The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 169 The Stolen Lifespan
Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo went directly to the writer who was recuperating, and the writer was talking to Li Yun about "retreat".

The "retreat" of writers is about to become commonplace.

They directly told the uncontrollable events that happened in Yangjian.

Qiao Yimo thought of the powerlessness she felt when she tried, "That feeling is very special, uncontrollable, and even lost for a moment."

Shocked Po Meng blurted out, "Is it possible that this will affect the underworld?"

neither knows!
After all, if you want to, you have never directly controlled ghosts.

Yan Jun thought about it carefully, and suddenly said, "One of the ghost king's twelve ghost knives is called the Blade of Desire." Has it been involved in the ghost king again?

Qiao Yimo doesn't like everything left by the ghost king.

Yan Jun raised his head and looked at them seriously, "This blade can use the user's desire to control everything. If it can control people and ghosts and guide the formation and development of events, it is not impossible."

What to do now?The situation is quite serious.

Yan Jun leaned back suddenly, "I'm too tired."

Qiao Yimo was stunned by the writer's sudden complaint, apparently not knowing how to respond.

Yan Jun glanced at her, "Because I helped you, my vitality was seriously injured. I want to retreat and retreat again, and I can't go to Yangjian again."

It was as if he often went to Yangjian!
"I'll go!" Meng Po blurted out, "I can't let such a scourge stay in the world."

Fu Moshen shook his head lightly, "And then? Are you controlled? The underworld is like being wiped out."

It's not that Meng Po is equivalent to the existence of the underworld, but that she knows the underworld like the back of the hand.

It may not be impossible to control her to control the underworld.

Meng Po asked in astonishment, "Is it so powerful?"

Yan Jun asked again, "Do you want to rest for a while? See if you have dark circles under your eyes."

Fu Mo touched his face deeply.

Yan Jun shook his head, "It's not very convenient to have a body, fatigue is obvious at a glance."

Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo immediately made a decision to rest in place and do other things by the way.

Yan Jun couldn't hold on, and officially entered the "retreat".

After Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo rested, they also began to study how to control the writer.

You don't have to control him all the time, just temporarily.

"I think that as long as the ghost knife is taken away, he will die." Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"

Fu Moshen was writing and drawing in the air, his expression was a little solemn, but he agreed with Qiao Yimo's idea, "The main thing is to seize the ghost knife."

The tone of the formation has already been set.

At this time, Meng Po, who was in charge of delivering Meng Po's soup, was so tired that she was in a daze.

Ghosts, lots of ghosts.

After drinking Mengpo soup, these innocent souls who committed suicide all melted into the Wangchuan River, so that the river was about to overflow.

Granny Meng took a break and looked at the river when she suddenly had an idea.

"Zhang Jin, why are there so many people committing suicide?" Granny Meng had a bad feeling.

With his arms hanging down, Zhang Jin also felt particularly hard, "Recently, there are too many people suffering from depression, and the pressure of life is gradually increasing."

These are not the point.

Po Meng looked at Zhang Jin firmly, "Do you think it's possible that they don't even know that they committed suicide?"

Just as Zhang Jin wanted to say, "You didn't wake up, did you?", but as if thinking of something, he turned his head and looked at one of the ghosts who were about to get on the bridge.

"Come here." Zhang Jin said.

When the innocent soul heard Zhang Jin's shout, he instinctively wanted to back away, but was pushed heavily by the underworld messenger behind him, and couldn't help coming to Po Meng and Zhang Jin.

The trembling soul didn't know how to face these evils.

Zhang Jin cleared his throat, and asked him with a businesslike look, "Why did you commit suicide?"

The innocent soul still remembered the events of the previous life, but when faced with Zhang Jin's question, he tilted his head, "Can't you?"

What's wrong with this?

You are all dead!

Zhang Jin changed the way of asking, "Do you still remember what happened before you committed suicide?"

The injustice began to chatter, once this ghost loses its vitality, it will become a chatterer, wishing to tell all the injustices during his lifetime, and then ask the errand to make a judgment.

When Po Meng was listening to the story told by the innocent soul, she had already handed Po Meng the soup.

After the ghost drank, he crossed the bridge and turned into a part of Wangchuan water.

Meng Po looked at Zhang Jin, "This is not a small matter."

Zhang Jin did not expect such a possibility, "You still remember what he said, he became friends with a favorite author, and gave everything to the author before he died..."

Give away all your wealth to a stranger?Is this too fond of reading novels?

After the group of innocent souls crossed the bridge, Po Meng turned to face the Wangchuan River.

"These souls will not be able to reincarnate again in the future." Po Meng said leisurely, "This Hanoi is full of resentment, and I'm afraid it will cover the entire underworld."

She suddenly thought of the "author" mentioned by Qiao Yimo, "You pass me the soup, I'll go find Yimo."

ah?When Zhang Jin wanted to refuse, it was too late.

Po Meng thought of a possibility, if the writer led these people to commit suicide and then took away their property, wouldn't it be...

With an innocent face, Zhang Jin could only stand in front of the bridge and began to pass soup.

What a coincidence, a colleague sent a new batch of innocent souls here.

"So many." Zhang Jin felt uneasy because of Granny Meng's words, so he asked directly, "Do you all have a friend who is a writer?"

"Yes..." they answered.

Zhang Jin's scalp felt numb immediately, and he directly stuffed the bowl in his hand to the colleague who just came over.

Yincha was staggering, his soul and body were unstable, and suddenly Zhang Jin was so frightened that he immediately shouted angrily, "What's the matter with you all? We are all too busy to take care of ourselves, and you are still sending me off for Granny Meng." Tang? And that Zhou Nianci, who follows his mortal boyfriend every day, you should be deducted from performance."

No ghost would take care of him.

This poor errand could only carry the soup, and delivered the soup as if resigned to his fate, "I will stay away from them in the future."

When Zhang Jin arrived, Granny Meng happened to tell what he speculated, and he also said, "Just now a new group of ghosts came in. I asked, and they all have a friend who is a writer."

have?This is definitely not a coincidence.

"Qiona." Qiao Yimo suddenly called out.

In their eyes, it all started with Jonah.

Jonah could be in danger.

go!
Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo quickly disappeared into the underworld, without giving Po Meng and Zhang Jin time to react.

When they reappeared, they came directly to Qiao An's house.

The first thing I saw was Joan who was about to jump off the building.

Joan was delirious and said "I'm going to die" while saying "I'm going to give him my property".

(End of this chapter)