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[Advance collection of "Shadow Tollbooth", the copy is at the bottom. [The previous short story was expanded into a long story, and the short story will be placed in the extra chapter after the main text is completed. [Not a strong woman. Yang Qingshan was only fifteen years old the day he fled the small village. The small village is isolated and backward, where men eat women and women eat children. Carrying a few shabby clothes, she traveled all night, holding in her breath and vowing to become a human being. After climbing over mountains, until the soles of my feet were bleeding, I finally arrived in Guangzhou. In the 1990s, the spring breeze was everywhere and the country was full of vitality. She stood at the cusp of time and destiny, at a loss. Destiny will never favor a malnourished bean sprouts. What's more, she only finished junior high school. No education, no qualifications, no support. He couldn't even find a job to support himself. Yang Qingshan huddled under the bridge and gritted his silver teeth. Even if I die, I will die in Guangzhou. After sleeping in a bridge cave for three days, I was hungry and cold. Unexpectedly, a kind-hearted elder sister took her home. The man said to her: You need to settle down, study, and make a career. Then. Yang Qingshan registered her household registration, went to high school, and had a new and bright life. Male protagonist's perspective: Gao Yang dropped out of school at the age of seventeen and became the breadwinner of his family. In addition to making money, I also think about paying off debts. Until one day. When he was carrying a box of beer to the dance hall, he saw a new girl. Timid and as thin as a kitten. Partially born eyes are particularly lively. By some strange coincidence, he invited someone to drink a bottle of Coke that he couldn't bear to drink. After that, the girl always liked to run to the place where he worked and quietly watch him busy, her eyes bright. Those days were the rare comfortable times in his life. I thought everything was slowly getting better. His father, who had been missing for many years, suddenly returned. Hope is shattered cleanly in an instant. He swallowed his pain silently, not wanting others to see his embarrassment. But the little girl always seemed to be able to understand his heart. She held his hand and smiled warmly and confidently: "It's better to do it yourself and be your own boss than to be manipulated by others all the time." Gao Yang suddenly heard his heart beat suddenly. Deafening. He thought, this girl is really pretty. It's good to see... His hopeless life has a reason to climb up. [The three views in the article do not represent the author's three views, but are only related to the characters. [The following is the advance payment————] "Ghost Tollbooth" The economy of the underworld has been declining year after year, and the national treasury cannot make ends meet. Seeing that even the wages of black and white are almost no longer being paid, the Lord of Hell is so anxious that he finally slaps his forehead and promulgates a perverted and outrageous regulation for the souls of the dead—— [If you want to cross the Wangchuan River, you must pay money first. Because of this, He Wei, a ghost from the bottom of the underworld, was forced to take up his post and became a ghost toll collector. But this job was thankless. He was pointed at and scolded by various ghosts every day, and was scolded by his boss every day. He Wei endured it again and again, and held it back again and again. The nodules almost grew to his Adam's apple. Finally, he slammed the table - I quit! I want to set up my own business! However, reality forced him to recognize himself clearly. He was just a low-level ghost who wanted money but no money and no life. He still had to go to work. Not only that, his unscrupulous leader also took advantage of this to give him a small shoe, allowing him to work part-time as a ghost spiritual mentor, responsible for enlightening the unlucky ghosts who couldn't figure it out every day. This job is simply not done by ghosts. In just three days, his energy was sucked dry. He Wei cried and went to the leader: [Leader, send me a psychological committee member, I am not happy! The bastard leader said that the number of people in the underworld has dropped sharply and they can only do multiple jobs, so why should they cowardly accept it again? Until an ordinary rainy night, a videotape that can be played in an infinite loop appears out of thin air at the toll booth. He Wei was dragged in as an extra by this damn videotape, and he accidentally discovered that all the extras were familiar faces. The medicine lady who makes soup in Wangchuan River, the ghost messenger who arrests the soul, the undead waiting for the afterlife, etc. Here, he must blend in and maintain his daily performance. Once discovered by other actors, he will be assimilated and become part of the video tape. He Wei didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only temporarily suppress his doubts and hide them. The first cycle ended with blood dripping from under the neighbor's door. In the second cycle, the neighbor's door turned into a large swath of red meat. In the third cycle, the entire corridor seemed to have turned into bloody internal organs. Until he discovers that this videotape is a huge lie, which covers death with aesthetics. The more viewers watch, the stronger the loop becomes, and everyone becomes an invisibly accomplice. He Wei can't pretend anymore. He will go crazy if he stays in this ghost place for one more day. He has to break the rules! —— [It turns out that the most precious transfer capital has never been the ghost coins. [Our job is to help every unfinished soul to finish the last stroke. It is a non-traditional underworld with private settings in the text. Purpose: live a good life