"Haha, that's a coincidence. Money is not a problem. I just want to try this rumored yellow rice, and it will be done if you go."

Shang Biao threw the ingot in his hand to Wang Po, looking like a rich man.

"Mr. Xie, don't worry, I'll get the yellow rice for you to keep. Please come here."

Wang Po led the way, and Shang Biao followed behind her.

After many twists and turns, I arrived at the gate of a remote courtyard with red lanterns.

The door knocker was buckled, and a maid-like psychic with a dull expression opened the yard door.

"Go and take the distinguished guest to Chunmei and tell her to entertain her with great pleasure."

Wang Po said something to the media, then turned to explain to Shang Biao, saying that he would go to Yinyang Inn to help pack the yellow rice, and asked him to follow the media to go to the room for a while.

Shang Biao waved her hand and asked her to leave, and followed the media into the yard.

The place where this ghost in the underworld lives is not as beautiful as the living room, and Shang Biao doesn't care about the details.

He had a premonition that Old Man Li would never be caught so easily.

Maybe he can make a small profit with a bowl of yellow rice, and it is not just Wang Po who can be a middleman.

Following the medium into a virgin's boudoir, the medium then closed the door and left, leaving only Shang Biao himself.

The decoration in the room is very simple, with a few pots of stone carvings, a bed, and a set of tables, chairs and benches. The bedding on the bed is neatly stacked, with tea tables in the center, and a wine pot and a few elegant small cups on the tea table.

Shang Biao sat on the round stool, played with the wine glass, and waited for the person to come.

He had guessed some tricks about this place. There are many evil ghosts in the city with huge tragedy. If there is demand, there will be a market.

Under the restrictions of the law in the underworld, although it is impossible to open a brothel, secret prostitution cannot be restricted.

The red lantern at the door is a custom in the world. If there are no guests in the room, lanterns will be hung, and if there are guests, they will be taken off.

Not long after Shang Biao sat down, footsteps sounded outside the door.

The wooden door that was closed in the boudoir was pushed open with a creaking sound, and the main person appeared.

Shang Biao turned around and saw a beautiful female ghost with beautiful eyes, a slender waist, and a mature charm.

"Young Master Wanfu, I have met you, Chunmei, a young master."

"Chunmei? Wang Po? Your name makes me a little familiar with it, it seems~"

"It turns out that the young master has also read the biography of my family, but my master should not be misled by the poor scholar and have any bad impression of my family!"

Chunmei showed an awkward smile and defended herself.

"I'm just a little curious. You haven't reincarnated yet. These hundreds of years have passed. Your life span is not that long, right?"

Shang Biao asked curiously, no wonder Wang Po dared to boast about it. If it were the one recorded in the book, she had lived in this city of vain for hundreds of years.

"Do you have to mention my sadness? Why don't you drink a glass of wine on the other side and let me serve you well, which will be considered as our relationship between Yin and Yang."

Chunmei walked across from Shang Biao and picked up the wine pot to fill his glass.

Shang Biao held the wine glass and stared at Chunmei with interest and continued, "I am more interested in the reason why you were not reincarnated than you. Tell me that this ingot is yours."

The bitch is ruthless and the actor is unrighteous. Shang Biao really doesn't believe that no other ghost has ever asked about these things. What kind of sad things are just a miserable thing.

"I didn't want to mention this sad past, but the young master was trying hard to tell me. Then I'll make a long story short. I'm afraid I'll be disappointed after hearing it.

All of us were not at the end of our lives, so we gathered in this city of vain.

Wu Da made a grudge with Sister Xiaolian and asked the judge of Yin Chai to file a complaint every day.

After the great official came down, he was punished to the 18th level of hell to suffer. Sister Xiaolian was the creditor of Wu Da’s previous life. He claimed his life to repay the debt, and according to the Yin law, he would not be investigated.

Although Wuhan University was not convinced of this judgment, it was helpless and just refused to reincarnate.

Until decades later, Wu Ershou was eighty years old and was named a god after his death, but he didn't know how to get along with King Biancheng.

Sister Xiaolian, Wang Po, was reincarnated, but he found it again and threw it into this city of vain and died, saying that he wanted to fulfill his brother's wish and cut off the past.

King Biancheng turned a blind eye and never arranged for the reincarnation of Sister Xiaolian and Wang Po. The slave family simply did not want to suffer in the world, and he also received the favors of Sister Xiaolian during his lifetime, so he voluntarily stayed with her.

I don’t know if I explain this, the young master is still satisfied.”

Chunmei's explanation is reasonable. Although there are some hidden things, Shang Biao smiled and didn't ask more.

"Since the young master has nothing to ask, why not have fun with my family as soon as possible and go to Wushan together, and temporarily forget the loneliness of this vain city."

When the ghost is moved, it is like a person who is in love. Although the facts are not seen, it is still happy. It is much better than the short pleasure when you have a body. It is probably why Chunmei is unwilling to be reincarnated.

Shang Biao naturally couldn't agree, so he put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "You won't lose money. I just want yellow rice. When will Wang Po come back?"

Chunmei was so beautiful that she was about to cry, and she looked at Shang Biao with grievance: "Young Master dislikes me. We who are ghosts can be happy for a while, and if you want to find a chaste and strong woman in this underworld, you will probably have to endure it for a long time."

"What are you talking about? So what if I just dislike you? When will Wang Po come back, let her come to me immediately with Huangliang Rice."

Shang Biao acted very rudely and tried to get Chunmei away. If she was entangled with her for a while, she might find something wrong.

"Okay, okay, I look down on me, then I will make you have no chance to see me in the future."

The vicious words were spoken from the mouth, and the original pretty woman turned into a swollen ghost with green eyes and purple face.

Shang Biao was shocked when he felt the yin energy emitted by Chunmei, and knew that he had made a mistake. After all, he underestimated this lust. Although she was a little unemployed, she was still an old ghost who had lived here for hundreds of years.

"Haha, just kidding, Sister Chunmei won't attack me at her own home, right? Although you have a good relationship with the ghost messenger, they won't violate the yin rules for you."

Shang Biao smiled and stood up, picked up the wine pot, and added a cup to the cup with his back to Chunmei. A drop of clear soup quietly dripped into the wine glass from the movie ticket.

"Hmph, it's a bargain for you to lose your soul!"

Chunmei watched Shang Biao surrender coldly, restrained her momentum and covered her body.

"Come on, this cup is considered a pity for me. The book says that Sister Chunmei is good at room art, which makes the tried and tested official Ximen unable to stop.

I have been fascinated by it for a long time, and I finally got what I wish today, so how could I dislike it?"

Shang Biao spoke sincerely and delivered the wine glass to Chunmei.
Chapter completed!