Pixiu Restaurant, No Way Out

Although Pixiu and Wenxi were no longer ordinary people, the Wen family still had to be treated as ordinary ghosts, and paper money and other sacrificial items had to be bought in the hands of ordinary people.

The main reason is that Pixiu said that this kind of thing has enough food and clothing, and robbing people for business is a bit deceptive. We are not without money, and we don't care about the pennies.

Wenxi followed Pi Xiu into the store, and put tens of billions of bills in the bag, and the bag was full of gold ingots. Wenxi picked up an Android phone and thought about it, and asked the boss: "Does this thing come with a manual?"

boss:? ? ?

Boss: "If the elderly don't know how to use mobile phones, we also have mobile phones and BB phones."

Wenxi thought to himself that the big brother and the BB machine would not be used by parents and grandpa, so there should be an instruction manual.

Seeing his troubled expression, Pi Xiu immediately whispered: "It's okay, if your smart phone doesn't work, just buy a Nokia bar, it's easy to use, idiot."

"It's true, anyway, I don't need any other functions, just ask him to make a call and send a text message." Wenxi put the smartphone back on the table, and took seven or eight straight phones made of paper in one go.

The boss on one side saw two guests discussing which kind of paper-made mobile phone is better, his back turned cold, and his hand under the counter quietly clenched the amulet that his mother-in-law begged for.

Money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat. Even if he is a customer pretending to be a ghost, he must guarantee that the service is the first!

It was the first time for Wenxi to enter such a modern funeral shop. When he found that the Mercedes-Benz TV and the refrigerator were covered with paper, he grabbed Pi Xiu's hand and discussed in a low voice: "Why don't we wrap up this shop?" Come down, there are quite a lot of people in our family."

Pixiu choked, hugged him quickly and whispered, "It's not that we don't have money, but you bought so many things in one go and burned them all in one night. Those who knew thought you were worshiping ancestors, but those who didn't know thought you held a bonfire party to celebrate the gate of hell open."

"Then let's cook it in batches, part of it tonight, and some more tomorrow night?" Wenxi asked.

Pi Xiu: "I don't have time tomorrow night, I have to help Feng Du watch the scene, lest some evil spirits take advantage of the ghost gate to make trouble, and then you have to go with me."

Wenxi thought for a while, then nodded: "It's true, so many people may have been reincarnated, and burning these things is just for my own peace of mind..."

He put down the gold ingot in his hand: "Anyway, these things are just for the living to see. Who really cares about the well-being of the people over there."

"Okay, I still think so much about buying something." Pixiu clicked his tongue, pointed to the paper figure of a Mercedes-Benz sedan in the corner and said, "I've got all these, can you deliver them to your door?"

The boss looked terrified: "The cemetery and the cemetery are not free."

Pixiu pointed out: "Not far, just two streets behind you."

"That... that's fine." The boss used a calculator to calculate the final total price, and found that it was still a big deal, so he immediately got the energy to stuff the amulet into the collar of his clothes, and loaded everything into the pickup truck.

He grinned at Pi Xiu: "Boss, your grave, ah bah, where exactly is your house?"

Pixiu sent him a location, then asked the boss for a cardboard box and stuffed it with a small amount of paper money. Seeing his rough movements, Wenxi couldn't help laughing: "You move slowly, it won't hurt if you tear it up."

Pi Xiu raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with that? Does Yazi really dare to use it? Then he is really poor and crazy."

Wenxi: "Maybe?"

"Then I'm really a good person, and if I die for my enemy, God won't remember my merits?" Pixiu stuffed the box, drove the car and led the boss back to the restaurant with a cart full of goods.

Monkey 2 was fishing at the door, when he saw that Pixiu had bought such a big cart of paper stuffed things, his hair exploded, he held the mop and asked, "Boss, what are you doing? Is it a festival-themed restaurant?"

Pixiu gave him a kick: "Go away, this is something to burn at night."

Pi Xiu went into the store and called Qiu Fu and Ren Jiao to help unload the goods and move the things to the backyard, while Wenxi took the courier box to send the Ghost Festival gift to Yazi.

The courtesy is light and the affection is heavy, I hope he can understand the feelings of himself and Pi Xiu.

When he came back with the delivery note, Pixiu had already set up a brazier in the yard.

Seeing Wenxi came back, Pi Xiu turned his head and asked, "Is the delivery finished?"

"It's finished, and this time it's SF Express. I saw that the box was so light that a brick was stuffed inside, and a few more boxes were packed inside and out, but it was still ten yuan lighter than the box he sent. .”

The more Wenxi thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't swallow the breath, so she turned around and said, "Wait, I'll go back and stuff a rock."

"Forget it, forget it, what's the big deal, when the time comes to catch him, you can let him eat rocks." Pixiu grabbed his wrist and pulled him back: "Okay, the fire has risen, there are too many things, hurry up Start burning."

Wenxi looked up at the sky: "No, it's not dark yet, they can't receive Grandpa Shao now."

Pi Xiu was stunned: "What's the matter, Jifu Tiandi Bank is the same as whether there is love in the world, and it is 5:30 on time to collect the box and leave work?"

"What are you talking about?" Wenxi kicked him: "This is a custom."

As a monster, Pixiu really doesn't understand the rules of these mortals, but Wenxi said to wait, so let's wait.

