Thinking of Yang Tao's kindness, Zhang Di decided to be a man and immediately gave up the idea of forcing Yang Tao to see the ghost girl.
People should have a conscience and not feed the dog with shit!
The ghost girl looked at Zhang Di with suspicion, and seemed to be still brooding over the fact that Zhang Di had just pulled her out.
The ghost girl looked about 25 or 26 years old, and there was a talent between her pale eyebrows.
Arriving in front of the female ghost, Zhang Di raised his flaming palm and said solemnly: "Do you have any last words to say?"
"..."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 10 points of negative emotions."
The female ghost looked at the flaming palm, seemed very scared, and shook her head in horror: "Don't hit me, okay? Please don't hit me!"
Zhang Di said lightly: "I'm not hitting you, I'm killing you!"
"..."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 10 points of negative emotions."
The female ghost showed a desperate expression, put her head close, and said pitifully: "I've been dead for six years and have never hurt anyone."
"If I didn't feel that my soul was about to dissipate, I wouldn't have pestered her and made her have nightmares."
"I didn't expect that in the end, I would still end up disappearing. You can do it, I don't blame you, after all, I'm a ghost."
Zhang Di slowly put down his raised hand. It can be seen that this is a timid and good ghost.
"Tell me, how did you die?"
The ghost girl showed a frustrated expression: "I... died of exhaustion from studying!"
"Puff!" Zhang Di almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Die of exhaustion from studying?
The ghost girl sighed: "Hey, I'm a graduate student, I study very well, and I'm about to take the doctoral exam. I stayed up for two consecutive nights, and I died suddenly!"
Zhang Di's mouth twitched. This reason for death is so strong.
Wait, study very well?
Zhang Di looked at Yang Tao and said: "Teacher Yang, you go out first. I want to eliminate the ghost girl. The scene will be very bloody. I'm afraid of scaring you."
"Okay...then you, be careful."
Yang Tao felt warm in her heart, looked at Zhang Di worriedly, and left.
After Yang Tao left, Zhang Di excitedly said, "Can you do the high school questions? Can you do the college entrance examination questions?"
The female ghost nodded in astonishment: "Yes, I was only three points away from the provincial champion in the college entrance examination. These years, I read books and study when I am bored. My grades... should be better than before."
Zhang Di slapped his thigh: "Great, I decided not to kill you. You will follow me in the future and help me cheat."
"Hmph, Yang Tao, this stinky sister, said that I can't get into college? If you dare to say that the college entrance examination has nothing to do with me again, I will... fuck you and beg for mercy."
The female ghost looked at Zhang Di in confusion.
Zhang Di continued: "I will find you a small bottle later, you get in and follow me, and follow me in the future."
"I am a professional ghost catcher. When I kill ghosts, the ghost energy floating is enough to make you grow. That is the best tonic."
"You don't have to do anything in the future, just study and study, and help me cheat and take exams."
The female ghost's soul was trembling with excitement, and she almost died...
"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, you are so nice, you are a good person." Ding, Zhang Di got a good person card.
Zhang Di searched through the boxes and cabinets in Yang Tao's house and finally found an empty small glass bottle of moisturizing liquid, which was a trial pack and was only slightly larger than a thumb.
After the female ghost got in, Zhang Di opened the door to let Yang Tao in.
Yang Tao said nervously: "Did you kill the ghost?"
Zhang Di nodded seriously and said: "I killed it. It was a very powerful female ghost. I fought with her for more than 300 rounds."
Yang Tao didn't understand these.
She just suddenly felt that Zhang Di was so awesome and admired him a little.
"Really awesome, Zhang Di, the teacher is proud of you." Yang Tao's eyes were full of praise and relief, and even a little excited.
"Student Zhang Di, you have a lot of secrets. Do you want to tell the teacher?" Yang Tao asked maliciously.
Zhang Di smiled faintly: "It's nothing, I just dreamed one night that Teacher Yang Tao wanted to force me to sleep, and I suddenly had super powers."
"..."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 points of negative emotions."
