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

Song Mian said this just to make Lin Jiaojiao feel at ease and accept her kindness, so she didn't take Lin Jiaojiao's promise to heart.

Not long after, when Song Mian's business was booming, he recalled Lin Jiaojiao's promise again and kept marveling at her ability to take action.

But that’s a story for later.

Song Mian used the faucet in the backyard to wash off the mud and sand on the pink shovel. He and Lin Jiaojiao were discussing what style to make next when they suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the store.

Both the man and the ghost were startled.

Song Mian then heard the voice of his brother talking to a strange man.

"Young boss, you don't look very good..." It was the first time that Lin Jiaojiao saw Song Mian with such a serious expression.

"Sorry, my brother is back. He likes gambling and always comes to me to ask for money. But don't worry, I will chase him away right away, and it won't affect your shopping experience." After assuring Lin Jiaojiao, Song Mian hurried to the funeral clothing store.

"Young boss, I can actually help you." Seeing that Song Mian ran fast and did not hear her words, Lin Jiaojiao slowly caught up with Song Mian.

When they approached the funeral clothing store, Lin Jiaojiao suddenly felt a strong feeling in her heart.

It was as if someone in the funeral shop was pulling her over.

Remembering what she had heard from ghosts in the ghost world before, that ghosts had no heartbeats and would only feel a throbbing sensation when they met their blood relatives, Lin Jiaojiao's eyes lit up and she quickened her pace and rushed to the funeral clothing store.

Song Mian had just walked into the funeral clothing store when a plastic stool flew over, brushed past her body and hit the wall with a loud bang.

"Song Mian, take out the money!" Song Jinyan looked at the drunk man and smashed the beer bottle in his hand. "Where's the 100,000 yuan I asked you to prepare? Song Mian! I'm warning you, if you don't give me the money now, I'll smash your store!"

"I have no money! Song Jinyan, if you don't get out of here I'm going to call the police!" Song Mian was grabbed by the collar and struggled for a long time, but he was no match for the tall Song Jinyan.

Behind Song Jinyan, a spirited young man with blond hair, tight pants, and loafers blew a puff from the bottle in his hand. "Song Jinyan, are you going to invest or not? I only give you one last night."

"Brother Lin, don't worry. I will definitely ask my sister to get me money. I will invest it all in you and wait for you to help me make money!" Song Jinyan nodded and bowed to Lin Zixiang. When he turned to look at Song Mian, his expression changed to a fierce one. "Song Mian, give me the money!"

"I told you I have no money!" Song Mian had just finished speaking when he was pushed to the ground by Song Jinyan.

Song Mian accidentally pressed his palm on the glass fragments on the ground. He gasped and watched the blood flow out of his palm.

Song Jinyan kicked a box of instant noodles to pieces, crushing the noodles inside. "You have money to buy this garbage, but no money for me? Song Mian, do you think I'm a fool?"

"Stop it now. This is the product I promised to give to the customer!" Song Mian looked at the instant noodle crumbs scattered all over the floor and quickly rushed over to protect the instant noodles with his body.

Song Jinyan had already stepped down towards Song Mian's back, and at this moment he couldn't contain his strength at all.

Just when Song Mian was ready to take the kick, Song Jinyan's big foot stopped steadily only three centimeters away from him.

"Little boss, are you okay?"

Song Mian raised her eyes and looked at Lin Jiaojiao who appeared in front of her.

Lin Jiaojiao's delicate hands grasped Song Jinyan's ankles, stopping him from moving.

Song Jinyan widened his eyes and was surprised to find that there was a wall of air between his feet and Song Mian!

Not only that, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, as if the bones were about to be crushed!

But Song Mian was still lying on the ground, and there was no one else around him!

What shocked Song Jinyan even more was that Song Mian actually started talking to the air in front of him!

"I'm fine, but the instant noodles I promised to sell you were stepped on." Song Mian looked at Lin Jiaojiao with guilt in his eyes.

"Song Mian, who are you talking to? I'm warning you, stop playing tricks here, I won't fall for it!" Song Jinyan struggled frantically, but he felt that there was always an invisible resistance under his feet, making him unable to move!

Coupled with Song Mian's action of talking to the air just now, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Why does this situation look so ghostly?!

"Asshole, I don't allow you to bully the young boss!" Lin Jiaojiao angrily pushed Song Jinyan over with one hand.

Song Jinyan couldn't see Lin Jiaojiao. He was knocked over by a brute force and sat down on the broken pieces of wine bottle on the ground.

"Ouch!" Song Jinyan jumped up in pain and pulled out a bloody fragment from the center of his body.

Song Mian gasped when he saw it.

What a withered chrysanthemum, with wounds all over the ground! !

"Song Jinyan, what kind of acrobatics are you doing here?" Lin Zixiang no longer cared about drinking, and looked at Song Jinyan with disbelief in his eyes.

Just now he saw with his own eyes that Song Jinyan knocked himself down!

"It's not me, there's something dirty in this room!" Song Jinyan's face was distorted with pain, and he pointed at Song Mian's nose and scolded, "It must be you, a money-loser, who did this. You women are unlucky. It's because of you that we attracted these unclean things!"

"I am not an unclean thing!" Seeing that Song Jinyan could not see her or hear her voice, Lin Jiaojiao was so angry that she simply drilled into his body.

Seeing this, Song Mian couldn't help but applaud Lin Jiaojiao: "Ms. Lin, you can actually play the ghost game, it's really cool!"

Seeing Song Jinyan, who was originally grinning, suddenly became motionless as if frozen, Lin Zixiang's heart became more and more uneasy: "Damn it, are you two siblings teaming up to play tricks here to deceive me? Song Jinyan, I'm not playing with you anymore!"

George Lam turned around and was about to leave.

But just as he reached the door, the open door of the funeral shop slammed shut without any wind.

He bumped his head against the door, and Lin Zixiang felt a sharp pain in his nose, and saw stars in his eyes.

"Don't worry, after I deal with this brat, I will teach you, the unfilial son, a lesson." Song Jinyan finally spoke, but he pinched his throat to speak, and his hoarse voice sounded with a shyness unique to a little woman.

As she spoke, Lin Jiaojiao slapped Song Jinyan hard in the face.

Song Jinyan was tall and fat. One of his hands was as big as a palm-leaf fan, and a slap from him made the corner of his mouth bleed.

This was followed by the second slap, the third slap, and the fourth slap.

The sound of slapping rang out like firecrackers, and Song Jinyan's face was soon beaten into a pig's head.

George Lam had nowhere to retreat, and he leaned his back against the door, watching the scene in horror.

He couldn't see Lin Jiaojiao either. He only saw Song Jinyan slapping himself wildly. He didn't stop until his head was beaten like a pig and his mouth was full of blood!

Not only that, Song Jinyan also banged his head against the wall several times, and only after his head was covered in bruises did he stumble towards him.