Chapter 2: Playing the Ghostly Woman

"Does it look like it this time? Hehe, hehe!" She didn't know where she had gotten a fake eyeball embedded in her eye socket, and she kept grinning foolishly

The girl trembled all over in fear, turned her head shakily, and asked in a low voice, "You... you are not trying to scare me, are you?"

"Why did you leave the door ajar like this? How are customers supposed to enter?" a woman said from outside

I let out a cold laugh, picked up a book from the table to browse through, and ignored her

Oh, that woman turned sideways, just managing to get her head through, and forcefully squeezed herself in

Just as I settled down in the store, I heard the sound of high heels clacking outside. Every time I hear this sound, it stirs my heart with excitement. It has been three years, and I still haven't found a partner; how can I not yearn for a woman? However, a female ghost is out of the question

"Why is there no sign outside? It's so hard for me to find it," the woman complained while rubbing her sore body.

Why would I scare you? Aren't you the one who wants to play a ghost? If a ghost comes, what is there to be afraid of?

"Banknotes here are as good as ghost money. Just leave, I do not argue with women, especially those in high heels."

The business in the store is not particularly thriving, with an average of only one or two customers each day. Today coincides with a festival, and even ghosts will be busy collecting offerings, so it is likely that there will be no customers. I hesitated about whether to go or not. In the end, I thought that since I wouldn't be able to sleep at night anyway, it would be better to go to the store, read some books, and ponder over some spells.

Exiting through a dark alley, I arrived at a small street. Turning east for 50 meters, I reached my shop. This was originally my family's old residence, but later the town implemented some urban planning, demolishing the old house and leaving only two storefronts. The shop door is still an old wooden board, and there is no sign hanging above it, fearing that the words "ghost business" would scare people away. The door opens only a small wooden panel, creating a gap of just over half a foot wide, allowing ghosts to enter if they wish. The townspeople know that our shop does not engage in legitimate business, so no one dares to come near at night. The shop door is still an old wooden board, and there is no sign hanging above it, fearing that the words "ghost business" would scare people away. The door opens only a small wooden panel, creating a gap of just over half a foot wide, allowing ghosts to enter if they wish. The townspeople know that our shop does not engage in legitimate business, so no one dares to come near at night.

"What is not like that?" She was taken aback

She lowered her head and looked for a long time, and only after removing her false eyeball did she see the shadow on the ground, then she turned around and squeezed through the gap in the door

Oh, is that so? She has left again

She let out a soft "oh," turned around, and squeezed through the door. However, it wasn't long before she returned. This time, her lips were coated with black lipstick, and under the dim light, combined with her pale face, my goodness, it was even more terrifying than a real ghost

"If you put away the shadow, it would look even more like it." I was both amused and exasperated.

This woman is truly difficult to deal with. Just as I was about to drive her out, I suddenly caught sight of what was behind her, and my eyes lit up as I said, "Alright, then let me show you what a real ghost looks like. Come in." My last sentence was directed at what was behind her.

"What does it matter if they are strangers or acquaintances? With money, aren't you still going to earn?" The woman became displeased.

What’s wrong with wearing high heels? Is it that ghosts are not allowed to wear high heels? Let me tell you, I also wear stockings; just take a look..." Saying this, she lifted her long, beautiful leg, about to place it on the table

However, it is ultimately a folk legend. Whether the underworld's bank is truly so responsible, and whether there are kickbacks or embezzlement involved, remains unknown. Unless you actually experience the underworld yourself, you would likely understand everything.

It was utterly baffling; just as I was about to get up to close the shop door, I saw her squeezing back in, and this time she was surprisingly quick, which took me by surprise

Then I found the right place at https://m.hetushu.com. I have not been feeling well lately, please give me some medicine

After completing these tasks, at 7:00 AM, my mother prepared breakfast for me. I ate and then went to sleep, waking up at 4:00 PM, only to get up for lunch. I suspect that my father's early death is related to this abnormal lifestyle

Indeed, ghosts should not have shadows. However, there are no ghosts in my home; I have never seen one, so how would I know what a ghost looks like

My eyes remained fixed on the pages of the book as I raised my right index finger to point diagonally behind me. A sign hung on the wall, with a white background and black lettering: "Specialty Store for Ghostly Affairs!" In the lower right corner, a line of small text read: "No entry for strangers!"

I cast a sidelong glance and couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat. I quickly waved the book to swat her leg down, saying: "That's enough, enough. Your ghostly act is unconvincing; just go outside."

A slender woman dressed entirely in white appeared outside the door crack, her face particularly pale under the illumination of the room's light. However, her lips were a vibrant red, and her eyes sparkled with a certain spirit.

Are you messing with me? What part of my act is not convincing? It's not fair to toy with someone like this. Asking me to hide my shadow, is that something a person or a book can do? Show me how you do it!" This girl stood with her hands on her hips, exuding an air of aggression.

The lips are too red; ghosts do not wear lipstick

"You have entered the wrong door. If you are feeling unwell, you should see a doctor. Our establishment does not serve strangers." I said coldly without raising my head

I was almost sweating profusely, and in a bad mood, I said: "I didn't ask you to play a ghost; it was you who insisted on causing trouble. Does your family's ghost have a shadow?"

Today is the first day of October, the Ghost Festival, which is a traditional holiday. Regardless of whether one is in the north or south, people will honor their ancestors on this day. Those who are unable to return to their ancestral graves for the rituals often burn paper money at the crossroads of their residence. It is said that there is a bank in the underworld specifically responsible for receiving these offerings. As long as your descendants send them, they will distribute the ghost money and items back to you according to the registered list.

"Ghosts have their own ways to enter." I did not look up

I looked up at the door and thought to myself that this woman, judging by her voice, must still be a girl. Where is she from, and why is she causing trouble here in the middle of the night? Just as I was pondering this question, she unexpectedly returned. I wished I could wipe the foundation off her face to see her appearance, so I could decide whether to throw her out and give her a beating or to engage in some intimate activities with her.

"Hehe, this time there won't be any problems, right? Do you believe I am a ghost now?" She grinned, and there was indeed a hint of eeriness to it

Taking over the ghost specialty store for three years has profoundly made me realize what life is like for those who are not normal. The store opens at the stroke of midnight (11 PM) and closes at the end of the hour of the pig (3 AM), as this period is when ghosts are most active. If we open earlier, there are no customers; if we stay open until after 3 AM, the roosters are about to crow, which is also when the ghosts return.

I almost fainted, looking into her eyes and saying: "If ghosts had such spirited eyes as yours, they might be able to borrow a corpse and return to life."

Returning home after three o'clock, I still need to clean the bloodstains off the ghost teeth I obtained. I must boil them in a special solution for two hours before I dare to sleep. Otherwise, once the ghost teeth leave the ghost body, they lose their spiritual power and will disappear by dawn. The special solution turns them into a black liquid, which is the raw material for black pearls. I store it in a sealed jar, and once I have enough solution from one hundred ghost teeth, I can refine it into pearls to exchange for cash. Because the origin of this item is unclear and it is consistently available, it cannot be sold through legitimate channels; I can only find buyers in the antique black market. Fortunately, this is not a concern, as my father had already left me a way out.