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Chapter 1764 Fanwai: Daily life of raising a baby [7] [Yan Zun Yama, don’t order if you don’t like it]

Qin Lian rushed up to the third floor.

Song Lefeng followed closely behind her.

Old Master Qin in the hall took a sneak peek and coughed when he saw that Qin Lian's figure upstairs had indeed disappeared.

He sat up slightly, and said solemnly, "Xiao Lian's birthday is coming soon."

"Yantao, do you think you should call your father-in-law? Ask him to come back to Xiao Lian's birthday party?"

Yan Tao nodded upon hearing the sound, "He will be back."

Qin Chao sat on the side.

Unrequitedly, he moved to Mr. Qin's side.

"Father."

"Can I not take a picture?"

Mr. Qin pretended not to hear, and after speaking a few more words to everyone, he sighed quietly and said, "I'm old, and I really can't keep up with my energy when I was young. I have to go to rest."

Xiao Qi got Yan Tao's order, and sent Yan Zun a message by drop.

Underworld Underworld Division.

Magistrates.

Yan Zun dealt with the last ghost brought up.

He gently pinched the center of his eyebrows, sat behind the desk, and began to think about what gift to give his granddaughter with a serious face.

After a while, he sighed faintly.

It's so hard to give a gift.

He simply stood up and decided to go for a walk in the street.

Yan Zun changed into casual clothes, turned out of the magistrate's mansion, and wandered slowly in Heroic Soul City.

The residents of Heroic Soul City are all souls who entered the underworld after death.

Although they have entered the underworld, they still have to live.

Yan Zun turned around two streets, and immediately heard the bustling hawking.

Yan Zun walked in slowly.

On this street, the small vendors who set up stalls are dressed in different clothes.

There are scholars wearing ancient scholar robes.

There are also businessmen who wear gold and silver bridges and dress up from wealthy families.

Of course, there are also modern people who wear miniskirts and shorts.

Even, there are many wearing fancy clothes.

Those people are heroic souls from other universes.

What they sell are all burned to them by their descendants, or tributes for sacrifices.

The things sold by the heroic souls can only be used in the underworld.

Take it out and it will turn to ashes.

However, Yan Zun is different.

He is the judge of the underworld, and the things in his hands can be used as usual even if they leave the underworld.

The things in this place are not very precious, but they are rare.

Different universes worship different things.

Oh sure, maybe the form doesn't have to be ritualistic.

Anyway, things are in their hands.

Yan Zun swayed slowly on the street.

In a corner, I saw a small stall that no one cared about.

The stall owner looked like he was only five or six years old.

Compared with the bright and colorful products on other stalls, the ones on this stall are all small stones with dull colors.

Yan Zun paused, slowly squatted down, and picked up a stone.

Started, but found that the touch of this stone is very special.

The surface of the stone looks rough, but it is as warm and smooth as jade when touched.

Yan Zun raised his eyes and looked at the stall owner: "What is the use of this thing?"

The stall owner sat quietly at the back, his eyes were clear and innocent, as clear as a pool of clear water.

"Beast raising stone."

Yan Zun narrowed his eyes.

Beast raising stone?
The stall owner took out a stone from himself.

The stone in his hand was at most the size of a fingernail.

The stall owner moved his fingers.

The stone actually released a bright light, and a fat red carp jumped out of the center of the light.

After the red carp jumped out, it fell into the arms of the stall owner very humanely.

(End of this chapter)