May, who was spat out, burst into tears and complained angrily, "She ate me, she actually ate me!"

"She bullies me!"

The vanity ghost was immobilized by the invisible pressure, and said with a sneer, "If you want to kill me, just do it! Otherwise, I will let you never have peace."

Her eyes were red, staring at Susie viciously.

Suddenly, Mitch raised his hand and punched her on the head.

"How dare you threaten my apprentice!"

The vanity ghost's head was punched like this, and it flew out immediately, rolling to Wade's feet.

Susie opened her mouth wide, her eyes followed the fat aunt's head and finally landed in front of Wade.

Wade swallowed, "What are you looking at?"

Susie pointed at the vanity ghost's head, "The fat aunt's head fell off and rolled under your feet!"

Wade Murray was shocked!

He stood up immediately and sat down next to Susie.

"The sofa is not very comfortable, I'd better sit here."

Susie nodded, "I understand."

Wade didn't want to explain anymore.

As soon as Mitch raised his hand, the vanity ghost's head flew back.

He sat cross-legged, propped his chin, and said casually, "How did you die?"

The vanity ghost sneered, "Save your time, I won’t tell you."

Mitch raised his hand, slapped her head out again, and then pulled it back like a yo-yo.

"How did you die?"

The female ghost felt her head buzzing.

Although it was totally fine that a ghost could tear the head off, it didn't mean that she would be fine if she was slapped like this by Mitch. Mitch was not an ordinary ghost!

"You!" the vanity ghost was annoyed.

Mitch slapped her head out again, "Oh, don't tell me?"

The vanity ghost still kept her mouth shut.

Susie on the side stared with wide eyes.

So there was one more way to deal with ghosts and she had learned it.

Mitch said, "Juicy, come here."

The vanity ghost instantly remembered the scene of being thrown by Susie like a sandbag, and said, "A gentleman should use his tongue but not his fists!"

The vanity ghost thought that Susie was even scarier than Mitch. If she was in that little girl’s hands, she didn't have the strength to fight back at all.

The vanity ghost just felt aggrieved, and said helplessly, "My name is Remi, and I was from a rich family."

Susie suddenly asked, "Really?"

The vanity ghost held back, and finally said, "I worked hard to become rich."

Susie and Mitch looked at her in disbelief.

Susie, a child, intuitively sensed that the vanity ghost was lying.

Mitch was speechless that a vanity ghost could be so vain even after being dead.

The vanity ghost finally had to say, "I worked in a printing factory when I was alive."

It turned out that Remi was a female worker in a printing factory and spent every day in the workshop.

But she was quite lucky. Once she was late for overtime, and just happened to meet the boss’ daughter who kindly gave her a ride, and the two became friends by accident.

"My relationship with her was getting better and better. She often took me home for dinner."

The vanity ghost licked her lips, "That was when I realized that beef had a different taste, and the meat of shrimp was full and firm..."

"Until then, I always thought the shrimp was half empty inside."

Mitch probably understood that she should be talking about stale dead shrimp.

Shrimp contained high histidine, which was the reason why shrimp tasted delicious, but when it died, it would be quickly decomposed and spoiled by bacteria. At this time, the shrimp would become loose and give off a pungent smell.

This kind of shrimp was usually bought by small restaurants or roadside stalls. A lot of seasoning was added to cover up the spoilage smell. When you eat it, you could almost see it as an empty shell.

Susie asked, "And then?"

Wade, who couldn't hear or see from the side, was secretly anxious.

When he didn't want to see ghosts, he suddenly saw ghosts. Now he wanted to hear how the vanity ghost died, but he could only wait for Susie to finish asking.

The vanity ghost said, "She’s my best friend. She gave me the clothes she no longer wore, and some bags and jewelry."

In the beginning, she was really happy, even if it was clothes that her best friend didn't want, but for her, those clothes were still something she could never afford.

Her best friend's father was not only the boss of the printing factory but also the president of a large group.

That printing factory was just one of the many small workshops in their family.

"Because of my best friend, I enjoyed a life that I never dared to dream of."

She worked in a printing factory during the day and went shopping with her bestie after work. She followed beside her, enjoying the envious eyes of others as if she was also a rich and beautiful woman.

"Once I took a break and played at her house, the manager of a luxurious brand personally delivered all their new products of the season to let her choose."

"That day she spent thousands of dollars in one go, and the store manager smiled and took away the rest that she didn't like."

Remi said in a daze, "I just found out that this was how rich people buy clothes. The luxury goods sold in the store were all styles that rich people choose and then didn't want."

Originally, she thought that being able to go shopping with her bestie was already a matter of great honor.

Then she realized that the real honor was that the store manager personally delivered the goods to the door.

What kind of life was this?

The store manager's flattering and smiling face, as well as the money she spent one day, left a deep impression on her.

Because of that batch of clothes, she took over some luxury brand dresses that her best friend had just bought.

She was wearing an expensive skirt, carrying a beautiful bag, and wearing well-designed shoes, walking on the street.

Holding a cup of the most common Starbucks in her hand had already cost her much!

"How could I still live in the ten-person dormitory in the factory? That didn't deserve my status at all!"

Mitch was speechless for a moment.

It was true that after wearing good clothes for a long time, people would forget what kind of bastard they were.

"And then?" Susie propped her chin as if listening to a story.

Remi said, "That's why I wanted to rent a house outside. When I was renting a house, the agent saw that I was wearing famous brands, so he was very attentive and introduced me to high-end apartments."

The agency's fawning and envious eyes, as well as compliments on her fair skin from time to time, ruthlessly satisfied her vanity.

Of course, she was fair. She was in the printing factory every day, leaving for the factory at 7:30 in the morning, and if she worked overtime, she would not return to the dormitory until 11:00 in the evening.

She barely saw the sun, so of course her skin was fair.

But amidst the praise from the agency, she really regarded herself as a rich lady.

"So, I paid 1000 a month to rent a small apartment."

She regretted it when she signed the contract, but she couldn't help it, the agency just looked at her eagerly.

The salary in the factory ten years ago was only more than 800 a month for working overtime.

Susie pinched her fingers and counted, "The salary is 800, the rent is 1000, and it's still..."

Wade Murray on the side said, "It's still 200 lacks."

Susie looked surprised, "That is still a lot of money! Fat aunt, where are you going to ask for money?"

Remi smiled wryly, "Yes, where can I get it..."

To rent that apartment, she had to take out 3000 dollars at once.

She had worked in the factory for so long, but she only saved 500 dollars.