"Although Wuming City is just an unknown small city, there is a passage connecting Yin and Yang here. Every seven days, a cart that can cross Yin and Yang will appear in the middle of the hour. It used to be a carriage, but now it has responded to the call of the times. The carriage has been changed to a bus." Mr. Zhang sat under the bus license plate. "Some people with weaker horoscopes can see this car at some point, and even accidentally ride it, so the story of the last bus is circulating in some cities."

On the deserted street, Chen Chang'an put a coat on Mr. Zhang, took out a bottle of mosquito repellent water and sprayed it around. It was already autumn. Why are mosquitoes so powerful?

"What are you doing?" Mr. Zhang sniffed the pungent smell of mosquito repellent water, "When you get off the bus, don't get in. If someone waves to you, don't respond."

"What happens if you respond?"

"If you respond, you have to burn paper money for him, otherwise he will come to you in his dream. This is the method of striking the cart in the ghost circle. The methods he uses do not violate the regulations. There is no other solution for those who are caught except burning paper money for him." Uncle Zhang glanced at Chen Chang'an, "But you don't have to worry about such things. Ghosts who dare to touch the cart are all very good-minded and will not provoke people like you."

Chen Chang'an raised his eyebrows. Why do people like him respect the elderly and love the young?

"Five minutes left." Mr. Zhang looked at the watch, wondering what brand this watch was. It emitted a bright light under the light, as if it was covered with diamonds.

"Do you like it?" Noting Chen Chang'an's eyes, Mr. Zhang sorted out the coat Chen Chang'an put on him, looking like a master. "The one given to me by a businessman a few months ago is worth a million yuan, and there are still many at home. I'll take a few pieces for you to wear to play with."

Mr. Zhang’s bragging hobby has developed from a thousand-year-old medicinal material to a diamond watch?

"Why are you so embarrassed to take such expensive watch? I'll just look at it for a few more times." Chen Changan reached out to press the coat rolled up behind Mr. Zhang, and sprayed it on Mr. Zhang's ankle with mosquito repellent water.

"The ghost hearse is coming, so you have no idea?" Uncle Zhang suddenly lost most of his sense of accomplishment when he saw Chen Changan not taking it seriously.

"What, what's wrong?" Chen Changan shook the mosquito repellent bottle, "What the hell, can't you stop coming just because we sprayed mosquito repellent water, right?"

Mr. Zhang: “…”

Time passed by minute by minute, and when there were only thirty seconds left, Mr. Zhang looked at the night fog rising at the end of the road with a serious expression: "No matter what you see later, don't be afraid. I dare to take you to see these, and you can bring you all your musts and tails back."

Chen Changan never believed in the sayings of ghosts and gods, but Mr. Zhang's expression was so serious that he was a little suspicious. Is there really something in the world that he can't see?

Looking at the thick fog at the end of the road, Chen Chang'an became serious unconsciously.

Ten seconds passed.

Thirty seconds passed.

Until a minute passed, there was nothing at the end of the road.

The whole street was silent, and a mouse quickly ran into the sewer from across the street, making a squeaking sound.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Chen Changan began to think about how to help Mr. Zhang save face so that he would not be too embarrassed: "Maybe the car broke down and it needs to be repaired, so it's too late?"

Uncle Zhang looked at Chen Chang'an, then looked at the end of the road, and said calmly without saying a word.

The ghost hearing can never be late. He has been in Wuming City for more than a year. Sometimes when he catches evil ghosts and is too lazy to be able to save them, he will come to this evil ghost and throw them into the ghost hearing, and let the Yin and Netherworld deal with it by themselves.

In the past year, the ghost hearse has never been late and left early, so why did something go wrong tonight?

"I'll take you to other places." Uncle Zhang had a stern face, and he didn't believe it. All the ghosts disappeared tonight.

"Or why we'll come back tomorrow night, so late..." Chen Changan pushed the two-person bicycle parked next to him, " Staying up late is not good for your health."

"I will be in poor health and angry if I don't let you see the ghost tonight." Uncle Zhang got on the bicycle, patted Shen Chang'an's back, and "Go."

OK.

Chen Changan felt that he was very energetic today, as if there was no problem running dozens of kilometers on foot. He carried Mr. Zhang and stepped on his bicycle very fast. Those who didn't know thought he was riding an electric bike.

"Follow the navigation." Although this was the bicycle that the two of them were stepping on, Uncle Zhang sat behind, his feet still moving, and his phone made a mechanical voiceover, without any emotion.

"Uncle Zhang, I think hearing this sound on the empty road in the middle of the night is even more terrifying than seeing a ghost." Chen Changan whispered and stepped on his bicycle, "Can we change the navigation system?"

"Just pronounce it clearly, what kind of feelings do you want?" Mr. Zhang patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Walking through a dilapidated street, low buildings and garbage can be seen everywhere, and stench comes out of the roadside trash can from time to time. Several wild cats noticed someone passing by and screamed vigilantly.

"Uncle Zhang, are you taking me to see the ghost, or coming to climb over the garbage mountain?" He parked his car outside an abandoned construction site. Chen Chang'an saw the ground full of gravel, and naturally supported Uncle Zhang's arm.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Zhang looked at the hand holding his hand and said awkwardly, "Go along well, I don't need to help."

