Daughter-in-law

Chapter 897
Seen in this strange space, everyone is transformed into a strange puppet, and even the voice has changed.

Although I don't know what the meaning of doing this is, it just happens to be convenient for me now, because no one has discovered that I am not that Lan.

"Are you in Jishui now? We are in Zhoucheng, and we just posted the traces left by the mansion. He should have been here. Would you like to take a look together?"

At this moment, one of the puppets spoke to me.

Hearing what he said, I couldn't help being stunned for a moment. These two guys should be what Lan told me, her two companions who are going to Jishui.

But listening to them now, it seems that something has been discovered in Zhoucheng.

"Okay, you follow first, I'll be right there." I said directly to the two puppets.

They can't let them know about Lan's injury, otherwise these two guys will definitely do something wrong, and it will be a little troublesome, so I will fool them first.

"Okay then, let's look for it first, come quickly!"

"Okay, I'll leave as soon as possible." I nodded.

It's just that after that, the two puppets didn't make any sound again, and after a while, the figure slowly disappeared.

Seeing this situation, I was stunned for a moment, and then thought, those two products should be offline.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time let go of the green stone in my hand.

The next moment, I walked out of that strange space and returned to that hotel.

The old daoist and Duanmuqing stared at me with wide eyes, seeing that I had recovered, the old daoist asked worriedly: "Boss, what happened just now?"

"It's nothing, this thing is the communication device they use to communicate. I just chatted with her two companions." I said to the old Taoist.

The experience just now was amazing and made me feel very refreshed.

With this stone, I will be the first to know if there is any trouble in the law enforcement team in the future.

Anyway, in that weird space, everyone is a puppet, even the voice has changed, no one will recognize that I am not Lan, so my identity will not be revealed.

While thinking about it, I put the stone in my pocket, and then asked the old man to carry Lan to the car, and go back to the shop first.

Back in the shop, I asked the old man to help that Lan tidy up first.

After all, there are blood holes all over her body now, and it's time to mend the seams.

She couldn't go to the hospital in this situation, her heart was gone, no matter which hospital she was in, she was hostile to a corpse.

I asked the old man to sew up the wound on her body with a needle and thread. Whether she can survive or not depends on her.

But I've checked, and although this Lan's soul has been severely damaged, it's still not gone. I think she should be able to survive.

Guys of their level will be noticed once they fall.

So I actually don't want her to die so soon. If she dies in Jishui, I will be in trouble.

It's good to be in a coma like now, and the stone is in my hands, so I can pretend to be her to inquire about the secrets of the law enforcement team.

Lan was assigned to the second floor by me. The people in the shop are now living in the nursing home, but two days later, Xiaobai also returned to the shop.

Of course, Xiaobai came back with my consent.

There are monsters in her big fire nursing home, which makes her feel very uncomfortable, and she can't sleep at all unless she sleeps with her master.

Now Xiaobai is more and more like a little girl, and more and more likes to be around me.

Besides, Lan is now in a coma, and he doesn't know when he will wake up. Xiaobai's return to the shop is not a big problem.

In the evening, I took a shower, then lay on the bed with the cute female zombie in my arms, and was drowsy when the phone rang.

I was a little annoyed, I don't know which guy called me so late, I picked up the phone and checked, it was actually Duanmuqing calling.

"What's the matter?"

I answered the phone and said angrily.

"Hey, Big Ear, what the hell are you doing?" Duanmuqing's voice came from the phone.

"I'm going to sleep, tell me something!" I yelled at him directly.

"Sleep, go to my noodle shop quickly, some ghosts are going to hell today, I'm not in the noodle shop, you help me to save them." Duan Muqing said on the other side.

Hearing this guy's words, my nose almost crooked.

Damn it, I'm a headhunter now, and you're an underling of Lao Tzu's. What you do is to save ghosts, and now you want me to help, are you a headhunter or am I a headhunter!
With my mobile phone in hand, I was about to scold Duanmuqing.

It's just that the guy's voice came over again: "It's not that I'm lazy, I started a live broadcast today, and now I'm in a nursing home, and I can't go back. Today's income is quite good, you can help me deal with it first."

Hearing Duanmuqing's words, I swallowed back the words I had prepared to scold him.

It turned out that this was the case, that guy was broadcasting live today.

"Master, Duanmu's live broadcast room is really popular, there are more than [-] people now." Xiaobai on the side held his phone with envy on his face.

