Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

The rich man’s family is indeed very rich.

"Speaking of such a big house, I would not be willing to give it up if it were me." After seeing the old fox's big house, Song Yuan opened his eyes again and saw an even more exaggerated big house.

This mansion is also in the city center, but it is the city center of the neighboring city.

The big house of the rich man is 5 times as big as the house of the old fox, which is equivalent to 6 football fields.

The most important thing is that the city next door is much more prosperous than the city where Song and Yuan are located.

"The houses in this place...seem to cost at least a few hundred million." Bai Xianchu got out of the car, stretched his body, and said firmly.

Xia Dongqing was already dumbfounded: "Such a nice house, no wonder people don't want to move."

Zhao Li was ruthless: "No matter how good the house is, it has become a haunted house. We are here to deal with haunted houses."

Song Yuan frowned as he looked at the black resentment that seemed to be tangible above the house. He always felt that in addition to the demons, there were some other messy things in the house, but it was not a cause for concern.

Xiao Ya had always thought Song Yuan was quite powerful. She followed Song Yuan's gaze and asked curiously, "What's going on? What did the knife seller find out?"

Song Yuan turned to Xiao Ya and showed her a mouthful of white teeth: "Don't forget that my fees are quite high."

Xiaoya didn't dare to ask.

She had not made a name for herself in the human world. After all, Zhao Li still had a car, but she had nothing.

"Zhao Li," Song Yuan said to Zhao Li with a smile, "These 40...are you going to give me some?"

Zhao Li laughed out loud: "Brother, if I complete this task, the 40 will definitely be mine. What do you mean by giving you a share?"

"Then don't blame me for stealing your business." Song Yuan looked at the house from a distance, feeling that he was determined to get it.

Zhao Li's face turned green. With Song Yuan's ability, it would be easy for him to solve the problem of this house. He came here to deal with the dying old monster in the house and solve the problem of the rich man at the same time.

Killing two birds with one stone, he can get the 40 yuan and also help the evil spirit to reincarnate and pay off his debt.

It's a matter of killing two birds with one stone. If Song Yuan interferes, wouldn't he have worked for nothing?

Zhao Li's face turned grim. "I'll give you 20% of it, sir. You must not interfere in the entire process, and don't give me any hints unless I ask you. Your price is too high, I can't handle it."

Twenty percent is fine.

Nor can it be too harsh a deprivation.

Xiaoya's eyes lit up, and she asked in a low voice, "Zhao Li!"

"Don't even think about it. He really has the ability to snatch this business from me. You?" Zhao Li almost laughed out loud: "Do you know what's going on here?"

"Isn't that just a mess caused by a dying demon soul? I am a celestial maiden after all." Xiao Ya said unconvinced.

"As for that goddess of yours," Song Yuan said directly, "If you don't eat, you won't even have the strength to walk."

Zhao Li laughed out loud.

After all, every time I was with Xiaoya, I always felt that Xiaoya was like a starving ghost who had to eat all kinds of fish and meat to death.

"I am the God of War. This is how we Gods of War are. In the Dharma-Ending Age, when the spiritual energy on earth is thin, I can only obtain energy through food. I have no choice. But I am full and I have energy!!" Xiaoya argued.

While Zhao Li was taking out various props from the trunk, he put all the props he could use into the suitcase.

Song Yuan watched Zhao Li pull out a bunch of paper figurines, ghostly talismans, and various incense burners from the trunk. He couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you a soul ferryman? Why are you doing the work of a Taoist priest?"

"You don't understand." Zhao Li's face was filled with frustration. "That's because your clients are mostly... non-human. We know you're awesome, but if you took on a few human clients, you'd realize they wouldn't even know what the Book of Life and Death or the Yin Messenger are. But if you don't wear those Taoist robes and dance around with all that fancy stuff, you're nothing! That's the main reason you can charge more."

Zhao Li was still explaining to Song Yuan, while Xia Dongqing was watching the show beside him like a big show: "Zhao Li, you didn't learn these props from TV, did you? Fighting zombies?"

"Shut up!" Zhao Li could explain to Song Yuan calmly, but that didn't mean Zhao Li could tolerate Xia Dongqing.

"I don't think making money is that difficult. Why don't we each go our own way?" Xiaoya felt that she could grab this business.

"Forget it, with your skills, you might as well follow me. Otherwise, you won't get a penny cheated...or earned nothing." Zhao Li said the truth: "If you work with me, I'll hire you."

"How much are you paying?" Xiaoya asked curiously.

"I'll give you 50 yuan to buy spare ribs?" Zhao Li was so stingy that he actually took out a wrinkled 50 yuan note from his pocket.

"Do I want your 50?" Xiaoya's face changed.

Just as they were arguing, a big Jinbei drove over.

The big golden cup stopped beside them, and a group of people dressed in Taoist costumes got out of the car. These were the younger brothers, about six or seven of them.

A man in a purple Taoist robe walked down from the passenger seat. The robe was embroidered with various beautiful patterns in gold and silver threads.

Anyway, Song Yuan and Zhao Li were not people with good aesthetic sense, so they couldn't tell what the pattern was.

A group of people in Taoist robes stood neatly, holding weapons in their hands. They glanced at Zhao Li and Song Yuan and left without saying a word.

"You're quite arrogant?" Zhao Li narrowed his eyes and said, "So what if you're arrogant? You're still driving a van. You're just transporting the dead and ashes."

Xia Dongqing frowned: "Zhao Li, can you listen to what you are saying?"

Zhao Li stuffed the 50 yuan directly into Xiao Ya's pocket and said, "It's settled. I'm the Soul Ferryman. I'm wearing this dark outfit. How can I lose to him? I'm not more stylish than him?"

Xiaoya's face was full of disgust. Xia Dongqing came closer, salivating: "Xiaoya, if you don't want this money, you can give it to me."

"Get lost." Xiao Ya hurriedly stuffed the 50 yuan into her trouser pocket and followed Zhao Li's footsteps: "50 yuan is not enough for me to eat spareribs. I am the goddess of heaven, the goddess of the nine heavens. Who can fill their teeth with that little food?"

Xia Dongqing looked at Zhao Li eagerly: "Zhao Li, you can't be partial. If Xiaoya can steal your business, so can I. How about you give me 10%?"

"I don't give a shit! Do you think you're selling knives on credit?" Zhao Li walked in front angrily, while Song Yuan walked at the back leisurely, as if taking a stroll.

After entering the rich man's house, everyone, led by the housekeeper, passed through a bunch of rockery and corridors, and finally arrived at the open space in front of the rich man's villa.

The whole house is just like an ancient prince's mansion, with five entrances and five exits. To be honest, even Song Yuan would get lost in such a courtyard.

It’s too complicated.