After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

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Although Lan He and Song Futan confirmed their relationship, but last night, Hu Qijuu said that Lan He was speechless and was not very embarrassed to look at Song Futan.

Song Futan felt that this fox monster could speak. Isn't this just like the red line, but he naturally wanted to speak for Lan He: "I'm afraid that you are rare and strange."

Hu Seventy-nine: "I'm rare and weird! Under the world, do you find another one like this?"

Lan He: "Uh... what do they do with single dogs?"

Hu Seventy-nine: "..."

Don’t they have you as a creative person? Not sure! Hu Seventy-nine tweeted: "Then the family thought about it, how do you use it in the future?"

Lan He was in a state of emotional shock, and when he opened the hook, what did he think about the consequences? He didn’t even know if the Yinji would punish him for destroying the public property, and bravely said: "I can’t do it directly with the hook, is this the old master fishing ghost, the deceased? Hook..."

Hu Seventy-nine: "............"

Song Futan has started the car.

"Open slowly, open slowly, I still rarely see the temple..." Hu Qijuan said, like this temple, she can't go in alone. Now the temple is full of bells, tourists come and go, Hu seventy-nine likes to watch the lively, of course, nostalgic.

Lan He simply said: "Then go shopping, Juehui Temple is the bustling time."

There are eight famous Spring Festival temple fairs in the old Beijing folk ballad, borrowing ingots from the Temple of Wealth, hitting a big clock in Juehui Temple, tying dolls in Dongyue Temple, touching monkey essence in Baiyun Temple, watching fire in Chenghuang Temple, and watching lanterns in Chongyuan Temple. The treasure fair in the Fire God Temple and the Jiadian Temple in Changdian Temple Fair.

Although the ancient bells of Juehui Temple can only hit once a year now, there are many other bells for tourists to come to pray for blessings.

Lan He got wrapped tightly and got off the bus, so Rao did. He still felt that someone was staring at himself, but a few monks.

"They looked at me and did they recognize me." Lan He said in horror. "I rely, "Chase" is so red?"

Song Futan chuckled: "I'm afraid it's up to you."

What's the difference? Lan He noticed his eyes and looked down, still holding the stick given by the mage...

Lan He didn't know it himself, but the retro wooden stick of Master Master was quite famous, and of course people would wonder how he got it.

"I almost forgot, I said why it was a bit unsatisfactory." Lan He sweated and put the stick back in the car, reappearing, and no one paid attention to him this time.

Nowadays, in temples and Taoist temples, everyone likes to throw a coin to pray for good luck. In fact, the most famous one is Shangbaiyunguan, who uses copper coins to make money, but slowly, other places have also developed this activity.

Juehui Temple is best known for striking the clock. Even so, some tourists throw copper coins on the Buddha statues in the open-air pool. Ten dollars can be exchanged for thirty copper coins. Naturally, it is better to fall on the Buddha statues.

Lan He saw a lot of people lost, and also changed ten yuan, gave Song Futan ten, crowded in the crowd and lost together. Song Futan lost a few, but the accurate head was not good.

"I'm here too." Lan He rubbed his hands. He had been with friends once before. At that time, he didn't hit one. Now he has the impermanent blessing of the head, and even lost five. All of them fell on the Buddha statue. In the palm of the spread...

The scene seemed to be quiet for a while. The statue was so tall. Most people smashed it on the base. Sometimes it fell on the pleats. They were very cattle, and more of them fell in the pool. On the palm of the Buddha, it is too scarce.

And there are only five such losses. It is clear that all the children collapsed: "Why can't I hit--"

Hu seventy-nine's top cancer was committed again, screaming wildly in his backpack: "Continue to lose! I think who has our honorable family!"

Lan He: "..."

Lan He gathered the scarf on his face and threw out the remaining fifteen, one by one, all on the palm of the Buddha statue.

So many tourists by the pool were very quiet for a while, and many people did not lose it. They stared at the Buddha's palm, and there were voices of the number of people, "Ten, eleven, twelve..."

