"Right! You're just my lackey!!"
I covered my head with the blanket again.
"Ah!! It's an insult to my dignity! I protest! I protest..."
Amid the noisy protests of the white-clothed male ghost, I finally fell asleep as I wished.
I slept soundly through this nap and before I knew it, it was already afternoon.
I turned over and heard a knock on the door beside me.
I got up groggily and opened the door. It turned out to be Wu Mingyu standing outside with a swollen face.
"Bang!"
I slammed the door shut.
"Open the door, open the door!!" Wu Mingyu slapped the door angrily outside. "I need to talk to you!"
"Is this how you ask for help?"
Yawning, I grabbed my toothbrush and facial cleanser and opened the door. The compound was a nice place in many ways, but the plumbing was inconvenient. Even the toilet was a public one in the yard!
Wu Mingyu followed me. Although she still looked resentful, the two swollen lumps on her face that were about to burst the skin made her look rather comical.
"You said my grandma gave you a helmet as collateral?"
Seeing that I ignored her, Wu Mingyu had to continue on her own. "I'll give you the money. You give me the helmet."
"Um!" I nodded.
Anyway, I originally planned to throw that helmet away. Later, because that scheming man Si Jiangchen had frozen the card of the little ghost Si Tong, I had to reconsider the helmet.
I checked the value of the helmet before I went to sleep.
Sure enough, rich people!
That AGV helmet was an Italian brand. Its original price was already outrageously high, and Wei Yuan's one was a custom-painted one. A single helmet cost more than half a million?!
Such an astronomical price really made a low-class person like me who had never seen much of the world gasp in amazement.
However, even though it was a top-grade protective gear with an astronomical price and impeccable quality, it still couldn't stop those reckless street racers!
I had a fleeting thought of selling this helmet. Even though the paint on the side had worn off, it was originally a hand-painted item. As long as it was polished and repainted, it would be a perfect luxury brand again.
Now, since Wu Mingyu wanted to take the helmet away, I had no objection.
"Go get it yourself!" I pointed into the room.
When I returned to the room after washing up, Wu Mingyu had already grabbed the helmet and disappeared without a trace.
"This woman is really money-crazy. She just checked the price of that helmet. I'm afraid she's going to pawn it!"
The restriction on the white-clothed male ghost had already been lifted by me. Now he was floating in mid-air, shaking his head and sighing.
"It was brought back by her grandma. Let her do whatever she wants with it."
I shrugged as I packed my backpack.
"Xiao He, where are you going?"
The white-clothed male ghost's attention was caught by my actions. "Are you going to see Du Wenzhong? Take me with you!!"
I had already slung my backpack over my shoulder and was holding a big plastic bag filled with toilet paper and facial wipes for the ICU nurses.
Du Wenzhong was a clean guy. Even in a deep coma, he didn't want to be dirty.
"You can't go!"
I refused firmly. "Your range of activity is only this room and the yard. I've set up a formation here so the ghost messengers won't find you. If you dare to take even half a step outside, you'll definitely be caught by Ox-Head and Horse-Face!"
"..."
The white-clothed male ghost was silent for a while, then asked pitifully, "So I'm going to be trapped in this small place forever? What's the fun in being a ghost then?!"
"Isn't your fun just pretending to be the White Impermanence to scare people?!"
Thinking of the way those old men and women were completely intimidated, I couldn't help but find it funny. Watching him floating around the shop with a mournful look on his face, I locked the door and left without a second thought.
In the best brain hospital in Beijing.
I stood in front of the clean glass window and watched Du Wenzhong, who was lying unconscious on the ICU bed, for a while.
The amount of bleeding in his brain was so large that he could hardly breathe on his own.
The daily cost of over ten thousand yuan was putting a huge pressure on me...
The most urgent thing now was to repair my compass so that I could safely send the soul of the little ghost Si Tong back to her body.
The money problem would surely be solved!
However, my family's compass was special and had to be repaired by a special person!
And in the whole of Beijing, only Master Lu in the Ghost Market had the ability to do it!!
He had a stall in the Big Willow Ghost Market in Beijing. He set up his stall at midnight every Friday, specializing in repairing feng shui items and charging exorbitantly.
However, people flocked to him.
Once, a Dinglan ruler in my family broke. I asked my grandpa to find someone to repair it, and he found this Master Lu. It took half a month of queuing to get it repaired...
After leaving the hospital, I took the subway to the Big Willow Market.
As soon as I got out of the subway station, the air was immediately filled with the aroma of all kinds of delicious food.
I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday and was already starving. I immediately ran to a stall selling grilled squid and bought two skewers.
I walked into the market while eating. Anyway, it was still early for Master Lu to set up his stall. I planned to take a stroll around.
Just as I turned the corner of the snack street, I saw a domineering black Bentley parked in the parking lot.
My heart tightened immediately.
It can't be such a coincidence!
Si Jiangchen from Fir Capital?!
I had seen his car only this morning. It was a globally limited model. It was unlikely that there would be another one like it!
But why would Si Jiangchen come to a flea market like this?!
In my mind, all I could picture was him wearing a tailored suit, attracting attention at a high-end cocktail party or sitting upright at a business meeting.
...
I thought for a while and carefully considered that I shouldn't have revealed any flaws.
Maybe this Mr. Si was just in the mood to come here and experience the fun of finding a bargain?
The Big Willow Ghost Market was one of the earliest legendary places in Beijing.
It was said that since the Ming and Qing dynasties, down-and-out noble playboys would take out their precious family items to sell. Afraid of losing face if they were seen in the daytime, they would come out at night to exchange them for money.
Since many people had found great bargains here, the Ghost Market had become increasingly prosperous. Later, during the turbulent times, many palace servants and eunuchs colluded to steal precious treasures from the palace and came to the Ghost Market to sell them under the cover of darkness.
Over time, there were more and more legends about finding treasures in the Big Willow Ghost Market.
Someone bought a red bottle for ten yuan. When an expert took a look at it later, it was found to be a famous Langyao red; someone else exchanged half a bag of rice for an ancient painting of grass insects, which turned out to be a genuine work by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty...
With more such legends, more people came here looking for bargains. And the sellers also began to mix fakes in with the real ones to deceive customers.
I never bought anything in a place like this.
I had always had bad luck. I always lost when I gambled. In a place where the deal was final once you made a purchase, I would only be the one being taken advantage of!
There were no lights in the square of the Ghost Market. In the pitch-black open space, the stall owners brought their own lighting equipment. The small rechargeable lamp stands were flickering, really looking like the eyes of countless ghosts, peering at the passing tourists.
Looking at this pitch-black market, I hesitated for a moment but still squeezed in with the crowd.
It was such a big place, so dark and there were so many people!
I couldn't be that unlucky to just bump into Si Jiangchen, could I?