"I'm not helping you, I'm afraid. If something really comes out, you're always by my side and can still protect me, right?" In Shen Chang'an's opinion, the old man is like a child, sometimes he needs to be coaxed and held.

Uncle Zhang's lips moved, and he watched as he held his arm firmly, but he didn't push it away.

The lights on the abandoned construction site are a little dim, and you can still see some blurry shadows. They are temporary shacks, because they have not lived in for too long, and they are broken, collapsed, and are covered in darkness.

The night cat, which came from somewhere, suddenly screamed, and a few more mice started to squeak.

Chen Changan turned on the flashlight function that was included in his phone and illuminated the road ahead. The grass was growing and the land was deserted. Even if there were no ghosts, it would be quite intriguing.

Just as he was thinking about this, he saw Uncle Zhang take out a few yellow talismans from his arms and throw them in the air. The yellow talismans suddenly ignited.

Chen Changan heard Mr. Zhang muttering something, but... he didn't understand a single word.

After the spell, the wind blew, as if countless things were about to crawl out of the darkness. The coat was blown by the wind, and Chen Changan shrank his neck and watched the yellow talisman slowly turning into ashes in the air, holding his breath.

"out!"

With Mr. Zhang's roar, the sound of insects around him quieted down.

Chen Changan opened his eyes wide and looked at the dark corners around him. In these dark places, something would be hidden from him.

Time seemed to stagnate at this moment. Chen Chang'an saw the wind gradually weakening, and a frog croaked and jumped over his instep.

"Quagua."

The frog jumped in place, as if mocking them two boring humans.

After Feng stopped completely, Chen Changan turned his head and looked around, feeling embarrassed to ask Uncle Zhang where the ghost was. Uncle Zhang took out a spell from his arms in disbelief, but this time he didn't even have Feng.

All that can be found is endless embarrassment.

The air was filled with the smell of burning talisman paper. Chen Chang'an looked up at the night sky, where there were stars flashing, which was quite beautiful.

"Forget it." Uncle Zhang used up the last piece of talisman paper, and he looked at Chen Chang'an from a few steps away, as if he was looking at a rare and strange creature.

"Uncle Zhang..."

"Don't call me Uncle Zhang. From now on, I won't be Zhang's surname, my surname is Wang." Uncle Zhang looked vicissitudes and looked into the distance, as if he had seen through everything, "How could I have the right to be Zhang's surname."

"Don't be too sad, maybe the ghosts are on holiday today or have something else to do, so there is no time to see us." Chen Chang'an supported Mr. Zhang, "We will go back to bed tonight, and I will accompany you to find ghosts in the future."

Mr. Zhang: “…”

He rode his bicycle through the old alley and passed by the bus stop that Mr. Zhang thought there was a "ghost hearse". Chen Chang'an stepped on the bicycle a little faster, and he was afraid that Mr. Zhang would remember the embarrassing thing just now.

After riding for hundreds of meters, a black car drove over opposite him. There was no bicycle lane on this lane, so he could only avoid it.

But when the car passed by him, it suddenly stopped.

Chen Changan looked at the car curiously, and the car's window lowered, revealing a familiar and handsome face.

"Mr. Dao Nian?" Chen Changan was a little surprised, "It's so late, why are you here?"

Daonian glanced at Mr. Zhang behind him and said to Chen Chang'an: "Work."

It’s not easy for anyone to work until so late when his legs are inconvenient. Chen Changan saw Dao Nian raising his eyebrows, and guessed that he wanted to ask why he and Mr. Zhang were here, so he explained: “Mr. Zhang and I come out…”

It’s hard to tell Dao Nian that he was accompanying Mr. Zhang to find a ghost. Chen Chang'an said lying on his tongue: “I’ll come out to accompany Mr. Zhang to relax.”

Daonian nodded, raised his eyelids and looked at Uncle Zhang more, as if at this time he was willing to look at Uncle Zhang with his eyes: "Late at night, I must go back early."

"Okay, you should rest early, too." Chen Chang'an waved at Daonian with a smile, and then rushed away on his bicycle.

Dao Nian looked at Sheng Chen Chang'an's back as he rode his bicycle away with his legs, his dark and deep eyes, as quiet as the calm sea.

When the cold wind blew, Uncle Zhang slowly walked out of the frustration that could not make Chen Changan look like a ghost. He turned around and looked behind him. The man who was riding in the luxury car just now was this brat's friend?

What did Chen Changan call him just now?

Uncle Zhang shook his head and began to doubt life for the first time. Could it be that his magic not only failed, but his brain was not easy to use?

"Sir." Liu Mao said, "Mr. Chen doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, why are he with the human celestial master?"

Dao Nian closed her eyes and said nothing.

In front of the car, thick fog rose, and something seemed to be arranged neatly in the thick fog, waiting for a big man to review.

The middle of the street was so clean that there was not even a leaf.

The author has something to say: Liu Mao: tranquility, avoidance.

Uncle Zhang: Hello everyone, I am Uncle Wang downstairs in Chen Chang'an.
Chapter completed!