The boss sized up Yu Daochen and shook his head. "Kid, it's not that I look down on you, but with your skinny arms and legs, I feel like I could take you down, let alone those desperate criminals."
Seeing the boss's disbelief, Yu Daochen became anxious. "Old brother, you can't judge a book by its cover, nor can you measure the sea with a dipper. Truly, I'm not bragging, let me tell you."
"Alright, alright, kid, you should finish your meal and head back early," the boss said perfunctorily.
Yu Daochen saw the boss brushing him off and didn't explain further. After finishing his meal and paying, he headed towards the old street in Ghost Alley.
At eight-thirty in the evening, Yu Daochen arrived at Yangzhou's old street. Perhaps due to the announcement of the escaped prisoner by Biaotao, there were hardly any people on the old street.
"Young man, would you like a Jianbing Guozi?" As Yu Daochen walked, a voice suddenly came from the side.
Yu Daochen turned his head and saw it was the same old man who had ripped him off seven yuan last time. Why was he still selling Jianbing Guozi?
"Grandpa, haven't you received the government's notice? Why are you still out selling Jianbing Guozi?" Yu Daochen approached the street stall.
The old man took a closer look at Yu Daochen. "Aren't you the young man who was here last time? Why aren't you dead yet?"
Yu Daochen was speechless. Why did this old rascal like to curse people to death when he had nothing to do?
"Grandpa, why would I be in a hurry to die at my young age?" Yu Daochen chuckled dryly.
"Grandpa, the government has issued a notice. Why aren't you hiding at home but instead came out here to sell Jianbing Guozi?" Yu Daochen said, preparing to persuade the old man to go back.
The old man waved his hand dismissively. "Jiangdu is so big, how could the prisoner possibly escape and come here?"
Yu Daochen chuckled inwardly. Coincidentally, while ghosts might not escape elsewhere, a ghost would indeed escape here.
Yu Daochen continued to persuade him. "Grandpa, listen to my advice, pack up your stall and go back early. The prisoner might really escape here later."
The old man stretched out his arms and gestured. "It's not that I'm bragging, but if those criminals come, I can take them down one by one with a single punch, making them cry for their mothers."
Yu Daochen looked at the old man. It wasn't that he looked down on him, but seeing that the old man struggled even to walk, let alone fight criminals. Besides, were those who escaped even human?
Yu Daochen said impatiently, "Grandpa, don't overexert yourself with your health. Hurry up and pack your stall and go back."
Seeing Yu Daochen's insistence on him going back, the old man sighed heavily, a look of helplessness on his face. "Young man, you don't know, my old wife..."
The old man stopped short of finishing his sentence. Yu Daochen understood what he meant. Could it be that his old wife was seriously ill?
Yu Daochen took out three red bills from his pocket and placed them on the table. "Grandpa, please take this money. Pack up your stall and go back quickly today."
The old man's eyes lit up at the sight of the money, and his face broke into a smile. "Young man, I'll listen to you. I'll pack up my stall and go back now."
Yu Daochen suddenly remembered something. "Wait, this old man seems to be a homeowner from a demolished property. How could he be short of money? Grandpa, what's wrong with your old wife?"
The old man shook his head helplessly. "My old wife likes to get her hair done. It costs several hundred silver dollars each time. Who can afford that?"
Yu Daochen:
Damn, this old rascal is truly wicked.
The older the ginger, the spicier it is. It seems I'm still too young.
Alright, alright, take the money and pack up your stall and go back. Yu Daochen had no desire to deal with this old rascal anymore.
Hee hee hee hee!
Suddenly, a little girl's voice echoed from the depths of the old street.
Yu Daochen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl smiling at him. Her mouth was upturned to an impossible degree for a normal person, her face was deathly pale, and she was dressed all in white.
Seeing Yu Daochen looking into the depths of the old street, the old man became nervous. "Young man, what are you looking at? Why are you suddenly so tense?"
As the saying goes, it's not the ghost that calls out to you that you should fear, but the ghost that smiles at you.
The little girl slowly disappeared into the old street. Yu Daochen let out a soft snort. "Grandpa, hurry back."
As soon as Yu Daochen finished speaking, he chased into the old street.
Seeing Yu Daochen rush into the old street, the old man shook his head helplessly. "Young people nowadays are too impulsive."
A gust of wind blew, and three figures appeared beside the stall.
"Boss, here's an old man. We can have a feast," one of the figures said.
"After being locked up in the Supernatural Bureau for so long, we can finally have a feast," the person in the middle said, slowly drifting towards the old man.
The old man shook his head and sighed. "Young man, you still don't believe me. I can take these down one by one with a punch."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, he moved like a phantom to the front of the three figures.
"He's no ordinary person!" Before one of the figures could finish, the old man had already grabbed the figure by the throat.
With a slight exertion of force, the ghost was scattered into dust.
The old man looked at the remaining two ghosts and grinned. "Including you three, that makes twenty today."
Ahhh~
Ahhh~
After two screams, the three little ghosts had turned into black mist and dissipated into the air.