I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

Wang Dafu's surprised expression froze on his face.

He finally realized why Song and Li looked at him like that.

He has already had a relationship with that unknown being.

Even, this time he took the initiative to invite the other party to help.

That.

What is the price?

A tricky call will kill him.

Yang Shou, who is even more weird than the weird call, what is the price he needs to pay?

Although I haven't asked yet.

But Wang Dafu already knew that the strange caller must have died, perhaps worse than death.

Just like Hongguang's homeland, the terrifying regular monster sank into the black ocean.

On the contrary, Song Mingqiang and Li Zheng looked dignified.

"Mr. Yang, we just chatted casually.

"That weird call..."

Song Mingqiang asked cautiously.

The strange call was mysterious and strange, causing death spread in Jinghai City.

No one knows how strong he is.

The only thing that is certain is that even a certain fierce and strong man died after receiving the death call.

And in the ranking of the death forum.

Among the top ten trick senders, the trick call ranks second!

Mr. Yang is a strong man that the director wants to avoid.

But how long have you been gone, why did you come back?

"There will be no more weird calls from now on."

Yang Shou said something casually, ignoring the terrified Song and Li, but took two steps towards the center of the room and stretched out his hand.

A bright pile of gold bars appeared in the clearing.

"Wang Dafu, you can exchange these gold bars for me."

"It's better to have cash."

"Convenient."

"Ah?" The golden light reflected, and Wang Dafu's face also glowed yellow, "Mr. Yang, do you need money?"

"I can't accept these gold bars."

"As much as you need, I will give it to you.

For Wang Dafu, money is irrelevant.

If the unknown cost is this.

He is willing to give anything.

It's a pity that Yang Shou doesn't value money either, "Didn't you start a company?"

"I don't understand this, but the flow of funds should not be tampered with, right?"

"Just exchange these gold bars for money and give them to me."

"I happen to have some ideas about your company that I need your help with."

Reality has always existed against him.

Especially after he shot in reality, it became more and more obvious.

Yang Shou is not sure when he will be excluded from reality.

So prepare to plan ahead and place some useful people on Blue Star.

He was very clear in his heart.

No matter how similar the world of Ping An Community is to reality.

There must be only one real world root.

That is the blue star where humans are located.

At present, there are Midnight Butcher and Vortex that can be used for the time being.

Ordinary people should also have a power related to themselves.

After all, in many cases, only the largest number of ordinary people are the most likely to discover the weirdness hidden deep in reality.

Moreover, some unimportant things do not need to be done in person, but can be handed over to these people.

Therefore, he found Wang Dafu.

Judging from various signs, Wang Dafu has a wide network of contacts, the company is quite large, and he is an old friend who met in the grave, and has a relationship foundation.

Yang Shou smiled and looked at the other party, "You don't want to?"

"No...No, I am willing." Wang Dafu's forehead began to sweat again.

"Don't worry, there are many advantages to doing business with me."

"For example, if you are tired of living, you can come to me, and I will arrange for you to enter a different world of death."

"How about it, are you looking forward to it?"

I haven't seen my neighbors in Ping'an District for a long time.

Yang Shou has begun to miss Wang Aunt's pork ribs.

The whole community is quiet and peaceful, and nothing bad has ever happened.

In his memory, it was the best paradise.

He promised that after Wang Dafu's death, he would bring Wang Dafu to live in Ping'an Community.

It is a dreamland that is more beautiful than reality.

But Fatty Wang broke out in a cold sweat, he only felt that Yang Shou was threatening him.

A different world of death......

Is it scarier than hell?

"Mr. Yang, is Guilai really dead?"

On the other side, Song Mingqiang hesitated for a while, but still asked.

It's not that he doesn't believe that Yang Shou is better than a sneaky call.

It's just that the vicious trickster who had troubled Jinghai for so long died in just two or three hours.

It seems too unreal.

"You don't believe me`"?"

"I'd love to show you the evidence, like his body or his stump or something.

"But it's a pity." Yang Shou shook his head, "He died very cleanly, not even ash left."

Song Mingqiang and Li Zheng's lips turned pale, and they shuddered inexplicably.

They vaguely feel that Yang Shou's attitude towards death is too calm.

"This matter is very important, and we may have to report it to the director."

Feeling apprehensive, Song Mingqiang avoided Yang Shou's sight.

The Bureau of Conspiracy is an official organization, and one of its main responsibilities is to monitor and control the hidden secrets that may cause harm.

If the target is particularly dangerous, the Bureau of Conspiracy will also use means to force containment or processing.

