Gravekeeper

"Aba, Aba, eat...meat..."

A huge body and an equally huge pig head stood in front of Chu Qing.

This is the true appearance of the Pig Chef.

However, the Pig Chef, who had left Zhou Yingzhu with a psychological trauma before, was like a mentally retarded child at this moment, showing in front of Chu Qing,

showing how appropriate it was to label its "insignificant" wisdom as a humanoid weirdness.

But Chu Qing didn't care. The wisdom of this Pig Chef would not affect his gains.

His main focus was on how the high-level tomb in the corner of the underworld would be after this thing arrived.

In addition to the Crow Ghost and the Yin God of Wealth, the Blood Ghost did not count and did not need the so-called high-level tomb. The Faceless Ghost and the Human Head Lantern were more troublesome. The Riding Tiger Trick was okay, but the Riding Tiger Trick was extremely fierce.

Chu Qing suspected that if the high-level tomb was created again, the daily increase in Yin life would naturally promote this thing to the eighth-grade weirdness.

At that time, Chu Qing did not dare to guarantee that he could control that thing, so naturally he would not put it on the agenda for the time being.

But the pig chef in front of him.

Looks quite "honest".

The most important thing is that the high-level mausoleum reported by this corner of the underworld seems to be good:

[Pig chef, ninth-grade humanoid weird, suitable for high-level mausoleum: blood and flesh kitchen! ]

[Blood and flesh kitchen: a kitchen full of various unknown meats. It has a disgusting pungent bloody smell. ]

[Construction requirements: a human kitchen, 100 tons of various meats, Yin life: 60 days, floor area: 60 square meters. ]

[Mausoleum effect: After the pig chef moves in, he guards for one day and gets an extra day of Yang life. As long as the ingredients are sufficient, the pig chef will not leave the blood and flesh kitchen.

The pig chef's own ability has been improved, and there is a certain probability that he can research recipes and dishes with positive effects.

At the same time, the blood and flesh kitchen can be operated externally, collecting Yin Shou Hell Money, and the pig chef needs to pay 50% of the income Hell Money Tax. 】

Blood and flesh kitchen.

The materials needed by this pig chef are really not many.

Even at this time of year, a hundred tons of meat is actually not difficult to get. After all, there is no specific requirement for what kind of meat it is.

This is very different from the crow ghost.

The only thing that makes Chu Qing hesitate a little is the problem of the floor space.

Sixty square meters, and a human kitchen is needed as a prototype.

In the scope of the entire Beishan Cemetery, it seems small, but it is actually very troublesome.

It is enough for two bedrooms and one living room.

Moreover, this thing can be operated externally!

Of course, Chu Qing has not thought about turning anyone into a pig for the time being, but the recipe research of this pig chef has a chance to develop a positive recipe in the future.

So, Chu Qing is not wrong.

The potential of this pig chef is really good.

It was because of this that Chu Qing felt that he needed to make some plans.

Just as he was thinking, at the moment when the moon was at its zenith, an engine sound came from the front.

An Ruoxue's voice came from a distance: "Brother Qing."

At the same time, Chu Qing also heard a different sound of footsteps.

There is someone else.

Chu Qing frowned slightly and walked to the front. Sure enough, there was another figure next to An Ruoxue.

It was a man who looked less than 30 years old.

Du Baifan?

No!

Chu Qing denied it immediately.

The man's figure was extremely shrunken, standing behind An Ruoxue, with a look of letting it go.

"Brother Qing, let me introduce you. This is the chief designer of the decoration company under Senmu Construction. You can just call him Atai. This time, I called him here to help you design the planning and decoration. Do you think it's okay?"

Chu Qing nodded and glanced at the man. Don't say it, this An Ruoxue is really a pillow for you when you are sleepy. He was just thinking about whether to plan the periphery of Beishan Cemetery.

As a result, a professional came.

"Okay, do you have any ideas?" Chu Qing rarely took the initiative to ask An Ruoxue's opinion.

An Ruoxue nodded a little flattered: "Brother Qing, I want to build a few apartment buildings or some separate houses here. Do you think it's okay?"

Hmm? Chu Qing glanced at An Ruoxue who was looking forward to it.

He naturally understood the other party's little thoughts, although the weird density of the entire Los Angeles City is probably not more than Chu Qing's.

But it is precisely because of him that it is safer here, right?

Chu Qing thought for a while.

In the future, the scope of Beishan Cemetery will definitely be greatly increased.

The ability of the corner of the underworld requires a large area.

However, it is not a big deal to really build an apartment building or several separate residences to include it.

Especially for contractors like An Ruoxue, the Blood Ghost cannot leave Beishan Cemetery at present, and it is more convenient for contractors to accept tasks.

Not only An Ruoxue, Zhou Yingzhu can do the same.

In addition, the "Blood and Flesh Kitchen" of the Pig Chef just now gave him some ideas.

Since this Pig Chef can collect ghost money to do business and pay taxes, Chu Qing must give him some business customers, right?

Although it is a little less for the time being, in the future, just the contractors of the Death Apartment may be able to get a lot of ghost money.

The experience of the previous life told Chu Qing that directly pulling out the leeks was a way to catch fish in a dry pond. Only by continuously and intermittently cutting leeks and letting more ghost masters join in the future, can he stand behind the scenes and sit on the fishing platform!

Thinking of this, Chu Qing nodded:

"Okay, but choose a location carefully. When you have a plan, show it to me."

An Ruoxue smiled happily.

The surrounding area of ​​this cemetery today, let alone the villa manor of the Lin family, she would not change it even if she was given the Bai Palace to live in.

After talking about these trivial matters, it's time to get down to business.

An Ruoxue glanced at A Tai behind her, her expression returned to calm, and she ordered:

"A Tai, go get the tools and measure first."

After that, An Ruoxue ignored the look of the man named A Tai, and walked slowly with Chu Qing to the side of the big tombstone, and then whispered:

"Brother Qing, Gao Hong has replied to me, they will come early tomorrow morning, you prepare..."

A Tai looked at the man and woman standing alone in the middle of the big tomb in the dark night.

His palms trembled as he took out some measuring tools from the tool bag he brought.

Damn, if someone told him three days ago that he, the chief designer who had won many design awards, was going to design a tomb in such a ghost place, he would definitely slap him in the face.

What is his identity? He is not a Feng Shui master!

But now, he knows what it means to bow your head under the eaves.

A-Tai, with a stern face, came to the collapsed corner with tools. While measuring, he subconsciously raised his head.

In the dark and dilapidated room, a golden light flickered.

He subconsciously squinted his eyes and shone the flashlight over.

However, under a golden shrine, a statue of the God of Wealth with a sinister smile seemed to be staring at him.

At this moment, A-Tai felt a cold sweat running down his body. For some reason, he always felt that the statue of the God of Wealth seemed to be alive.

A gust of cold wind blew, drying the cold sweat instantly, and an indescribable coldness gradually spread.

A-Tai turned around.

Not far away, a huge crow was staring at him with its eyes like a wolf.

What was even more terrifying was that under the crow, in the extreme darkness, there seemed to be a strong shadow making a clattering sound.

In the sky, with the help of the blood-red light, he vaguely saw that it seemed to be a shadowy pig head?

An indescribable fear enveloped him.

Who could tell him what kind of hell this place was?