Yang Tao's face was red, but she didn't get angry, she just stared at Zhang Di in shame and anger: "What are you talking about? Are you making fun of the teacher?"
Zhang Di smiled, and the matter was over.
Yang Tao looked at the furnishings in the house and sighed, "I don't want to live here any longer. Even if I do, I won't be able to sleep well in the future."
"It seems I have to find a new house!"
Zhang Di's eyes lit up and he said, "Teacher Yang, I have a very good friend whose family just happens to have a house for rent."
"It's at most one kilometer away from our school, and the rent is cheap. The most important thing is that the landlord himself is a mess. I, Zhang Di, have lived for 18 years and have never seen such a good person."
Yang Tao was surprised and said, "Really? Then you can ask for the teacher. If possible, I can move in next week, but..."
Yang Tao was a little embarrassed: "The rent... wait for a while?"
Zhang Di patted his chest and said, "No problem, leave it to me. By the way, Teacher Yang, I'll transfer some money to you."
"Don't..."
"It doesn't matter, pay me back when you have money."
"Well... okay then." Yang Tao felt very uncomfortable. When did she fall to the point of having to borrow money from students to make a living?
Zhang Di transferred 20,000 yuan on the spot. Yang Tao hesitated and asked, "Aren't you curious? I earn 8,000 or 9,000 yuan a month, but I can't even pay the rent?"
Zhang Di shook his head and said, "I'm not curious. Everyone has secrets. Teacher Yang must have his own reasons."
Yang Tao was silent for a moment, and finally smiled; beautiful.
"Zhang Di, the teacher is proud of you."
Zhang Di smiled and joked, "Teacher Yang, you seemed to be disappointed with me at noon."
"Is... is that so? I don't remember!" Yang Tao blushed, a little embarrassed, even a little coy.
"Are there any make-up classes in the afternoon?" Zhang Di asked.
Yang Tao shook her head and said, "No more make-up classes. The teacher has something to do in the afternoon. You can go out and play in the afternoon."
"Well, thank you for your hospitality, Teacher Yang. I'm leaving now!"
"Wait!" Yang Tao stopped Zhang Di and said, "Tomorrow is the Zhongyuan Festival. The teacher decided to give you a morning off. You can go and pay respects to your grandfather and family."
Zhang Di thought about it and shook his head and said, "No need, Teacher Yang. I'll just go to my grandfather's place later. I don't need to take a day off."
He only has his grandfather, no family, and he doesn't even know if his family has a grave. When Zhang Di asked when he was a child, the old man always evaded the question.
Sometimes he even suspected that he had jumped out of a crack in a stone.
After Zhang Di left, he found a funeral shop according to the navigation, bought a Zhongshan suit and some cinnabar brushes for the old man, and bought some fruit tributes by the way.
The old man liked to wear Zhongshan suits the most when he was alive. Burning them for him would also show filial piety.
Today is not the Ghost Festival yet, and there is not a single person in the huge cemetery. Zhang Di drew a magic circle on his clothes and burned it directly.
"Grandpa, after school tomorrow, I will burn some machine guns for you, so that you can show your power in the underworld. I wish you a successful rebellion soon."
After making a decision, Zhang Di was ready to leave, but he stopped after just two steps and looked at the tombstones around him meaningfully.
Then he raised his mouth and a bold idea came into being.
Zhang Di came to a tombstone full of tributes and wrote in a cinnabar pen on the blank space next to the tombstone: What the hell are you looking at? Come in and fight me if you dare!
Then the next one: High-quality cemetery, looking for someone to share the rent, half the rent and free water and electricity.
The next one is a three-combined tomb: Come on, brother, come in and play mahjong, three missing one...
This is a powerful epitaph!
Then Zhang Di took out some ghost money, drew a talisman, and burned some of it on each of the tombs where the words were written.
This shouldn't be considered disrespectful to the dead, right?
At least they have money down there, and can live a better life.
Well, merits and demerits offset each other, Zhang Di comforted himself in his heart.
I just hope that the people who come to worship tomorrow will be more excited.