My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

"Shouldn't the core be hidden in the ghost's soul? I can touch the ghost, and then attack the core through the soul, can it also cause damage to the ghost?" Song Mian asked tentatively.

Meng Qia nodded affirmatively, "Of course. The core is extremely fragile to the vengeful spirit, just like a person's weak spot. A touch will cause discomfort all over the body. Even if you don't touch it directly, it is enough to temporarily subdue the vengeful spirit."

"I understand." Song Mian hugged Meng Qi and kissed his soft and cool little face: "Meng Qi, thank you!"

Meng Qia's face immediately turned red, and the whole ghost looked like a cooked tomato. "Don't treat me like a child. In terms of age, I'm much older than you!"

"Okay, okay, I'll reward you with a snail noodle hotpot next time." After seeing off Lin Jiaojiao and Meng Kai, Song Mian returned to his room to rest.

The next morning, Song Mian rushed to Yu Bai's ward.

After entering the ward, Song Mian found out that Yu Bai had already returned home, so he contacted Ling Jiao.

To Song Mian's surprise, Ling Jiao hesitated after answering the phone: "Ms. Song, there's no need for you to see Yu Bai today. Why don't you go back first? I'll look for you tomorrow."

Not knowing why Ling Jiao suddenly made such a decision, Song Mian listened to the beeping sound coming from the other end of the phone and had no choice but to give up.

That night, Song Mian hung a sign at the door of the funeral clothing store saying it was closed, then put on a black windbreaker and walked out of the house.

Wearing a baseball cap, Song Mian went to the bank first, withdrew 300,000 yuan in cash from his bank card, and put it in a black sports backpack.

After doing all this, Song Mian deliberately walked to several places with surveillance cameras, and then slowly came to the place where he had agreed to meet with Song Jinyan.

This was a dim alley. When Song Mian arrived, he discovered that not only Song Jinyan was there, but Song Yuan was also there.

After seeing Song Mian, Song Yuan waved to her proudly: "Isn't this my dear sister? I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

Song Mian had no expression on his face. He threw the backpack in front of the two people and said, "This is the 300,000 yuan I promised you. Please count it."

Seeing that Song Jinyan had taken out a money detector light from his pocket, Song Mian's eyes were almost filled with disgust.

Song Yuan and Song Jinyan checked the three hundred thousand together.

After checking and confirming that there was indeed no problem with the money, Song Jinyan looked Song Mian up and down with malicious eyes and sneered: "Song Mian, we really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to make so much money by relying on ghosts."

Song Mian's originally calm expression suddenly became nervous after hearing what Song Jinyan said: "What do you mean by this? I don't understand."

"Okay, okay, if you don't understand, then you don't understand. Song Mian, this is Zhang Guiying's bank card. Go and withdraw the 300,000 yuan from it, and then bring the money over to us." Song Jinyan said, throwing the empty schoolbag on his back to Song Mian.

After Song Mian opened the backpack, he saw the bank card inside.

She looked at the two men with some suspicion, then asked tentatively, "If I just give you all the money in here, will you never come to harass me and grandma again?"

Song Jinyan smacked his lips in dissatisfaction: "Song Mian, it's not nice of you to say that. Are you doubting us? Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you. Give us the money, and I will never embarrass you again. I'll even give you the funeral clothing store, and you will be completely free from now on."

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Song Mian said, handing the schoolbag in his hand to Song Jinyan.

Seeing Song Jinyan and Song Yuan cheer and turn around to leave, a sneer quickly appeared in Song Mian's eyes, and then he returned to the funeral clothing store.

At the same time, Song Yuan and Song Jinyan had been drinking and were walking home together, arm in arm.

"Brother, I didn't expect you really had a way. This time, we made a lot of money from Song Mian. We each have 300,000, which is enough for us to have food and clothing for a long time to come!" Song Yuan became happier and happier as he spoke, and he put his arm around Song Jinyan's shoulders and laughed.

Song Jinyan looked at Song Yuan with eyes full of envy: "Brother, there's no way you and I can compare. You have sister-in-law to support you. I'm far from you. Sister-in-law is so talented. Brother, wouldn't it be enough for you to live comfortably by following her?"

Song Yuan mentioned this and spat fiercely: "Don't mention that bitch to me. I don't know what stimulated that bitch before, but she actually started seeing ghosts. She said that ghosts were haunting her all day long, which made me feel unlucky. Anyway, I can make money from ghosts in the future. Without her in my way, I can find more beautiful women."

"That's it. Uncle Chen has promised us that he will continue to help us make money. We two brothers will strive to make our business bigger and stronger!" The two brothers hit it off and continued to move forward.

At this moment, Chen Shubin, who had been waiting in front, came out, stared at the two people and said with a smile: "Looking at you, it seems that everything is going smoothly."

The two brothers were a little scared when they suddenly saw a ghost coming out. When they came to their senses, they realized what was happening. For a while, they were extremely enthusiastic towards Chen Shubin.

"Uncle Chen, you're here!" Song Jinyan smiled brightly when he saw Chen Shubin, and said hurriedly, "Uncle Chen, this time it's all thanks to you! Can we burn some offerings for you? It's also our way of expressing our gratitude!"

Chen Shubin said with a half-smile: "You guys are really good at doing things. You know how to be filial to me, so I will naturally treat you well. How about this, I will take you two to find a place and some money."

"Money, how much? Is it another 600,000?" Song Yuan was already completely drunk, but his eyes still lit up when he heard that there was money to be made.

Chen Shubin chuckled. "That kid has a good idea. Not that much, but probably tens of thousands."

Having already tasted the benefits of cooperating with ghosts, Song Jinyan agreed immediately and quickly said to Chen Shubin, "Uncle Chen, I knew you really care about us. Why don't we go now?"

After Chen Shubin agreed, his figure slowly floated forward.

Leading the two people to an abandoned landfill, Chen Shubin perfectly guided them through the surveillance at the gate of the landfill.

When the two of them arrived at the garbage dump, they were both choked by the strong smell. After looking around, they asked, "Uncle Chen, where are those tens of thousands of dollars?"