Pixiu looked at the fire in front of him for a while, and suddenly asked: "You said, if I bake something to eat, will your grandpa blame me?"

Wenxi: "My grandfather can't, but I can."

Pi Xiu: ...

Pixiu: "Forget it."

two people sitting in the backyard

After teasing the skin to make money, Wenxi let go of the big fluffy white cat when the sky was completely dark, and drove him away from the fire.

But for a creature like Pi Zhaocai, the more you tell it to do nothing, the more energetic it will be, stretching its neck to roast it by the fire.

Pixiu could only hold it by the back of the neck and walk out cursing: "The 38-degree heat is not enough for you to be covered in hair, so you need to warm it up?"

Boss Pi tied his son to the stairs with a hunting silk silk, and pointed his nose to warn: "Don't move around, if you suffer from heat stroke, I will shave all your hair, and imitate your mother-in-law's tattooing and give you the whole "Jing Loyalty and Serving the Country" behind your back, you see." Do you still have the face to fight with other cats?"

Pi Zhaocai was taken aback for a moment, and after groaning, he was put on an Elizabeth ring instead.

"Sit here and be a lucky cat by waving your hands. Don't keep licking eggs at people, lest people say that our family has no tutor." Pixiu rubbed its head; "I'll come back to play with you when I'm done, be obedient."

Pi Zhaocai blinked, meowed and started licking his paws.

Seeing this, Pi Xiu went back to the backyard in relief. Wenxi had already put the paper-made Mercedes-Benz into the oil drum and lit it on fire, and put the paper money in his hand into the small brazier one by one, calling his family members by their names one by one.

The old monster didn't bother him, but went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and came back, holding the water in one hand and helping the little thing put paper money into the brazier with the other.

He bought too many things and couldn't burn them for a while, so Pi Xiuxiu wanted to find another discarded oil drum, so he watched Nezha come over with the turtle in one hand.

The third prince looked at the black smoke and raised his eyebrows and asked, "I was thinking about the middle of the year, so I started to smoke bacon?"

"Tsk, paper is being burned in the middle of July." Pi Xiu looked him up and down, and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of shape do you have? Your father is holding a tortoise, and you are holding a tortoise. It looks good."

"Get out, I was lying upstairs and watching the smoke, come down and ask what you are doing." Nezha glanced at the piles of paper money and paper phones, paper houses, and paper puppets on the ground, and couldn't help but let out a hush, sighing that the skin Repair generously.

He put the basalt on top of his head, moved his shoulders and asked, "Do you want me to help? Can you burn it up quickly, or when will you burn it?"

Wenxi turned her head and asked: "Didn't you say that you have to burn your relatives to receive it?"

"You burned it yourself, I just lent you some Sanwei Zhenhuo." Nezha said, picked up a stone from the ground, inhaled and then spit out a ball of fire.

The third prince reached out to lead the real fire to write the talisman on the stone, and finished writing the talisman after blowing on it in one breath. He threw the stone to Wenxi, raised his chin towards the pile on the ground: "Okay, just throw it on it."

Wenxi held the stone in his hand and thanked him, walked to the pile of paper money and threw the stone down. Just as he was about to say the last two names, the fire lit up the whole yard, and a mushroom cloud slowly rose and disappeared. , and finally regained calm.

The small pile of paper money has been turned into ashes, and it will be scattered by the wind.

Nezha: ...

Nezha: "I'm sorry, the fire is a bit high, maybe it's better to use a slow fire next time."

Pi Xiu came back to his senses suddenly, and dragged Wenxi to the front, the little thing was frightened, his face was still a little dark, and the hair in front was scorched into several curls.

"Is your body burned?" Pixiu held his face and blew, "It's okay, his face is not burned, otherwise it would be a bad thing."

Wenxi paused, then narrowed her eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Tell the truth." Pixiu bent down and patted the ashes on his body: "Okay, it's all burnt out, hurry up and take a shower and eat, and you'll be busy from early tomorrow morning, so don't cry when you're tired. "

"Is it tiring? I'm a ghost and I'm not afraid of being tired. When the time comes..." Before Wenxi finished speaking, there was a sudden gust of wind behind him, and Tao Ti appeared out of thin air with a gilded pagoda in his arms.

His face was gloomy, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his hair was a little disheveled, and he no longer had the calm demeanor of the previous days.

When Nezha saw that it was him, he stretched out his head and six arms, held the red pointed gun and drew a circle in the air, pointed at Tao Ti and said in a cold voice: "How dare you appear in front of the prince, why don't you take the Linglong Pagoda quickly?" Come again! Kneel down and kowtow three times, maybe you can save your whole body!"

Tao Ti glanced at him, but didn't speak, but Mrs. Yin's voice floated out from the tower: "My son, why are you still screaming and screaming?"

Seeing Tao Ti's appearance, Wenxi was taken aback, and immediately reacted and asked, "Why do you look like this, is something wrong with your sister?"

A wisp of white smoke floated out from the Linglong Pagoda to condense the human form, and Wen Qian showed a gentle smile at Wen Xi: "Little brother, how are you doing these days?"

Wenxi was shocked, staring at Wen Qian's almost transparent soul body and asked: "Sister...why did your soul body become so pale?"