Extreme Yama System

After some cloud and rain, Xue Wusuan asked, "Where do you think people will go when they die?"

"After death? In superstition, people go to the underworld when they die. In scientific terms, people die when they die. There is no future."

"Then do you think it is better to have an underworld or not?"

"I think it's good to have an underworld."

"why?"

"Because there is an afterlife. Maybe the regrets in this life can be made up in the next life, isn't it good?"

Make up? afterlife?

Xue Wusuan was silent for a while. After smoking three cigarettes in a row, he said, "Have you ever thought about what I do?"

"I thought about it. I think you should be a big brother on the road. You have done something wrong and are hiding in Tibet." Zhou Huiru laughed herself as she said that.

She doesn't know why she is laughing, what's so funny? He was picked up by someone inexplicably, and then rescued inexplicably, and then he actually reunited with him thousands of kilometers away, and the flower shop he opened after his resignation took on his name. Isn't this feeling just self-indulgent? What is there to laugh about?

But she just wanted to laugh. It seems that the man's arms are poisonous.

"Big brother on the road? Hey, it used to be half a big brother. Now it's not. What I do is to take people's lives. Anyone's life is taken. Do you believe it?"

Zhou Huiru's heart skipped a beat, she gritted her teeth and nodded. She really believed it. Having seen Xue Wusuan's cruel side, she felt that the profession of "killer" was very suitable for Xue Wusuan.

Xue Wusuan shook his head, he knew that the woman in his arms did not understand what he said. But it doesn't matter. He was just looking for an audience.

"Let me tell you a story. There used to be a **** who didn't study well all day long, messed around everywhere, fought fiercely with others, got into trouble, spent time in prison..."

At first, Zhou Huiru could still understand what Xue Wusuan was saying, but later, what kind of Yama, what realm, what kind of becoming a god, isn't this too mystical? It's funny in my heart, I feel that this man's ability to make up stories is too poor. Xuanhu is too powerful, but it makes people laugh.

"You're laughing! Forget it, I told you that you didn't understand."

"Don't say it, I believe it."

"roll!"

After another uproar, Zhou Huiru was stunned by the toss again. It was the next morning when she woke up. He sat up abruptly, turned his head, there was no one beside him, he was stunned, he laughed at himself, but his eyes couldn't stop getting wet.

"Yo? Did you cry this early in the morning?"

"You! You didn't leave?"

"Shut up! Go downstairs and buy some soy milk fritters. Come and eat when you get up." Xue Wusuan lit his cigarette and pointed to the food bag on the table with a smile. To be honest, he really wanted to leave last night. In the end it stayed. Can't tell why.

"By the way, after you left last time, an old man came to me for some reason. He gave me a business card and asked me to hand it over to you, saying that he had business to discuss with you?"

Old man? Business?

Xue Wusuan took the business card, which contained a name and a phone number. He took a look at it and smiled. It turned out to be old man Jian Chen's business card.

This makes sense. Can the so-called business have anything other than soul poison?

She took Zhou Huiru's mobile phone and dialed the number on the business card. Picked up after two beeps.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Old man Jian, do you still remember me?"

"It's you! Where are you now? I'll be right here!" The voice was quite urgent.

Xue Wusuan smiled and said, "Where else can I be? In the county, Jinchengyuan Community, come if you want. But I can't wait for you for long."

"An hour! Wait an hour for me!"

Hang up the phone. Xue Wusuan grabbed a cup of soy milk and slid it, thinking about how to beat it later. But he saw Zhou Huiru's resentful eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. When are you leaving?"

"There should be four or five days, right? What? Can't bear to let me go?"

"Ok."

He actually nodded and admitted. Now it was Xue Wu's turn to be embarrassed. Annoyed in my heart: what is this called? Are ghosts over? Go special!

Fortunately, the old man Jian came faster than he said, making Xue Wuhuan's embarrassment for too long.

When he got to the living room and sat down, the old man winked repeatedly, hoping to talk to Xue Wusuan alone. Xue Wusuan ignored it directly.

"If you want to say it, say it! What wink are you showing?"

Zhou Huiru smiled, got up and said she wanted to go out to buy food, she went out consciously, leaving Xue Wusuan and Jian Chendan to chat.

"Tell me, what business is looking for me in such a hurry?"

"How much do you have in your hand?"

Poof! Xue Wusuan took a sip of tea and sprayed Jian Chen's face, and said angrily: "What's not good or not? I told you, that thing is called soul poison!"

"Okay, okay, soul poison, right? Do you still have it? Let's make a price, how much we want from Longhu Mountain!"

Jian Chen didn't want to be in such a hurry either. But that soul poison is really useful. Not long ago, I went abroad. A junior ghost king wounded four Taoist masters in a row. Finally, he wanted to run, but he was lightly dipped in soul poison, and immediately wilted. Although he could still move, his strength was strong. At most, only 30% remained, and then he was blown away.

Knowing that it is so easy to use, the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain are overjoyed, but even if they use it sparingly, it will not be used a few times. Even a few good Daoist sects have come to the mountain gate, thinking about asking for some to go back to study. But Longhushan is gone in his own hands.

The most irritating thing was that Xue Wu was so elusive that he couldn't find anyone at all. Now that the call finally came, how could they let them go?

"You don't need me or me for money. You know what I'm interested in."

Jian Chen nodded, took two thin books from his bag and pushed them in front of Xue Wusuan. Said: "Two ghost arts, you can see how much soul poison you can exchange."

Xue Wusuan didn't answer. The system had already given him an estimate. These were two third-grade ghost arts.

"Two bottles."

"Too little! At least three bottles!"

"It's just two bottles. These two books are about the same level as the ones you gave me before, so they have little research value. If you have better ones, I will naturally increase the price."

The old man Jian Chen pouted, and reluctantly took out another copy and put it on the table. Xue Wusuan took a look, oh, fourth-grade ghost art? ! Doesn't this mean that it is a means of breaking the ghost realm?

"How about this one? How many bottles can I change?"

Xue Wusuan pondered for a while and said, "This book can be exchanged for five bottles. A total of eight bottles are counted for you, and an extra bottle is a gift for you. It's not just a ghost technique, you can give me any good things in the future. Look, I want the right one, absolutely high price!"

This ghost technique was acquired by the old man Jianchen along with his master when he was young, from the surrendered ghost king. Although he knew it was rare, he didn't expect it to be worth five bottles of soul poison. He was naturally overjoyed, five bottles of soul poison meant that he could use it to subdue at least three such ghost kings. Great deal!

With a swipe of his hand, he directly took the eight bottles on the table, and asked with a smile, "That's fine, but how can I contact you?"

"You don't need to contact me. If you have anything to do, leave a message to Zhou Huiru, and I will contact you when I get back."

"Where are you usually? No phone?"

"Hell."