You can imagine such a scene.

At midnight, it was pitch black. In the empty room, you could only see the surroundings with the faint starlight. At this moment, there were some flashing and fluorescent things in the room.

These guys are strange in shape. Although they are still human-shaped, they lack arms and legs. Some of their intestines are even hung outside, stretching their lengths and dragging them to the floor far away.

When you open your eyes, you find that you are surrounded by these guys tightly in the middle, staring at you with wide eyes. What would you do?

I think anyone will react the same as me, screaming like a woman. At this time, there is no bullshit manliness in my heart. It is already great to be able to ensure that I am not in a state of mind immediately.

Amid the screams, a word naturally popped up in my mind - ghost.

To be honest, I've seen ghosts.

I don't know what's going on, but I'm not very strong, but I'm not weak. Everything looks normal, just like most ordinary people. But since I was a child, I've always seen these things.

The number of times is not very frequent, but what you see is very real every time.

But unlike this time, the ghosts I saw before appeared in shadow form. For example, when I was a child, I lived in a bungalow and saw black shadows walking around the back window. When I was a little older, I came home late because I was having fun, and I saw shadows moving around the cemetery. There were shadows standing next to the clothesline in the yard, and so on...

At that time, I didn't know what these things were, and I never took them to heart. After all, I had no communication with "them". It was like walking in the crowd and occasionally looking at a stranger, and I forgot it in a blink of an eye. It was not until I talked to my elders when I was chatting with my elders that it proved that what I saw at that time was not false.

So in theory, if you see too many ghosts, you will naturally get used to it. But this time it’s different. What you see this time is so bloody and real.

It’s like I used to watch two-dimensional cartoons with only colors left and lines left, or silent films without sound. But now I watch them, 4D surround videos that are immersive. After a sudden appearance, even the King of Hell would have to tremble twice to show respect.

Well, I don’t know what will happen to Lord Hell. The reality is that I have been trembling for a long time.

As I screamed loudly, the things seemed to be shocked and left far away.

Their actions scared me very much. I felt like I was soaked in cold sweat. It was the kind of cold sweat that came out in an instant, and my whole body was wet and stuck to my pajamas, which was extremely uncomfortable.

There are often such manifestations in movies. When people are suddenly frightened, they will faint. But my damn feeling that my head is about to be frightened, but I am extremely awake and have no sign of fainting.

In this way, we both stared at each other for a moment.

It seemed that I was slowly calming down. A middle-aged ghost who looked a little more comprehensive and didn't look too creepy came over.

"What are you going to do?"

My heart tightened and I immediately shouted when I saw the other party’s actions.

"Uh, little brother, don't get me wrong."

The middle-aged ghost paused and shouted with his broken arm.

"Forehead?"

When I heard the other person talking, I was stunned. Although I was yelling at the other person, I had never subconsciously thought that these things could communicate with me.

"Little brother, we really have no malice. Besides, we don't dare to borrow our ten courages from you." The middle-aged ghost said with a bitter face.

The other surrounding ghosts also nodded frequently.

I don’t know if it’s because of time, or if I find these things to communicate, when I look at them again, I’m no longer as frightened as before, and my mentality gradually begins to calm down.

"Fate? What kind of fate, why did you come from?"

I asked with a frown, not knowing what the middle-aged ghost meant.

"What? That, aren't you a new clerk at this midnight agency?"

When he heard my inquiry, the middle-aged ghost was stunned and confused.

"What midnight agent? You guys are looking for the wrong one. This is Qi Tianchuan's private agent. I am indeed the new clerk here, but what I told you is not a store."

"Oh, that's right." The middle-aged ghost breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the midnight agency. Mr. Qi is the owner of this store. Didn't he tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

I suddenly felt like I was being deceived.

Damn, no wonder I always feel that the little white-faced person is weird. I just said, "There is no pie in the sky. I can catch such an easy job. It turns out that there are ghosts here. Yes, it's really a ghost."

I felt a little whispered in my heart, but I saw the middle-aged ghost continue, "Midnight intermediary specializes in human-ghost transactions. You humans have many things that cannot be done, but it is easy for us. Similarly, some of the difficult things that our ghosts encounter can be easily solved by strangers. So Mr. Qi opened this store to help us build a connection with others and get what we need."

"The agency only opens a store for two days a month. On the first day of the day, picks up people and welcomes ghosts in the fifteenth day of the day. The time for humans to open a store is from Si to You, and the time for Yinhun to open a store is from Zi to Mao. Today is the opening time of the ghost store, at the fifteenth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar."