But here at Yang Shou, Song Mingqiang was only worried about whether Yang Shou would have a bad opinion of the conspiracy.

"Is this the director's fear?"

"An existence that easily solves the strange call."

"It's not the Bureau of Conspiracy thinking about what to do with him, it's him thinking about what to do with the Bureau of Wisdom!"

Thinking of this, Song Mingli lowered his head even lower.

"It doesn't matter, you can report normally." Yang Shou didn't care, "I have dealt with your director."

"He knows mine.

"He told me that he was little Tu.

"The personality is a bit reckless, but it's not bad that you can correct your mistakes."

Song Mingqiang and Li Zheng also began to break out in a cold sweat.

That's the number one trickster in Jinghai, with a butcher's knife, who claims to kill all the weird tenants in the world!

Perhaps only Yang Shou would call him Xiaotu.

Others don't call it that, maybe they have heard this name, and they may be chopped into scorpions by the butcher.

"You must never expose your knowledge of this."

The two wiped their sweat, looked at each other without any trace, and made a tacit decision.

"When you go back to the Conspiracy Bureau, help me investigate something by the way."

Yang Shou spoke again, and looked at Wang Dafu at the same time: "You have a lot of contacts, so check it out too.

"It should be in Jinghai."

"A family of five died tragically at the same time."

"The elderly, couples, and a child around six or seven years old.

"Notify in time if there is news."

"By the way, don't investigate too deeply.

"They're kind of dangerous."

A family of five died tragically.

Something to do with dungeons or trick senders?

Danger?

Song Mingqiang's heart moved, and he couldn't help asking:

"Compared with the sneaky call, is it more dangerous?"

Yang Shou took a look and nodded: "Let me tell you, they are at least equivalent to a sly call.

The five monsters on the Broken Family Portrait are all the most powerful evil spirits.

In a one-on-one situation, the kid who called him Uncle could blow up the phone calls.

Not to mention that the five weirdnesses are fused together, which can be compared to a fierce god.

It is an understatement to say that it is equivalent to ten tricky calls.

"Ten creepy calls!?"

Song Mingqiang exclaimed.

All of them made it difficult for the Conspiracy Bureau to do anything about it, but how terrifying would the tragic death of a family of five be?

At this time, Li Zheng, who had been silent all this time, asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Yang, like me and Song Mingqiang, what's the difference in strength compared to Gui Calling?"

They don't know the specific strength of the treacherous call.

But he still knows a lot about himself.

"You guys?" Yang Shou frowned and thought about it seriously, Hui Neng Ji called at least one of you. "

The power of the curse is still quite scary.

Especially when facing the weirdness with lower strength.

Yang Shou said so, it is still a conservative estimate.

In fact, he suspected that a few words from the tricky phone call would be able to curse Song and Li to death.

Hearing this answer, Li Zheng opened his mouth.

He also wanted to ask how many of them could compare to Yang Shou.

But, after thinking about it, Yang Shou's investigation into the tragic death of five people must be to hunt and kill each other, to be stronger.

And he did the math, the comparison between them and the tricky call, and the tragic death of five people.

In the end, he was too embarrassed to ask.

He was worried that that number would make him feel weird and out of control immediately.

"Okay, I'll go first."

Before leaving, Yang Shou patted Wang Dafu on the shoulder to show his kindness, "Follow me and take care of yourself.

"I'll cover you down there."

"Much...thank you, Mr. Yang."

Wang Dafu felt bitter, what should I say when I go back.

The kung fu of bowing your head and bending over, then raising your head.

There were only three people left in the room.

In the silent room.

The three were silent.

Within seconds.

Their phones vibrated at the same time.

The same sentence was displayed on the three mobile phones.

【Ha ha】

Three o'clock in the morning.

On both sides of the street, the street lights were dim and could only illuminate a distance of one or two meters around.

In more places, the Lord of Summer fell into the black night.

The neon signs and signs of some shops are still on.

I don't know if it's because of the aging of the wiring or what, most of the lights are a little flickering.

In the flickering conditions, the streets in the middle of the night look even more gloomy.

With a long shadow, Yang Shou stood on the side of the street, waiting patiently for a taxi.

After finding and solving the weird call, it thoroughly proves the existence of the weird aggregation feature.

He looked forward to the appearance of the tricky taxi even more.

As long as you persevere, you will always encounter this moving, vicious dungeon.

"It's fierce."

Yang Shou stared at the dark street in the distance with fiery eyes.

Yes, after a while, let alone a taxi, I didn't even see a taxi from Yintong.

"Is the driver Jinghai so timid?"

"Isn't it haunted by ghosts and no business?"

