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

"It's not that we can't accept it, but the handling fee you pay is five times that of a normal ghost." The ghost staff patiently explained to Lin Jiaojiao.

Normal ghosts receive tributes through their descendants burning paper, and then hand them over to the Ghost World Administration.

Lin Jiaojiao's tribute will not belong to her descendants. The ghost world will not care where her tribute comes from, but a higher handling fee will be charged.

For example, if other ghosts hand in a lollipop, they can get five hours of free time in exchange, but Lin Jiaojiao can only get one hour.

Not only that, the management bureau also failed to find any descendants to worship Lin Jiaojiao.

This also means that George Lam still did not add Lin Jiaojiao's name to the family tree.

Even though she knew she was facing extremely high taxes, Lin Jiaojiao still chose to hand over the two lollipops.

Working Ghost: "The tribute has been successfully received. The countdown to your going to work in hell is 50 hours."

Lin Jiaojiao left the administration in a daze, biting her nails lightly. "No, I still have to find the young boss and discuss what to do next."

After Lin Jiaojiao made up her mind, she immediately headed to the Yang Realm.

In the evening, Song Mian was cooking snail noodles in the kitchen.

"Boss, I'm here." Lin Jiaojiao poked her head out from the wall and appeared just above a pot of snail noodles.

Suddenly, a pungent smell came over, making Lin Jiaojiao almost fall to the ground: "Little Boss, are you cooking shit?"

"Jiaojiao, you don't know this. This is the most popular snail noodle now. One bite is smelly, two bites are fragrant, and three bites will make you unable to stop!" Seeing Lin Jiaojiao's face full of doubt, Song Mian immediately filled a bowl for her.

Lin Jiaojiao pinched her nose and tasted it, and surprisingly found it to be good: "Little Boss, you really don't say, this little thing is quite delicious."

Seeing Lin Jiaojiao eating bite by bite, Song Mian quickly filled a bowl for himself.

In the middle of summer, a man and a ghost sat in the yard slurping noodles and finished a whole pot in no time.

"So, George Lam hasn't added your name to his family tree yet?" Song Mian couldn't understand after listening to Lin Jiaojiao's account of the whole incident. "Isn't adding your name to the family tree just a matter of writing? It shouldn't take so long."

Lin Jiaojiao put down her chopsticks and said uncertainly, "Maybe something delayed him. Anyway, I've been waiting for over three hundred years, so I don't mind waiting one more day."

"But you're facing such high taxes now. If you can't resolve this dilemma quickly, who knows what else might happen." Song Mian put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "We have to resolve this tonight. Come on, I'll take you to find Lin Zixiang and ask him about it."

Something as simple as writing a name is actually very easy as long as George Lam wants to do it.

Unless this man did it on purpose.

Although she didn't spend much time with George Lam, she knew Song Jinyan very well.

Birds of a feather flock together. She had to watch Lin Zixiang add Lin Jiaojiao's name to the Lin family's genealogy before she could feel at ease.

Lin Jiaojiao couldn't persuade Song Mian, so she had to go back to the ghost world first and spend three hours of free time at the management bureau in exchange for a place to stay in the Lin family.

After getting the address, Song Mian scanned a shared bicycle on the roadside and rode it to Lin Zixiang's house.

Soon they arrived downstairs of George Lam's house. Song Mian found that George Lam came from an ordinary family and lived in a very ordinary community.

Entering Unit 3, Song Mian knocked on the door of Room 101.

Soon, a middle-aged woman who looked very simply dressed opened the door for her.

"Hello, I'm here to see George Lam." Song Mian greeted the woman politely, but only received a scrutinizing look from her in return.

"My son is taking a shower now. Please come in and wait." After saying this, Lin's mother went back to the room first.

Sitting on the sofa at Lin's mother's arrangement, Song Mian saw Lin Jiaojiao beside him wandering around in various corners of the hall.

"Jiaojiao, what are you doing?" Song Mian discovered that something like a ball of light was constantly being released from the palm of Lin Jiaojiao's hand.

Every time these balls of light floated out and merged into the villa, Lin Jiaojiao's figure looked a little more illusory.

On the contrary, the haze that was originally floating in the room disappeared.

"I'm blessing the Lin family. I'm their ancestor, and I should protect them. This way, I can accept their tribute with confidence." As Lin Jiaojiao said this, she saw Lin Zixiang walking down from the bathroom: "Good evening, my dear great-great-great-grandson!"

There was no cow's tears on George Lam's face tonight, so he couldn't see Lin Jiaojiao.

However, when he saw Song Mian, his eyes immediately showed resistance: "Song Mian, how did you find my house?"

Seeing that Lin Zixiang had been carefully rubbing the slap marks on his face while talking to him, Song Mian smiled and said, "I'm here to supervise you and make sure you fulfill your promise from last night. According to the agreement between you and Lin Jiaojiao, you should add her name to the Lin family tree."

"Are you crazy? Song Mian, you're a grown man, but you're helping ghosts all day long, and you don't think it's bad luck." Lin Zixiang's eyes were filled with resistance. He waved his hand and said disdainfully, "I was just saying it casually yesterday because I was scared. Don't make a big deal out of it. Just leave now."

"That won't do!" Lin Jiaojiao floated in front of Lin Zixiang and stretched out her hands to block him. "You clearly promised me, how could you lie to me?"

"Alan Lam, Lin Jiaojiao is indeed your ancestor. As her descendant, you should worship her. Otherwise, she will become a wandering ghost and will haunt you forever. Why bother yourself with this?" Song Mian looked at Alan Lam's nonchalant look and was sure that her guess was confirmed.

This George Lam really wants to go back on his word.

"What does my family's affairs have to do with you? Which law stipulates that I have to worship my ancestors? Besides, Lin Jiaojiao was expelled from the family tree because of her lack of self-discipline. My parents don't agree to me adding her name, and there's nothing I can do about it." Lin Zixiang shrugged disapprovingly.

"Aren't you afraid that Jiaojiao will possess you again and teach you a lesson?" Song Mian looked at Lin Zixiang's rogue look and asked after changing the subject.

"Tsk, my parents are at home today, don't try to threaten me! Besides, I don't believe in ghosts. You must have drugged me last night, which caused me to hallucinate! Song Mian, this is my home. If you dare to mess with me, I will call the police and have you arrested!"

As Lin Zixiang spoke, he looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid that Lin Jiaojiao would rush out and possess him: "Dad, Mom! That psychopath I mentioned yesterday is here, come out quickly!"