Brother Hao looked at Muyang's serious expression and immediately put on a helpless look. "I'm not being unreasonable. I'm really in a difficult situation here. Look at the green smoke coming out of my head and the foul smell all over my body. I can't even make a ghost friend. If you just help me with one favor, I will leave immediately, without hesitation."

Having a ghost by your side really makes me feel cold. It's already autumn now, and the nights are naturally chilly. Mu Yang feels as though he has entered winter, even though there is no heating.

Holding the blanket, Mu Yang looked alert, slightly raising his chin. "Go away, stay further from me. Don't you know that you have a heavy Yin energy? It's easy for me to get sick if you get too close."

Good friends lend a hand in times of need, swiftly floating to the doorstep and crouching down on the ground.

My good brother had been distant for a long time. Mu Yang's body gradually warmed up, saying, "Go ahead. The best thing you can do is tell the truth. I won't do anything illegal, so let's make that clear first."

The good brother nodded repeatedly and said, "Rest assured, rest assured, I'm an honest person. What I said are all true, and it's not something too difficult, but it may delay your work."

"Okay, go ahead and speak. I still have work tomorrow morning."

"Alright, it goes like this. I died three years ago. At that time, I wasn't just a lonely ghost waiting for my turn to be reincarnated. But suddenly one day, I couldn't find my house in the underworld. Without any property rights in the underworld, I could only wander as a lost soul. But later on, not only did I become a haunting ghost, I also emitted a foul stench from head to toe. There would always be bursts of green smoke rising up from the top of my head."

"The house suddenly disappeared? Why would that happen?"

Later, I gave all my savings to the ghost emissary. He said that it was highly likely that my grave had been moved by someone, and the person who moved it didn't notify me. As a result, I became homeless.

"Oh, then what can I do to help you?"

"Go find my grave."

"Just give me a call directly, and I'll make a call to your family. Or you can float back there."

My good brother hung his head dejectedly. "After death, memories become distorted. I can only tell you about my home region, and I can't recall anything else. Moreover, I can't leave this land now because there's no one to guide me. Since I died an untimely death, I must stay near the Gates of Hell, or I won't be able to reincarnate."

Mu Yang threw a pillow over, saying, "You died a tragic death, why didn't you say it earlier? Are you a vengeful ghost or something?"

Mu Yang carefully scrutinized his good brother once again. Although he didn't appear to be particularly fortunate, his expression still exuded serenity. "Forget it, let's go to bed. We'll discuss it tomorrow."

Brother hurriedly stood up, wanting to continue discussing with Muyang. Muyang raised his hand, "Don't come any closer. If I can't get a good sleep, there's nothing to talk about."

Good brothers could only squat back at the door, glaring intensely at Muyang all night.

Mu Yang didn't sleep well that night. There was a cold breeze coming in waves inside the room. Without a doubt, it was due to his good buddy wandering around the room while he was sleeping.

Mu Yang struggled to get up, stretching himself in a lazy yawn. Indeed, his body wasn't feeling very comfortable!

After scanning the room and walking around inside for a while, I couldn't find the figure of my good brother. It seemed that he had left early in the morning.

Mu Yang was extremely tired. He woke up early and rushed to the evening assembly, arriving ten minutes late. Fortunately, his good behavior usually spared him from too much trouble.

I worked overtime last night and almost finished all the tasks at hand. I had planned to slacker off and take a nap, but then the female secretary hurriedly came out and asked around. Everyone in the office was busy except for him.

So the female secretary handed a stack of documents to Muyang and asked him to print them. As a result, he, who had worked overtime last night, became idle, and had to do an extra job.