatient: "Are you finished yet? Hurry up!"

"Almost!" I finished the remaining thin porridge in one gulp, stood up, and walked outside.

The security guard, Old Wu, said as he walked, "Breakfast was good, right? Before you ate, didn't you check where the breakfast was bought? There are no fried dough stick stalls within ten *li* of here."

"Guess who made the fried dough sticks?"

I laughed, "Of course, it was made by a person. Could it be made by a ghost?"

The security guard said, "Are you trying to say that the fried dough sticks were fried by your chef? Where did her flour come from? Where did her oil come from? Do you have a pot for frying fried dough sticks at home?"

The security guard said, "The person cooking for you in the kitchen might not be a person, maybe it's a ghost!"

"If you eat food made by a ghost, what you see will be like ghosts."

The security guard turned around and led us towards the property management office. This time, I actually saw the property management door in the corridor.

The property management office appeared during the day!

The security guard pointed to the door and said, "Go in yourselves! I have to lead other people."

I gave Wang Xiaohuan a look, and the latter quietly unfurled the Bai Deng (white lantern).

The moment I pushed the door open, Wang Xiaohuan, with the white lantern behind him, gently flipped his palm upwards, and a white lantern without a lit flame floated silently into the air.

The small white lantern, as if controlled by someone, stuck to the wall, and the candle inside burned without fire.

The property manager sitting behind the desk didn't notice at all that we had hung a lantern on his door the moment we opened it.

The other party looked at me with annoyance and said, "I'll give you a slip. Go and finish the job. Come to me for the remaining money, and I'll make it up to you."

I smiled faintly, "These kinds of jobs are always paid for in advance."

"If I do the job and you deny it afterward, can I carry the dead person back?"

The property manager suppressed his anger and said, "Then we'll sign a contract, and everything will be according to the contract."

"Signing a contract also requires stating that you pay in advance," I didn't budge an inch.

The property manager was so angry that he pointed at me twice in the air with his finger: "Okay, okay, I'll calculate the money for you right now."

The property manager took out a stack of banknotes from the desk drawer and threw them on the table: "Take the money and get to work."

I picked up the money, took out four bills from it, and pushed them in front of the manager: "The rules of the road, the middleman takes ten percent."

The property manager was furious: "You're insulting me!"

I spread my hands and said, "Anyway, I gave it to you. Whether you want to throw it outside or give it to someone else, that's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

After I finished speaking, I left the furious manager and went to find the employer according to the slip he gave me.

As soon as the old lady opened the door, I smelled the scent of a dried corpse.

I've smelled the scent of dead people a lot.

When Gui Ba trained me back then, he made me smell countless scents.

According to him, I don't expect your nose to be as sensitive as a dog, but you have to use your sense of smell to determine whether the target closest to you is a person or a ghost.

There was a dried corpse in this room, and it was a corpse that had been dried and preserved for many years.

The old lady who opened the door for me said in a hoarse voice, "Come in! The person is inside."

Whether it was the living room or the bedroom, this house was completely covered with black cloth curtains, making it difficult to see things in the room even during the day.

The old lady specifically said, "Don't turn on the lights, be careful not to scare my old man. When he was alive, he had a bad temper, and it's even worse now that he's dead."

"If you make him angry, be careful you won't be able to coax him!"

I said, "Aren't you going to do the Kai Lian (opening face) for the old man? How can you do it in this pitch-black room?"

"I'll light a lamp for you!" The old lady took out an oil lamp from the cabinet, lit the wick with a match, held it in her hand, and led us into the room.

"This oil lamp! This beeswax! They're all good things, they can illuminate and they don't hurt the eyes, they don't scare the dead."

"If you turn on the electric light directly, maybe the ghosts in the dark will explode!"

The old lady walked into the bedroom and pointed to the bed: "The one sitting on the bed is my old man. You wait a moment! I'll discuss it with him, and after we've agreed, you can do the Kai Lian for him."

Although the corpse on the bed was covered with a quilt, it could be seen that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. The quilt used to cover the corpse was wrapped around the body from behind to the front, revealing the face of the corpse.

The old lady walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, close to the corpse's ear, and said, "Old man, I've found someone to do the Kai Lian for you."

"You loved beauty so much when you were alive, you have to let you leave beautifully when you die!"

"Don't worry, Manager Yang said: this girl is good at Kai Lian! She will definitely make you clean and beautiful."

"Don't let the girl touch you, if you act up, I won't care about you. I'll just let you reincarnate with your old skin and face."

After the old lady finished speaking, she stood up: "Girl, I've agreed with the old man, he won't cause you trouble, you can do your work!"