Giving makeup to the dead is called "dressing the body" in funeral homes, and "opening the face" among the common people.

The former involves professional training. Although some old rules are still followed, it has become a profession.

The latter, however, is a tradition in the funeral industry, with a variety of techniques. It's not professional, but it's very effective.

Old people don't ask questions like that!

While saying, "Wait a minute, let me ask," I gave Wang Xiaohuan a look.

The latter understood and said, "I'll take the job for three thousand, one thousand is too little."

The property manager said, "Wait a moment, I'll go discuss it with them!"

Not long after the property manager hung up, he called me again, "I talked to them, and they only have a lonely old lady left. They don't have much money at home. You're charging too much. She asked if you could make it cheaper?"

I directly rejected it, "That won't work. Don't you see what kind of work you're asking us to do?"

"For this kind of thing, if there's not enough money, will you do it?"

"One price, take it or leave it."

The property manager was unhappy, "You young man, you're not being kind enough. Young people can make money anywhere, why do you have to squeeze money out of a lonely old lady? Do you have the heart?"

I laughed, "Manager, what you're saying is not right. Am I someone who specializes in handling funerals? No, right!"

"Once a coffin bearer carries the coffin, their luck will be suppressed for at least three years. You've heard that, haven't you?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you helped me find a house yesterday, I wouldn't take it even if you gave me forty thousand."

The property manager's voice already had a bit of gnashing teeth, "Okay, however much the old lady gives you, you take it. I'll make up the difference."

"That's fine!" I laughed, "I'll come find you later, let's sign an agreement."

"Let's make it clear beforehand, without a written guarantee, I won't go."

The property manager's voice deepened, "Come to the property office to find me now!"

"Wait for me to finish eating. Have you heard of lifting dead people on an empty stomach?" I hung up the phone before the property manager could speak.

Wang Xiaohuan said, "Or, should we go over now?"

I waved my hand, "Go over for what? Let's talk after breakfast. Can't we enter the property during the day?"

"I estimate that someone will have to come and lead us into the property later."

When I was about eighty percent full, Lao Wu, the property security guard, indeed came. As soon as he entered, he said, "Is there a chef here? There's an old couple who need someone to take care of them during the day."

"Cook two meals, lunch and dinner, and clean up. One hundred a day, meals included. Will you go?"

Seeing that he was looking at Butcher Wang, I quickly transmitted my voice, "Shijie (Senior martial sister), you go. But don't ask for one hundred, lower the price a bit."

Butcher Wang said, "I'll go! Now it doesn't count as a full day, eighty is fine."

Lao Wu nodded with a smile, "Okay, come with me later. And, that teacher."

Lao Wu looked at Xia Mengying, "We used to have a kindergarten in our community. Later, because there were too few children, it couldn't continue. Now there are only three coming to school. If you don't mind the low salary, can you take care of them for a few days first?"

"This..." Xia Mengying hesitated, and Lao Wu said, "Although there are only three children, the parents said they will try their best to make you satisfied with the salary."

Xia Mengying said, "I can take care of these children for free. But, I have one request, that is, we can't have class in the original kindergarten. If possible, let the children come to my house!"

Lao Wu was stunned, "There's a ready-made classroom over there, why don't you go?"

Xia Mengying looked directly at Lao Wu, "I've heard the legends of this community, I don't dare to go there."

Lao Wu couldn't help but curse, "Who's spreading these rumors?"

"Okay, if you don't want to go, then don't go. I'll bring the children over to you in a while."

"Have you finished eating? If you're done, hurry up and go! The manager is still waiting for you two at the property!" Lao Wu's attitude wasn't very good when he spoke to me again.

I looked up at him, "Are you blind? I'm holding a youtiao (fried dough stick) in my hand, am I not going to eat it, or am I going to use it to scratch an itch?"

"Either you wait outside for a while, or you can go back first, and I'll go to the property myself later."

"What's the rush?"

"Is the dead person over there rushing to be reborn?"

Lao Wu slammed the door shut in anger, but a sneer appeared on the corner of my mouth, "Shijie (Senior martial sister), Xia Xia, you two fight your own battles, be careful."

"Huanzi, in a while, find a way to send a message to Ye Yang, tell him to find a coffin."

Wang Xiaohuan looked at me and pointed outside, her meaning was: You're not even using sound transmission when you speak, aren't you afraid that the people outside will hear?

Shanglin Community has long become an open confrontation.

I know there are ghosts and gods in the community.

They also know that I am a Shushi (Taoist adept).

Everyone knows the other's foundation, so there's no need to hide it anymore.

What we all need is an opportunity.

An opportunity to accurately put the other party to death.