Chapter 3 is in disarray

Meng Donghe looked down and after several attempts, finally summarized it in one sentence: "You, are you a ghost?"

"Hello, uncle, are you alright?" Liu Chunyang on the sofa did not respond. He trembled slightly as he extended his hand, placing it under Shen Chunyang's nose, carefully feeling for any breath. Meng Donghe hoped to sense even a faint sign of life, so that he could take him to the hospital, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

Great! The barbecue boy readily agreed, while placing a large and plump ear of corn on the grill.

The past is the past, and while I’m at it, I might as well grab something to eat. Before leaving, Meng Donghe specifically checked Shen Chunyang's body in the room, carefully locked the door, and then left with peace of mind. In any case, before someone else takes over, I must ensure that I do not become a murderer.

Meng Donghe shouted for a long time, but no one paid him any attention. Suddenly, he realized that by yelling here, he might attract unwanted attention. So, he decided to quiet down and focus on how to handle the corpse.

Adjusting Liu Chunyang's corpse, Meng Donghe carefully covered him with a quilt, feeling relieved at last. He then closed the door and picked up the emerald jade pendant from the sofa.

In the alley near mhetushucomcom, smoke swirled around, and from a distance, a strong aroma of cumin could be detected. Meng Donghe's cravings stirred within him, prompting him to quicken his pace towards the barbecue stall. He saw a barbecue vendor dressed in a T-shirt and jeans brushing barbecue oil onto two yellow corns. The sweet scent of corn wafted into his nose, and he quickly grabbed one, letting out a yelp from the heat.

A loud voice rang out, and Meng Donghe suddenly looked up, discovering Liu Chunyang floating beneath the ceiling, smiling at him, which sent a chill down his spine

After a long time of fussing around, his stomach had already started to growl. He took out his phone and called the barbecue vendor. At that moment, it was the busiest time for the vendor. Sure enough, the voice on the other end was hurried: "Brother Meng, what’s up? Just come over and say it directly, I’m busy. Oh no, my corn is almost burnt. I can’t talk to you now, just come over!"

Ghost Hunting? Meng Donghe hails from a small town in a central city. In his childhood, he heard many ghost stories, mostly about vengeful spirits seeking justice, as well as the tales from Mr. Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio," which he was well-versed in. His favorite was the story "Ying Ning" from hetushu.com. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, when he first experienced the stirrings of love, he fantasized about finding a girl like Ying Ning.

"Meng Ge, why are you so impatient? Are you so hungry that you don't even want your hands anymore?" The barbecue vendor joked, his hands not slowing down at all, as a customer urged, "Barbecue vendor, my chicken wings, hurry up!"

The barbecue vendor, known as Xie Xiaoyi, is quite successful in his business. People come not only to enjoy his food but also to have a chat with him and relax. Over time, everyone has come to refer to him as the barbecue vendor, and his real name has largely been forgotten.

When he finished eating and wiped his mouth clean, he looked towards Xiaoyi, and his teeth bit into his lower lip. He clearly saw a woman in white standing behind the barbecue boy—her long hair cascading down, her face pale as snow, her eyes vacant, and a streak of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, dangling down to her chin

However, he was disappointed

Liu Chunyang's body was moved to his own double bed, which stirred up Meng Donghe's sorrowful memories. Just the night before, he and Chen Wan had been passionately entangled on that very bed, living and dying in the throes of passion. Today, Chen Wan had brazenly and justifiably run off with someone else. Tonight, he would have to share his bed with a corpse. This truly is a damned world.

"Forget it, I will endure a little and share a bed with you." Originally, I wanted to place him under the bed, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it; he was still a living person just a moment ago

What kind of ghost needs to be caught? After all, Meng Donghe has graduated, and his logical reasoning is sufficient. Just think about it: that Liu Chunyang is dealing with ghosts that even Yan Luo cannot handle, so they must not be good entities. Who does he think he is to catch ghosts? When Meng Donghe arrived here, he raised his hand, intending to throw the jade he held out the window. Halfway through, he retracted it. Regardless, this jade looks quite valuable; keeping it might allow him to exchange it for some money when he can no longer get by. When Meng Donghe arrived here, he raised his hand, intending to throw the jade he held out the window. Halfway through, he retracted it. Regardless, this jade looks quite valuable; keeping it might allow him to exchange it for some money when he can no longer get by.

After the thunderous sound successfully bombarded Meng Donghe's mind, everything fell silent. The surge of heat had merged with his body, and Meng Donghe felt an indescribable comfort throughout his entire being, every pore seemed to open up. He took a deep breath and turned around, only to discover that the man named Liu Chunyang had collapsed onto the sofa, completely motionless.

Meng Donghe found a spot to sit down. Just as he finished gnawing on his food, a staff member from hetushu.com brought over a freshly grilled corn, the largest and most plump one that had just been placed on the grill. Meng Donghe felt a warmth in his heart. Normally, he wouldn't think much of it, but today was an unusual day, and the heart of this big man surprisingly felt a bit sour, with tears nearly falling. He turned his head away and fiercely gnawed on the corn.

The jade pendant's deep green color reminded Meng Donghe of the ghostly lights he had seen as a child in the cemetery, truly unsettling! The sensation of touching it was icy cold; in this sweltering heat, this chill felt particularly strange. Meng Donghe began to believe everything that had just happened, as if it were all a dream.

"This is really outrageous!" Meng Donghe shouted, "You left your corpse here; if someone else finds it, they will think I am a murderer. I will be in big trouble! Come back! Hey, I know you are still here, come back quickly!"

After speaking, Liu Chunyang's ghost became transparent until it completely vanished into the air. Meng Donghe rubbed his eyes, opened them wide again, but there was nothing! He rubbed again, opened his eyes again, but still nothing!

He sat down and began to organize everything. The first item: he was fired and became unemployed, hetushu.com. The second item: his girlfriend was taken away by someone. The third item: he drank alcohol. The fourth item: he acted impulsively and committed robbery. The fifth item: the old man coughed up blood. The sixth item: he helped the old man move. The seventh item: there was a heat wave, there was a heat wave. The eighth item: the old man died, leaving behind a token. The most important item is—he said he would become a ghost-catching master in the future

Liu Chunyang pointed at his own corpse and said: "My body is already dead. You take care of it. In three days, someone will naturally come to handle it. During these three days, take care of yourself."

You! He lowered his head again, and Liu Chunyang's body was clearly still lying on the sofa, not moving at all

Young man, have you noticed your differences?

"Not bad, congratulations, you have opened your eyes and can now witness all the spirits." The elder pointed to the object on the sofa and continued, "Keep this token well; in the future, someone will come to assist you. The Qing sect finally has a successor, and I can leave in peace. If fate allows, we will meet again in the future"

He detected a scent in the air, though he could not precisely describe it. It was an instinctive feeling; the air was permeated with a smell of death. It could not be classified as foul or fishy, yet he sensed it.