After retirement, I became a gangster soul mate [Transmigration Book]

"Dingling—" "Dingling—"

The silver bell under the eaves swayed slightly, and the crisp sound made it a little more eerie and weird in the dark and silent night.

Next to the steps at the gate, there are two copper incense burners.

The red Mars is looming.

The wind passed through the half-closed door, quietly picked up the yellow round paper money on the ground, and finally floated gently into the living room, and swayed the fire in the brazier like a prank, and the person next to the brazier moved back. That heart, also pulsating unsteadily with the flames, paused the hand throwing the paper money into the basin, raised it to touch the cold back of the neck, the eyeballs wandered in panic, and the sight was in a small range. Patrol around.

The lighting in the living room is not bright.

The headlights were turned off, and all the light came from white candles burning around.

In the dark corner that cannot be illuminated, it always makes people feel that there is something hidden.

"Hey! What are you doing! Hurry up and continue burning!"

He hurriedly looked away, shrank his body, and continued to throw paper money into the basin.

"Hey, do you feel... It's chilly in this room."

"It's autumn and it's cold in the morning and evening. You're wearing a thin coat...and there's ice under the coffin. The temperature in this room must be low."

"I really don't want to do this job if I don't pay a lot of money."

"It's not happy to have money, we young masters and ladies, there must be no one who wants to guard this spirit."

"You said this..."

Looking across the coffin surrounded by flowers in front of him, his lowered voice was somewhat mysterious.

"Why did it suddenly disappear? I heard my master scolding at home before, and the scolding was terrible. Why did he die suddenly at this age? Do you think it could be...these rich people want to inherit the family property What, maybe..."

"Hush!" This topic should be taboo, another voice immediately stopped the speaker from continuing.

"You! Be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth!"

There was silence for a few minutes, probably because it was really boring to watch in this mourning hall, and the two couldn't help but whispered again.

"That child fell asleep, what a crime. Daddy died at a young age, and he has to stay here alone."

"What father! That's this sister!"

"Hehe... I've never heard of it. I thought it was a child at this age."

"Hey, it's actually similar to being a father. This little girl's parents had an accident when she was born, so she was brought up by her elder brother."

"With the current situation, I'm afraid this little baby will have a hard time."

"Sister Fang, you have been in the Song family for a long time, do you know something?"

"...Heh, if you want to stay in the Song family, you should know that there are some things you can't ask."

"I'm not...curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat! But... it's not something that can't be said. This sister who can resist things is gone now, and the younger brother is going to university outside the province. I don't know if it's a bad relationship." , The elder brother died without seeing him come back, the younger one...how old is he, he has no father or mother, and his elder brother and sister can't be relied on, how can he live like this."

"Won't the rest of the Song family adopt her?"

"Heh." With a sneer, he understood everything.

"Rich people, it's a mess."

"Dingling—" "Dingling—" "Dingling—"

"Why is the wind so strong tonight, be careful of the fire, don't blow it out and light something else."

"Sister Fang..."

"Why are you shaking! Why don't you just blow some wind..."

"You, look..."

A circle of red candles surrounded the coffin, which was almost blown out by the gust of wind just now, only the five standing on the top of the coffin and the four corners were still burning. The candle flames danced violently in the wind. It was about to be blown out, but when the wind stopped, it was ignited again. The two of them looked at it, and their hearts were pounding. They sighed dryly: "The quality of this candle is quite good."

"Sister Fang..." The voice trembled uncontrollably: "No matter how good the quality of this candle is, why does it change color?"

The orange-yellow fire that could give people a little warmth in the heart has slowly turned green.

Suddenly a gust of evil wind rushed into the living room, and the paper money burning in the brazier was blown all over the place. There was a crisp "bang dang" sound as if it hit the heart. The wreaths that were placed were also blown rattlingly, and the paper figurines guarding the door were also brought in by the wind.

Gollum.

A broken boy's head rolled to the feet of the two of them.

The two looked down, a smiling face was drawn by the rough lines on the pale paper face, and a pair of eyes looked straight at them...

"Ah-ah-!"

The two fell to the ground together, and then crawled towards the door with hands and feet.

"What are you two arguing about!"

A man walked in from outside the gate, blocking the two who wanted to escape.

"Yes, yes... There are ghosts!"

"There's a fart! It's just a gust of wind, what are you talking about!"

The two of them slumped on the ground, looked up at the man, then turned their heads stiffly to the living room.

The original green candle disappeared, but the candle was still burning quietly. From time to time, the crackling sound of sparks could be heard. Because of the gust of wind just now, the living room became messy, valuables flew everywhere, and the brazier was placed upside down. Black ash was scattered all over the ground, and the wreath moved, as if there was nothing strange about it...

The two looked at the paper figurine's head again. When they panicked just now, they were stepped on by someone. Now they can't even see the face, so it's not so scary.

It seems that she was taken aback...

"Heh." The man snorted dissatisfiedly: "Just take the money and work hard, even if there is a ghost, you two have to stay here until tomorrow morning!"

"I know, I know..."

Seeing that the man was about to leave, he quickly asked, "What time is it?"

