Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

"I can't be that kind of person. Isn't it nice to be an ordinary citizen?"

"As for the aura in my body? I'm not too sure. I've had it since I was a kid. I've had my fortune told, but I can't see it clearly."

……

Tan Shumo is 25 years old this year. Despite his young age, he already owns his own antique shop in a prime location in Beijing. He lives in the shop with Jiang Yan.

Tan Shumo took out a few incense sticks with extremely luxurious packaging from the cabinet, lit them, and then gently inserted them into the incense burner.

Then, he took out a piece of yellow talisman paper with Jiang Yansheng's birthdate and eight characters written on it and threw it into the incense burner without hesitation to burn it.

As the note gradually turned to ashes in the flames, a faint fragrance began to fill the air.

In this way, even if Jiang Yan just smelled the incense, he would feel full.

Sure enough, when Jiang Yan smelled the fragrance, he was immediately attracted to it as if he was under a spell.

He practically circled the incense burner again and again, sniffing the aroma from every angle, muttering to himself, "It smells so good, and it tastes pretty good."

Tan Shumo looked at Jiang Yan's intoxicated expression and couldn't help but smile. His eyebrows curved into crescents and he said softly, "After all, this is a top-notch fragrance that is worth a fortune."

However, at this moment, Tan Shumo's expression suddenly changed. His originally relaxed smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by a solemn expression.

He looked straight out the window, as if something had aroused his alert.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

He was not sensitive enough to some things, so naturally he was not as alert as Tan Shumo.

Tan Shumo did not answer immediately, but walked quickly to the window and looked out.

After a while, he said, "Something passed by, and that thing carries a lot of resentment."

After hearing this, Jiang Yan frowned and walked to the window, following Tan Shumo's gaze.

I saw some particularly dark and gloomy energy lingering on the street outside the window. The resentment was so deep that it made people shudder.

"How much sin has been committed..." Jiang Yan murmured.

Tan Shumo took out his cell phone and slid his finger quickly across the screen.

After sending the message, he put the phone in his pocket, turned to look at Jiang Yan, and said:

"We can't just leave this kind of thing alone. Now that we've come across it, we have to deal with it. I've just sent a message to the Special Bureau. Your condition is unstable right now, so it's safer for you to stay in the store."

Indeed, Jiang Yan's state of the living dead is indeed not very stable.

He can occasionally condense into a physical body, just like a living person, with a heartbeat, bleeding, and even able to eat food like a normal person.

Moreover, he can be seen by ordinary people.

However, most of the time, Jiang Yan is just a soul, and only people with special physiques or those who have opened the Yin-Yang eyes can detect his existence.

Jiang Yan obviously disagreed with Tan Shumo's arrangement.

Although he knew that his condition was not very stable, he was experienced and agile after all.

He has always been in the role of a protector, and now he suddenly has to become the one being protected, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I disagree." Jiang Yan frowned and retorted, "Although I'm not in a good state now, we are all ghosts. How big a difference can there be when ghosts fight each other?"

"I've killed many people on the battlefield. When it comes to killing, there are probably few ghosts in the world who can compare to me."