After waiting for another ten minutes, Yang Shou gave up completely.

He was going to teleport directly to the black building.

Let's go and see if the Midnight Butcher and the Vortex can deter those perverted killers.

"It suddenly occurred to me."

"Huang Ye's strength is not bad. Covering his face is weird. If he continues to improve, he will not be worse than fierce."

"Go and see him tomorrow."

"I don't know which hospital he went to for treatment of mental illness."

"I'll ask you a question by the way."

Yang Shou thought about it, and prepared to send it.

But at this moment, two bright headlights were seen in the distance.

A car was coming straight this way.

It turned on the high beam, and the light was extremely dazzling, and it was projected on Yang Shou.

Seeing it, Yang Shou suddenly thought of a title that other people jokingly called.

high beam dog.

Under his gaze with great interest, the Yuanguang dog stopped in front of him.

Pause for ten or twenty seconds.

Yang Shou

didn't move.

The car didn't move either.

"This guy……………"

In the driver's seat, a driver wearing a peaked cap squinted his eyes, stretched out his foot, kicked the watermelon knife wrapped in newspaper, and kicked it under the seat.

"Friend, how about a taxi?"

"Where are you going, if it's not far away, I can take you there.

Rolling the window, the driver poked his head out and asked with a smile.

"That's good, I'm not far from where I'm going."

Yang Shou didn't refuse, and walked over, trying to open the co-pilot's door.

"Sit in the back?" The driver's heart tightened, but he still pretended to be nonchalant, covering the newspaper bag under the seat with his foot, "There is something wrong with the co-pilot, it will show up."

"No problem, as long as you are happy."

Yang Shou agreed, opened the door and sat in the back row, "The place I'm going to is not far away, but it's within the scope of a village in the city, so it might be a bit desolate.

"Desolation? It's better to be desolate."

The driver lowered his peaked cap, revealing only the corners of his raised mouth.

The wilder it is, the easier it is to do it.

Yang Shou gave the address near Heilou as if he didn't hear what the driver said.

After starting the vehicle, the driver heard the address and looked at Yang Shou through the rearview mirror.

In his early twenties, his smile looks quite simple and honest, he should be just a fresh graduate or something.

"Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"Where you are going is very close to where I live."

"But I guess you haven't heard of it."

The driver stared at the rearview mirror, observing Yang Shou's reaction, "Heilou, do you know where this place is?"

Yang Shou was surprised and said:

"Black building? Is it a black building?"

"Is there such a place?"

"Of course, the world is full of wonders."

The driver smiled reassuringly.

Yang Shou asked, "You're not a local, are you?"

"How do you know?" The driver felt a sudden in his heart, and felt that his accent was fine, "How did you hear it?"

"It's not listening, it's guessing.

"Jinghai is making a lot of weird noises."

"Crafty taxis, (Zhao Zhaozhao) and tricky passengers, very few people solicit customers at night, and even if they do, they dare not let them sit in the back."

Yang Shou leaned on the back pillow and said with a smile.

"So that's how it is."

The driver glanced at Yang Shou a few more times, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a tricky driver?"

"Of course I'm not afraid, let me tell you a secret." Yang Shou whispered: "Actually, I've been looking for it.

"Ha." The driver laughed, but his face under the peaked cap was very cold, "Do you dare to find a tricky driver?

"You're not pretending to be a passenger, are you?"

Yang Shou smiled, "I'm not pretending."

I know you dare not pretend!

The driver squinted his eyes and continued to drive the vehicle.

The street lights on both sides are slowly decreasing.

High-rise buildings are also decreasing.

There is a way, and even some bumps.

When driving on it, under the driver's seat, the watermelon knife wrapped in newspaper bumped and bumped, making noise all the time.

In order to divert Yang Shou's attention, the same plane took the initiative to provoke the topic:

"Don't you want to ask me why I came to Jinghai and why I went out in the middle of the night?"

Yang Shou said lazily:

"not interested."

This attitude made the driver hesitate, and then he said to himself:

"I came to Jinghai because there is a person I admire very much."

"In my line of work, he can be the symbol of the highest art palace.

"I heard that he had a class here, so I bought a ticket and rushed over immediately."

"I want to learn better techniques.

Yang Shou didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows.

"As for me coming out so late at night, it's because our line of work is quite special."

"If you want to practice your skills, you have to pick this time."

"I know, you must think that I'm talking about driving late at night, right?"

"However, you may not guess the truth at all."

Under the peaked cap, the driver's eyes became excited, he looked at the surrounding environment, and barely suppressed the excitement:

"We're almost at the place you said."

"It's getting wilder.",