In the final count, twenty, some people lost twenty copper coins in a row, all on the palm of the Buddha!

"Awesome!" There are many people. Most of them don't see who lost the copper coins. They only came in the same direction, and the frequency should be just one person.

I am afraid that this is not the regular army.

After Lan He lost it, he was drowned in the crowd, hiding his merits and fame.

Wandering in Juehui Temple, the large and small bells kept rising and falling. Lan He saw a man standing with a monk, a little familiar, with gauze on his head, and quickly pulled Song Futan to turn around.

Song Futan: "What's wrong?"

Lan He: "I saw the meat smell last night..."

Not only did the police report last night, but I also came to Juehui Temple today to pray for blessings. Lan He felt a little curious and asked Song Futan to stand in the distance with a backpack. He pretended to play around inadvertently and walked to them. Anyway, there were many people and other pilgrims were listening to them.

The expression of "Fragrance" was still frightened: "...So when I woke up, I found out that it was like this, with a hole in the top of my head, and there were still impermanence around me. Later the police went to see it, and the statues in the City God Temple were all broken!"

The pilgrims made a noisy sound, and watching the new urban legend probably spread again.

The meat-flavored male vowed to say: "I absolutely did not lie. The white impermanent hat also said "I'm here"..."

Pilgrims: "Everything comes, tell you the story."

Lu Xiangnan: "I have alarm records here, don't believe you go and see, is the statue of the City God Temple broken, and am I digging a hole in my head?"

The monk said solemnly: "If the writing on the white impermanence hat is indeed coming, then what he said must be true. I don't know what the ranking is, there are differences between black and white impermanence, and some white impermanence hats are the world Taiping, some of his tempers are more irritable, and the writing is'Come all here'..."

Some people even echoed: "It's a drop, a drop, I vaguely heard it!"

Lan He: "........."

Do you say good monks don't slang? Where am I grumpy? ?

Lan He couldn't hear it anymore and went back. "It's over, the criticism has been killed, and new folk customs are really about to appear. I heard people in the popular science, and the grumpy impermanence wrote "Come and come"."

"It makes sense." Hu Qijuan said, "The impermanence admires Fan Ye and Xie Ye, which imitates them to write on the hat. After you become famous, you may imitate you. Imitate your inscription, Still imitate your temper, then you really have to form a new genre, hee hee hee."

Lan He: "..."

Hu Seventy-nine: "Unless everyone knows that you are impermanent, the Taoist priests will certainly not confuse science."

Lan He said: "It is impossible to lose a horse, and it is impossible to lose a horse in this life. I want to warn Ying Shao again."

...

As soon as he arrived at Lan He’s house, Song Futan’s uncle called him, as if to talk about the new movie he was preparing for. He could not be too far away from Lan He. He asked his uncle to go to a cafe near Lan He’s house. chat.

After hanging, he said to Lan He: "Nanyun Temple will send the treasure of Zhensi Temple in a few days. Then I will hand over the back cloud... And, rent it to the same building as you."

In fact, Song Futan felt it was good to live together, and lived in his own house, but last night the kiss seemed to startle Lan He. If you pour out everything in his heart, I'm afraid it will scare Lan He...

"Okay, let's keep our distance at any time. I used to watch Brother San Yan arresting ghosts, which can be dragged for a long time. Be careful, it should not be a problem." Lan He said.

Song Futan understood that he was going to the cafe for an appointment. He thought calmly. Although he decided to exercise restraint, isn't it normal to kiss his lover when he parted?

Lan He was about to get off. He saw Song Futan still holding the steering wheel, his face was cold and handsome, and he didn't know what to think. Maybe it was a matter of waiting for the new movie, "Mr. Xuanguang Bye..."

Before he finished talking, he was dragged by Song Futan and kissed a few times, and finally kissed on his nose before he crossed his body and helped him open the car door.

Lan He: "......#@%￥#"

He almost stumbled when he walked, feeling a little dizzy from being kissed...

