Section 3

With a crisp sound, the greenery inhaled a breath of cool air.

Liu Feiyin felt an urge to kick that face. Bai Qingming, this pervert, truly possesses extraordinary talent, as he can see the golden rewards through such a face.

Liu Feiyin, with her bottom resting on the quilt, propped her head on her arm, lost in thoughts of dreams, faintly hearing the crisp sound of bells from outside. The dampness of the rain wafted in, wrapped in waves of fragrant breeze. A person in white attire, with black hair cascading to the ground, entered and, lowering their head, asked: "Is this the place that sells things hetushucom .com?"

Bai Qingming smiled gently, even more tenderly: "Yes."

The young female ghost, encouraged, raised her head and said: "Then can I go to the Liu Fei Bank at the Dugu Mountain Villa in Fulong Town, Lingcheng, Dongli Country?"

Indeed, the artist took off his boots and climbed into the coffin, lying down comfortably and letting out a long sigh. Bai Qingming closed the coffin lid and said, "Good sleep," before leisurely walking out. The greenery had already lit the guiding incense and replenished the oil in the lantern. The night was deepening. Outside, rain was falling, and the tree demon, having some leisure time, used scissors to trim the newly grown branches and leaves.

There are also women who die and become ghosts, terrifying people to the point of taking lives, such as this extraordinary woman before me, whose appearance among the fierce ghosts can be considered exceptionally ugly.

Liu Feiyin can only accompany you for seven days; once the time limit is reached, you will become my drug addict, helping me test the drugs. Is that acceptable?

Liu Feiyin was taken aback, as if struck by five thunders.

Most drug ghosts are lonely souls and wild spirits captured by immortals, used to test various talismans against demons and monsters. Therefore, drug ghosts easily suffer from soul scattering, with no favorable outcome.

The little girl ghost in white wiped her eyes with her sleeve and said, "Can love be bought?"

Bai Qingming explained: "He said the coffin is good, lying in it is comfortable"

The artist accompanying me remains as eccentric as ever, cloaked in a black cape that conceals his entire body, walking with his head lowered as if he is about to pick up money. However, the artist is not at all sluggish in his work; he paints the ancient pines of Nanshan on the coffin board, completing it in less than two hours, puffing his cheeks as he blows on it.

The artist rarely speaks, but today a faint smile appeared on their face: "Good."

He glared fiercely at Bai Qingming, noticing that the money-loving scoundrel slightly lowered his phoenix eyes, and said in a tone reminiscent of someone drowning: "Alright, as long as you can afford the price, our Jin Guan Fang will fulfill any request."

"Oh?" Liu Feiyin leaned closer, "What is good?"

The little ghost nodded without any hesitation

Bai Qingming's smile was like it was wrapped in honey, and she made a gesture as if to say she was admiring the greenery. Only then did she softly say: "Apart from the mundane objects of the world, what does the young lady wish to buy?"

The four individuals returned to the Jin Guan Fang before nightfall

The little ghost was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he unexpectedly began to cry, tears of blood streaming down his face

Liu Feiyin could not help but open his eyes to examine the little female ghost before him. Some women, even in death, possess an enchanting grace; their pale faces can still captivate scholarly men to the point of distraction. Take, for instance, the infatuated and beautiful ghost Nie Xiaoqian. However, there are also women who, even in death, are terrifyingly frightening, such as the peculiar woman before him, whose appearance stands out as exceptionally ugly among the fierce ghosts.