"Mr. Zhao, I want to see my late ex-wife." A burly man sobbed, his nose running.
Zhao Ming closed the little notebook in front of him, too lazy to call him out. "I don't take jobs from scumbags."
"Mr. Zhao, the King of Hell himself said he wants this little ghost brought back. Please, won't you help?" Bai Wuchang beamed ingratiatingly.
"Then let the King of Hell come tell me himself. No one lays a hand on a ghost I want to protect."
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