The man glanced at his watch impatiently: "Two minutes past 12, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Turning around, walked to the coffin, set the overturned brazier, and the two of them stood next to each other and continued to burn papers. The man stood at the door and looked at it for a while. After making sure that nothing happened, he turned and left and went back to his room. After getting to the post, the two people in the room stared at the burning flame, and finally, the woman who couldn't control her mouth couldn't hold it anymore, and asked in a low voice: "Sister Fang, just now... did the fire turn green? I should have read it right."

Sister Fang was silent for a moment, her voice was a little difficult: "Stop talking! Don't ask me anything! Let's just watch over."

"But..." He rubbed his arms: "My family said that if someone kills you, it will become..."

"Tell you to stop talking!" Sister Fang turned her head and gave him a hard look, which made her chattering mouth shut in fright.

-

Without the muttering in his ears, Yu Xian could finally think about the current situation.

Probably just a few hours ago.

His retirement application was approved.

According to the usual retirement procedure of ghosts, after the application is approved, the superior will issue a notice, and then log in to the relevant website to register information. Whether to reincarnate, or to be a human or a demon directly, whether you want to become a man or a woman, whether you want to enjoy retirement in the normal human world, or go to the abnormal human world to experience a different new life, etc.

Generally speaking, Guichai's retirement arrangements are very spiritual.

Log in to the website, fill out the relevant forms, and wait for the final results.

It took almost half a month, but why was he sent away just after his application was approved.

Just at twelve o'clock, the gate of hell opened.

Since then, Yu Xian has become a person from a ghost.

After thinking about it, he didn't understand it, but he was a little sleepy. Yu Xian, who never liked to get entangled in one thing, chose to sleep. Anyway, his immediate boss would never cheat him. If there is anything to do, wait until he wakes up. It was not too late to think about it, he took a deep breath, the tip of his nose was filled with a faint woody fragrance and a smell of fireworks, Yu Xian turned over, and heard a muffled "dong", his knee hit a wall, Closing his eyes and rubbing his sore knee, he turned in the other direction.

Soft and a little warm.

Yu Xian stretched out his hand to hug it, and touched it carelessly.

Although it is soft, it is hard when you pinch it, and you can feel the ups and downs when you put your arms on it.

It is impossible for any pillow to be of this style.

Yu Xian vaguely sensed something was wrong, but he was too sleepy and didn't want to open his eyes.

"Did it just come from the voice in the coffin!"

The voice was a little high-pitched, and obvious panic could be heard in the trembling.

"Don't be surprised!" Another voice reprimanded dissatisfied: "Don't forget that there is a fool lying here!"

coffin?Fool?

The two words got into his ears, and Yu Xian rubbed the pillow next to him, thinking that not only the sound insulation of this place is not very good, but also the neighbors next door are quite disturbing, and they are still muttering and chatting when they don't sleep in the middle of the night. The voices should be two women, saying that there are fools in the coffin, so is there any connection between the coffin and the fool?

No matter what the connection is, Yu Xian just wants to continue sleeping.

But the two aunts chatted vigorously, and they kept talking there.

With difficulty, he raised his eyelids and blinked. It took him a long time to see what he was holding. The light was a bit blurry and dim, but he could still see clearly. Yu Xian slowly retracted the arms and legs that were hanging on it. , his body also moved back, and quickly leaned against the wall. Only then did he realize why the sleeping place is so narrow, like a box...

Yu Xian: "...?"

Why is he lying in a coffin?Dead or alive?

So is he now a man or a ghost?

"Hey, there's another sound, what is this idiot messing around in?"

"Maybe it's just turning over, heh, only a fool would dare to lie in a coffin with a dead person."

Yu Xian raised his hand to poke the person beside him, and then touched his chest.

Then contacting the two people outside, he sighed with regret: "It's a pity that such a good-looking person is a fool."

Then the problem is coming.

Yu Xian raised his head halfway and yawned slowly.

The skin is warm, the breath is long, and the heart is still beating vigorously.

Is it possible that since his death, the people in the 800 years of time and development have created some strange social methods?Two big living people stay in the coffin and sleep together, want to have close contact, want to live and die in the same hole, want to live and die together?Good guy, people nowadays really know how to play, even a well-informed ghost can't help calling him an expert.

But there seems to be something wrong with thinking this way. The person who spoke just now seems to have said that fools sleep with dead people.

The fool... glanced at the beauty beside him, and the dead... glanced at his heaving chest.

Yu Xian: "..." This is really impossible for him.

The author has something to say: Yu Xian: I am retired, but this first day of retirement seems a bit strange

As always, mine-clearing thoughts

1. True spirits and different texts, unit direction, not Fengshui and not heavenly masters, easy to read and not more realistic settings, many of them are made up by me nonsense, we still have to believe in science, adhere to materialism and commit to building a harmonious society

2. Big world and small world setting, so the background is modern but basically overhead

3. Some plots will be a little scary, hold me tight if you are afraid

4. There is a reasonable connection between character setting and character behavior. If you think a certain behavior is strange, please read on. There will probably be an explanation later. If you can’t read it, the upper right corner is crossed. Don’t get too entangled. It’s not good for your body and mind.

5. Read this article and be happy. If you want to scold me, please be gentle, okay?