Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 39 The World, Haotian

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Xu San, Xu Si, and Zhang Chulan were looking at the room full of gold, jade, and jewelry in shock.

"Senior Han, what treasure house did you loot?" Zhang Chulan swallowed.

"The main reason is that it is too troublesome to go to the pawn shop to exchange money. I think you can exchange these into money quickly. By the way, you can get me an ID card and a series of things that need to be used in human society. The cost You can do it just by looking at it.”

Han Ye spread his hands and took out one-tenth of the treasures of the Vulture Palace in Tianlong World. He estimated that the value of these things should be enough for everyone to sell.

"Does Mr. Han really need money?" Xu Si asked.

"It's not short of money, but I just came back from practicing in the mountains, and it's inconvenient to walk in this society." Han Ye explained.

Hearing this, Xu Si and Xu San looked at each other.

"I don't know if Mr. Han is willing to join us. Of course, with Mr. Han's strength, he doesn't need to be a temporary worker. It can be regarded as an external employment. If there is something, we will trouble you, and it is up to you whether to accept it or not."

"One shot."

"One hundred million."

"Dollars."

Han Ye waved his hand, and all the gold and silver treasures in the house disappeared immediately.

"Say it earlier, I'm planning to save these things to build a house." Han Ye sat down and took a sip of tea.

"Build...build a house, I really don't understand the world of local tyrants..." Zhang Chulan's mouth twitched when he heard this, and there was a row of black lines on his forehead.

The door opened slowly, and a cute long-haired head popped out of the door.

"Han Ye, I saw a big ingot on the other side of the door, give it to me, and I'll help you with those things."

Han Ye nodded, and with a single finger, a pile of gold and silver ingots appeared in Feng Baobao's arms.

"Get rich! Get rich!" Feng Baobao's voice in the corridor gradually faded away, and the three of Zhang Chulan in the room wiped the sweat from their foreheads silently.

noon.

Han Ye changed into casual clothes and went out to the express company.

A dark figure on the roof took out his mobile phone and seemed to be reporting something.

When he looked down again, Han Ye's figure had disappeared.

"Go back and tell Wang Ai not to worry, I'll play for a few days before going to him." Han Ye's voice came faintly from behind the man.

He hurriedly looked back, but found nothing.

Han Ye walked around the city all afternoon, and finally took a bus to the city center.

The lights are feasting and the traffic is busy here, and it is the time when the nightlife of this city begins.

Han Ye randomly found a tavern to sit down, and the human power left by the master began to operate.

The owner of the bar was busy coughing behind a tree.

Everyone around didn't seem to notice Han Ye's existence, and seemed to be avoiding him deliberately.

Han Ye looked calmly at the people around him.

In the night, the bartender playing wine, the beautiful bartender who touches up her makeup, the college student in stud, the old woman crying alone...

All kinds of people came and went, like a dream, only Han Ye sat at the door of the bar and never left.

In Han Ye's eyes, all living beings were reduced to microcosms.

Han Ye's hair was getting shorter, and the hair on his legs became thicker, and then he transformed into a young man with a lot of vigor. The basketball kept rolling at his feet, and the bartender came up to present a glass of whiskey.

After drinking, blue stubble slowly appeared on the young man's chin, wrinkles crept up his brows, his basketball uniform grew into a shirt, and he transformed into a middle-aged man who was reading a book and meditating.

After turning the pages of the book, the chest of the middle-aged man gradually swelled, and a woman in a red evening dress sat at the door of the bar and lit a cigarette.

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Hundreds of social roles are constantly changing at the bar's open-air table, but no one is paying attention.

This situation continued for a few days, until a heavy rain slanted down, and the bustling streets became empty. The boss hid the tissue he coughed up in his trouser pocket, and decided to close the business for a while.

When the door was closed, he saw a person sitting on the seat in the heavy rain outside the door.

The man couldn't see clearly in the rainstorm.

The boss hurriedly took out an umbrella and rushed out of the store.

"Young man, why are you sitting here stupidly? Come in quickly, what should you do if you have gonorrhea? Cough cough!" The boss coughed and stretched out his hand to grab the man's arm, but passed directly through his body.

The boss was stunned, and the man in the rain looked at him, put his transparent hand on his chest, and penetrated it.

After an unknown amount of time, the boss woke up from his sluggishness. His hand holding the umbrella was a little sore, but his breathing had never been so smooth.

The boss rubbed his eyes that were dazed by the water light on the ground, and when he looked at the seat again, there was no one there.

A notice of terminal lung cancer in his coat pocket was blown into the wind and rain and melted into mud.

"Looking back at the bleak place, when I return, there is no wind, rain or sunshine."

Han Ye was walking on the deserted street, and the rain was getting lighter. He looked up at the sky, and a ray of sunshine broke through the wind and rain and shone on Han Ye.

"Is this the world?"

Wang Ye walked down the street restlessly, followed by a purple-haired man with squinting eyes.

"Can you stop following me?" Wang Ye turned around and looked at Zhuge Qing speechlessly.

"Compete with me." Zhuge Qing said persistently. Although he was eliminated by Han Ye very early, he still stayed to watch the whole match of Luo Tiandajiao.

The method used by Wang Ye and Feng Baobao in the battle was clearly some kind of extremely brilliant spell, which had nothing to do with the Wudang School.

Although Wang Ye still lost in the end, Zhuge Qing couldn't accept it in his heart. When will there be a magic technique more mysterious than their Wuhou Qimen in this world.

"Tsk, let's do it later, I'm just getting annoyed!" Wang also frowned, why is this person so awkward?
Now Wang's mansion is full of surveillance cameras, and Wang also finds that he seems to be completely exposed to the eyes of others every day. Even when he crosses the road, the monitors next to the traffic lights will turn to look at him. People from Wuhou's family competed.

Up to now, Wang doesn't know who is attacking him and his family.

"It looks like you're in trouble, maybe you should seek some professional help." Seeing Wang Ye's appearance, Zhuge Qing couldn't help suggesting.

"Professional?" Wang also thought for a moment, opened the phone's address book and found Zhang Chulan's name.

Han Ye left the city and found a deserted building in the suburbs. He flew to the top of the building and looked around. There were barren land and stinky ditches within a kilometer around.

"There should be very few people here."

Han Ye scanned the entire building with his thoughts and found that there were only some dead dog corpses and groups of rats gnawing inside. He closed his eyes and sat down.

Countless prohibition runes drilled out of Han Ye's body and were deployed around, as if forming a huge thunder cage.

After doing all this, a Nascent Soul made of qi light emerged from Han Ye's abdomen, floating in the air.

It is a fetish that appeared after entering the third level of practice after reaching the full level of proficiency in the third level of reverse life. It has the same consciousness and the same ability as Han Ye.

"Friend Daoist, are you ready?" Han Ye asked.

"Hurry up, I have endured this Haotian bitch for a long time!" Yuanying replied.

Han Ye raised his hand, and a halo appeared in front of him.

The woman in the halo looked at Han Ye coldly.

"Are you willing to be my envoy in the world... What did you do to me!?"

Nascent Soul plunged into the halo recklessly.

　Can anyone explain to me what the Nascent Soul is in Zhang Chulan's body?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)