Hearing Xiaobai's words, the corners of my mouth twitched, and then I said to Duanmuqing: "It's just sending a few ghosts to the underworld, I can do this kind of trivial matter, you can live broadcast with peace of mind, live with peace of mind."

I hung up the phone, put on my clothes and went downstairs.

Although it made me feel very uncomfortable to help Duanmu Qingchao save his ghost this night, but now I don't feel any resentment in my heart.

Because Duanmu is live broadcasting, and the live broadcast room is extremely hot, it's all money!

I have a commission for his live broadcast income, the more popular he is, the more I earn, so I can't be angry, who would have trouble with money?

I came to Duanmuqing's noodle shop and smiled wryly.

Making money is indeed very easy to satisfy people, but that guy Duanmu is now a bad job, a bad job, not to save ghosts, but to start a live broadcast.

I don't know how the guys in the Yin Division will feel if they find out, and whether they will directly expel a scum like Duan Muqing from the Yin Division.

Shaking my head, I opened the door of Duanmuqing's noodle shop for a year, and walked out.

"A barrel!"

"Twenty thousand."

The room was pitch-black, but even so, the sound of mahjong continued, and someone was playing mahjong inside.

I frowned and glanced at the corner of the wall.

There is a mahjong table bought by Duanmuqing, but it is rarely used, after all, Duanmuqing doesn't like playing cards very much.

In his words, he bought this thing on a whim, and regretted it to death, so this mahjong table has been eating ashes in the corner.

But at this time, there were four young men sitting in front of the mahjong table, throwing away the cards in their hands and picking up new ones at the same time.

At this time, the inside of the noodle shop was pitch black, and normal people couldn't play mahjong at all, but these four young people played mahjong with a high quality and were not affected by the light at all, so they were not ordinary people at all, but four ghost!
I walked over, got a stool and sat down, watching that the mahjong player was a ghost.

This scene has some meaning, these four guys are hopeless, how big their gambling addiction was during their lifetime, and they have to continue to rub their hands even after death, it really gave me a lot of insight.

I've been doing errands for so long, and I've seen all kinds of ghosts.

For example, those who are reluctant to part with the world after death, some who wish to go to the underworld as soon as possible, and swear that they will never be human again in the next life, and of course there are those who are relatively calm and look down on life and death.

But it was the first time I saw someone who died and came here to rub numbness.

And these four guys are not dry rubbing, but have vegetable heads.

On the table in front of each of them is a thick stack of ghost coins, and those are their gambling funds.

And listening to them speak, the accent doesn't look like Jishui's.

This made me a little puzzled, and I thought, could it be that the underworld is in chaos now, and all the underworld in other places have been requisitioned by the law enforcement team?
These four guys couldn't find any errands who could help them enter the underworld, so they came all the way here?

It's the first time I've seen such a gambler, and I think it's quite interesting.

"Brother Yin, why don't you come too?"

At this time, one of the little ghosts turned to look at me and asked me.

"No, no, I won't, you can just play, I'll watch from the side." Oh said to the guy.

Although I really want to send these four guys down quickly, and then I will go home and sleep.

But it's not in a hurry, and I haven't seen such an interesting thing in a long time, so I decided to wait.

Seeing that I was not interested, the four little ghosts continued rubbing numbness.

I lit a cigarette and watched them quietly from behind.

I saw them playing one after another, without any intention of stopping.

I smiled, knowing that they didn't really like rubbing hemp so much, but that they had something to do, but they couldn't talk to me for a while.

Seeing that these guys are about to start a new game, I really can't wait any longer, thinking that if I don't open my mouth, will these guys dare to play all night?
"Okay, stop playing, just talk about it if you have anything to say." I yawned bored, feeling that I owed a lot.

Instead of going to sleep with the beautiful female zombie in his arms, he ran to this noodle restaurant and watched the four little ghosts play mahjong for a long time. This is not owed or something.

Hearing my words, the four brats froze for a moment, then they all left the table and walked up to me, all four of them knelt down in unison.

"Master Yin, there are so many villains who have been dragged into the underworld. I really want to ask Lord Yin to help me with something!"

One of the four looked at me and said to me.

I smiled, thinking that it would be nice to be so straightforward earlier, and I insisted on making so many twists and turns.

I have sent down a lot of ghosts, and it is not uncommon to encounter people who beg me to do things.

But it doesn't matter if you listen to it. As for whether to do it or not, it depends entirely on my own preferences.

(End of this chapter)