He watched Zhou Yi leave.

He put his hands in his pockets, watching the motorcycle drive away, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "What a loss, I didn't even ask if she could offer me a position."

However, no matter how good the benefits were, Wei Yuan didn't want to actively get involved in the dangerous world of demons and ghosts. The Wohu waist tag choosing him was probably the worst decision this waist tag had ever made. Even the Scroll of Strange Powers and Chaotic Gods – Divine Five that Wan Qiniang opened after shedding her vengeful ghost body, Wei Yuan only glanced at it before putting it down.

Isn't living a good life great?

What reason is there to actively interfere with those things?

He shook his head and turned around, almost getting a fright.

The room, which had been empty just a moment ago, now had a pile of dead ghosts crowded around the refrigerator.

The yin energy was chilling.

The fishing bro stretched his head directly through the refrigerator door, then pulled it out, his eyes vacant, muttering:

"It's gone, it's all gone..."

"What's gone?"

"The meaning of life."

"Speak human language."

"...The Coke is gone."

Wei Yuan opened the refrigerator door. There were originally several cans of Coke inside, and he had drunk quite a few these past few days. Just now, he had casually taken out the last two cans to treat Zhou Yi. These few wandering souls seemed unable to leave this museum, and one of their greatest hobbies was to gather together and drink Coke.

Now that their greatest pleasure was gone, the three ghosts and two paper dolls turned their heads to look at Wei Yuan pitifully.

Drip, drip.

The bathroom started to leak.

This was the characteristic of a water ghost.

Wei Yuan rubbed his forehead: "Stop, stop it."

"I'll go to the market this afternoon, I'll buy some."

…

Wei Yuan hadn't lived here for very long.

This was his first time visiting the local market here.

It was quite large, divided into vegetable, fruit, aquatic product, meat, dry goods, and seasoning areas.

There was a supermarket in the middle.

Most of them were small shops, just stalls set up on the spot.

Wei Yuan was thinking about whether to buy some meat when someone suddenly stopped him. It was a thin old man, smiling:

"Want to buy some seasonings? Homemade, adding a little to anything makes it fragrant and appetizing, come, take a look?"

Wei Yuan saw several small bottles and jars on the stall next to him.

He shook his head and declined politely:

"Thanks, grandpa, my appetite is fine, I don't need any special appetizing seasoning."

The old man sat down regretfully.

Wei Yuan found the butcher, picked out some pork, and just then, a man walked past, accidentally tripped, and the things in his arms spilled all over the ground. Wei Yuan crouched down to help pick them up, and saw that they were all meaty, bony things, but the man was thin.

The man thanked him repeatedly, picked up his things, and ran off as if he were in a hurry.

He was also stopped by the old man, who tried to sell him the appetite-stimulating seasoning.

The butcher next door, smoking a cigarette, glanced at them and said:

"That's old Zhang again. But I have to say, he really needs that stuff, it might actually be useful to him."

"Useful?"

The butcher glanced at Wei Yuan and chopped meat as he said:

"Yeah, he's a food streamer, so he needs a good appetite."

Wei Yuan was a little curious this time, and said:

"Food streamer? He doesn't look like someone who can eat much at all."

The butcher stubbed out his cigarette and said:

"Eat? He definitely can't eat. I can eat twice as much as him. But what can he do? His daughter at home got sick and needs a lot of money. His wife ran away, and he's stretched thin as three people. He works during the day, picks up his daughter in the evening and settles her down, then has to go out and drive fast, and in the early hours of the morning, he has to do a food stream for another hour or two."

"If you ask me, he's just making a fool of himself."

"But what can he do?"

"In this life, no one can escape the word 'poverty'. And this illness, either you feed your conscience to the dogs, or there's no way to cure it."

"Here, your pork belly."

The butcher handed the meat to Wei Yuan, who took it. He saw the man surnamed Zhang take the seasoning from the old man and leave in a hurry. Looking at the time, it was about time to pick up his child from school. Wei Yuan sighed that life wasn't easy for anyone, and turned to leave.

A man bumped into his shoulder.

It was a refined-looking man with delicate skin and gold-rimmed glasses, apologizing repeatedly. Wei Yuan waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing, no need to worry.

The man nodded with a smile and walked away quickly.

…

'Fang Cheng' walked forward unhurriedly.

He had just come out of the police station not long ago.

Ordinary yin-yang eyes see the spirit body covered in human skin. Even ordinary Daoists can't see his true face, let alone a policeman?

His eyes kept scanning over the bodies of people one by one.

Looking at those skins.

The old ones won't do, they've been weathered for decades, too rough.

Men won't do, too coarse.

Women, most of them won't do either.

They use all kinds of cosmetics at such a young age, ruining their originally good skin.

No, no, no.

'Fang Cheng' felt like there was a fire burning in his stomach, like he hadn't eaten for more than ten days, but all he saw were dishes that didn't suit his appetite, gradually becoming anxious.

No.

This skin, this skin is about to rot.

He had to find materials quickly to repair it, repair it.

He quickly surveyed his targets and prey.

Then he found it.

The perfect prey.

Not weathered, not rough.

Not yet developed, not as coarse as most adult men.

And hasn't had time to use cosmetics yet.

"Goodbye, teacher."

"Goodbye, children, listen to your parents when you get home."

"Okay~"

'Fang Cheng' withdrew his gaze from the target group, saw the words "Quanshi Kindergarten" above, straightened his tie, adjusted his glasses, looking gentle and amiable, like a man coming to pick up his child, and then with a gentle smile, walked towards the kindergarten.

There were still a few children left there, because their parents had something to do.

He couldn't wait to touch that tender skin.

Tear it off and soak it in a magic spell.

Stick it on his body.

His pace quickened.

Only one alleyway left.

There was a person leaning against the wall in the alleyway ahead. He didn't pay attention to it, but just as 'Fang Cheng' was about to walk past, that person straightened up and brushed past him. And as they brushed past, that person suddenly raised his arm and grabbed 'Fang Cheng's neck.

So strong…

Fang Cheng staggered back a few steps, clutching his throat and coughing constantly.

His neck was directly dented by that blow, becoming twisted.

Coughing, he raised his head, his eyes full of resentment as he looked at the person who had ruined his plans.

He remembered, this was the person he had bumped into just now.

Wei Yuan looked at the man's state, and the Wohu waist tag vibrated and hummed slightly.

Words rose in his mind.

Monster Class - Huapi Nu (Painted Skin Slave).

ps: Thanks to |Sparrow| for the ten thousand reward, thank you~