"Shut up, the fox is not allowed to talk." Lan He rubbed his head, stopped Hu Qijuan first, and entered the district before walking into the elevator and closing the door. Hearing someone wait and wait, he quickly stopped again. Open the key.

The three men carrying the bags rushed in rashly and looked up. It turned out to be his neighbor and his two brothers. He nodded politely: "Returned?"

Ying Shao heard his voice, suddenly raised his head, and then subconsciously took a big step back, just caught in the elevator door.

"Oh, what's the matter." You took a big step back too seriously, Lan He quickly pressed the elevator, concerned about the tunnel, "Remember what you forgot?"

He also said earlier that he would warn Ying Shao again, and look at Ying Shao's acting skills. It was indeed impossible. He was so panicked when he saw him.

Ying Shao's younger brother quickly blocked the door with his hand, "Sir brother!"

Ying Shao: "...No, it's nothing, I remembered it wrong, I thought I forgot something, haha!"

He laughed twice without a soul.

Lan He: "That's good."

A younger brother of Ying Shao quickly pulled out a pen and paper and wanted Lan He to sign him. Hey, I didn't think about it before. Recently I read "Chasing" and remembered to collect Lan He's signature.

"Senior brother, please tell me, didn't you go to collect the soul last night? How about it?" Another younger brother shook Ying Shao's hand, "Did you make a lot of money?"

Ying Shao: "..."

Earn is earned...but burned three million for the employer...

After returning home with Yu Father last night, Yu Hangjia kept crying after knowing that Yu Father was so moved when he woke up. He didn't expect him to be a great filial son. Yu Hangjia was sad and gave the appearance fee, so Ying Shao bought a bunch of snack fruits that he was not willing to eat today today.

The younger brother thought that Ying Shao was worried about Lan He, and said with a smile: "All neighbors have been so long, whether we are a liar or an expert, Mr. Lan doesn't mind it."

Lan He even smiled: "Yeah."

Ying Shao: "............"

If he didn't see it with Gua Erzhen last night, he must have thought it was a dream.

You said, why was this kind of actor not known before, it was really buried!

When the elevator arrived, Yingshao's younger brothers rushed out to open the door first, and Lan He took a step towards Yingshao and wanted to talk to him.

Ying Shao's psychological pressure was too great, and his body shook, and he subconsciously took a step toward the corner, and hugged the snacks into his arms a little.

The taste of gluten is actually a bit tired...

Lan He: "..."

...This stingy!

Lan He was speechless and whispered to Shao Dao: "Don't go out in two days, the younger brother also sent him away, and gave you something to me."

Teacher Long is here, many things are inconvenient, and simply agreed to divide the ash after two days.

Ying Shao saw that he was speaking with his face in the face of the old man, but he was still in a trance and nodded tremblingly.

As soon as you get out of the elevator, you have to receive the WeChat message from your peers: "Lao Ying Lao Ying, I heard that you summoned the lord to do a fight last night, so amazing, I'll broadcast the details!"

Hearing Lan He open the door again, his mother said inside, "I still want to give you that hedgehog a bath."

Ying Shao: "..."

...Is that the hedgehog he thought?

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Besides, "Chasing" was a big success at the box office because it broke a new record in two weeks after its release. Although Yu Hangjia just burned millions, he still fulfilled his promise and gave a gala feast for the crew and included a luxury hotel ballroom in Beijing.

When Teacher Long was in Beijing, Lan He took her with her to attend, so she could put Hu 79 and Bai Wu at home to recuperate. Teacher Long thought Song Futan had picked them up by the way. I didn’t know that Xiao Song had moved to the same building quickly...

Lan He had a sense of guilty premature love under the head of the class teacher. When he arrived at the scene, he concealed the authenticity: "Ms. Xuanguang deliberately came to celebrate Liu Dao. Where do you see Liu Dao?"

Song Futan also went to Liu Chunyang who was talking with Yu Hangjia and others. Yu Hangjia didn't see Gua Erzhen. He didn't know if he was healing, he said lightly: "Liu Gui, congratulations."