After listening to the introduction of the middle-aged ghost, I realized the real business of this agency.

"Hey, let Qi Tianchuan's little face betray him."

I cursed more than 10,000 novice in my heart. I sighed helplessly and whispered, "Well, to be honest, I really don't know that I am here to do this. I have no experience. I am really sorry to you. Otherwise, you will go back first. How about it? I quit my job at dawn. If you have any trouble, you can settle the score with Qi Tianchuan in the future."

Looking at the ghosts in front of him hopefully.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, the ghosts immediately showed a bitter look.

"Don't, little brother, that, sir, you can't ignore us."

"Yes, yes, it's not easy for us to go out. If we don't register this time, I don't know when we will come and register again."

"Yes, yes, sir, you should pity us. It's not easy for us to be ghosts..."

The ghosts were yelling at each other, making me seem to have done something that was so angry that people were resentful.

"stop--"

I waved my hands with a big head. After the ghosts calmed down, I spoke, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm just an ordinary person and can't help you. That guy Qi Tianchuan didn't teach me anything, and I don't know what to do."

"Sir, sir, it's very simple. You don't need to learn. As long as you are willing to help us."

The middle-aged ghost seemed to hear something and immediately said loudly.

"Oh? How to help?"

I looked at him in confusion.

Judging from the situation in front of me, if I don’t help, they will never leave. So I just listen to what they say. If what I want to do is not difficult, I have to bite the bullet and try it.

"That's right, sir, there are two notes in the drawer of the desk, one black and one white. If you find the white one, just write down our requests. We will leave a contact mark on it ourselves. When Mr. Qi comes back and find the corresponding trader, you can contact us." The middle-aged ghost said.

It seems that he seems to be very prestigious among these ghosts. Every time he speaks, other ghosts will stand quietly aside.

"It's that simple?"

I glanced at the middle-aged ghost and replied.

"Yes, yes. We are just some ordinary traitors who do not have the ability to move human objects. Moreover, the notes were also spelled by Mr. Qi. Only those whom he chose can fill in them. As long as you help us record the requirements, even if you help a lot, of course, if you don't resign, this is your future job..."

"Besides talking about resignation, let's help you record your request first."

I interrupted the middle-aged ghost and spoke. Now I just want to record it for them as soon as possible so that all these guys can be sent away. After all, being surrounded by a group of ghosts, even if they really won't hurt you, I feel uncomfortable.

Following the guidance of the middle-aged ghost, I soon found a notebook with a white cover in the second drawer of the desk. It was dull and there was no pattern on it, and it was impossible to see that it had been spelled. Of course, if there was no place, I, an ordinary person, could not understand it.

I opened the notes and found that there were indeed many strange requirements. Generally speaking, it can be roughly divided into several categories: moving graves, looking for corpses, recognizing ancestors, erecting tombstones, etc., and even more, I had to recognize my godson and a girl, which made me feel overwhelmed.

"I've been a ghost, and I still have to accept my godson?"

I muttered to myself, I shook my head, and without looking closely, I turned to the blank page, and then said to the ghosts, "Let's start, who will come first?"

"I'll do it first."

It was still the middle-aged ghost who spoke first, "My son is Wang Xuetong, and he is a deputy secretary of a province in Jiangbei. He will encounter an accident in half a year. Although he has no worries about his life, he has no chance of career since then, so I want to find someone to remind him and be careful."

"kindness."

Listening to the middle-aged ghost's words, I immediately started writing and recording these.

It turned out to be the deputy secretary of a certain province. He is not a little bit old, no wonder. He thought about it in his mind, but his writing has not stopped. After finishing writing, I took a look at the record for the middle-aged ghost.

"That's right."

The middle-aged ghost nodded, with a complex expression of relief but faint concern on his face. Then he opened his mouth and bit his unbreakable finger.

I didn't see any changes in his fingers, and it was even more impossible to bleed. But after he bit, he pressed his finger on the font I just recorded. In an instant, the notebook lit up, and it seemed that a cool air came out, and after a moment, he returned to calm again.

"Is this over?"

Seeing that the middle-aged ghost had done these things and no longer moved, I looked up and asked.

"Haha, ghosts are different from humans. I have left my unique soul breath on it, just like a human fingerprint or phone number. When I find a suitable candidate, Mr. Qi will contact me."

The middle-aged ghost smiled and said. It seemed that his condition had also relaxed a lot after the incident.

"oh."
Chapter completed!