"Ah?????" Liuxianyang was crazy and confused, "...Thank you?"

Why does Xuanguang appear here? It’s not our crew, but we can’t get rid of it? ?

But Yu Hangjia responded quickly, "Xuanguang, I heard that your new book is being prepared. Isn't the old Dou enough to force..."

At one time everyone thought that Yu Hangjia was specially invited, especially when someone heard him say that he was preparing for a new book, it was even more mad.

...

Lan He looked around for a week, and the scale of the feast of celebration was quite large. All the filmmakers could come, and there was Cheng Haidong who hadn’t seen for a long time. Of course, it was longer for Cheng Haidong. Lan He actually saw him as impermanent when he was away from the soul before. He is gone.

"Mom, this is the photographer of our crew, my friend, and a fellow from Hunan Province." Lan He introduced to Long teacher.

"Auntie." Cheng Haidong shook hands with Mr. Long. As a native, he was naturally closer. Although they were not in the same city, Cheng Haidong liked to talk, and he again ranted, making Mr. Long very happy.

"Are you coming out of another group?" Lan He sent Teacher Long to have a snack, and asked Cheng Haidong, just after moving the bricks, he was quite haggard.

Cheng Haidong twisted his neck: "No, the work I ended two days ago, I was exhausted from work on New Year's Eve, and I had a meal with my friends at noon... yes, you look at this."

He remembered something. He drew a box from the shoulder bag, and inside it was a high-mounted porcelain bottle, which was as big as two slaps. It was small and simple. "How?"

Lan He did not understand porcelain, "What, vase?"

"Hi... The friend who drinks today owes me ten thousand dollars. The debt collection during the New Year is not good-looking. He said that he got a treasure bottle from the Republic of China and gave me some money. He said it was a good one. I checked it out from Ha Porcelain Company. This company was formerly a kiln in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It has a high level. The things that come out are valuable. I’m going to take them for identification to see how much they can sell."

Cheng Haidong couldn't help but look up, "Actually, I don't understand porcelain, but I know that the elderly in his family do have hobbies and visions in this respect. I feel like a real guy, it looks a bit old?"

Lan He didn't understand this, "If it's true, you don't have to sell it at first, wait to see if it can appreciate."

"I'm afraid of nights and dreams, I'll fall for the bag." Cheng Haidong said, the toast had already started at the scene, he quickly put away the bottle and shouted, "Chong duck!"

Banquets like this are bound to inevitably drink. Lan He didn’t drink much because he brought Teacher Long. Song Futan was entangled in Yu Hangjia, but he couldn’t get away for a while. Originally he held a romantic mood that was inseparable from Lan He. I don't know if I regret it now.

Cheng Haidong had just finished his work, and after drinking wildly, he quickly lost his eyes. "It's so good... No, I have to go to the toilet..."

"I'll hold the bag for you." Lan He said.

"No, no, safety..." Cheng Haidong held the bag and walked to the toilet. Lan He laughed twice behind him, saying that he really picked up the treasure.

Cheng Haidong helped the wall to the toilet. After the small solution, he washed his hands and his face. When he bent down, he felt more uncomfortable and panicked. He also had a nausea and wanted to vomit.

But when he lowered his head, he found that his porcelain bottle didn't know when it appeared on the sink, and it was filled with delicious food at the banquet.

smell good……

Cheng Haidong, paralyzed by alcohol, didn't feel that there was anything strange about the bottle in the shoulder bag that appeared on the sink. Can't even stretch out his hand, grab a dumpling and stuff it in his mouth.

Really tasty.

But the food and drink in the stomach will be full to the throat...

"Good support, good support." But saying so, Cheng Haidong couldn't help but stuff it in his mouth.

...

Lan He and Mr. Long chatted with Mr. Long again, feeling that Cheng Haidong had never come back. He was afraid that he would drink more in the toilet, so he asked to take a look. When he got up, he also looked at Song Futan. He was dragged to talk by Yu Hangjia.

Song Futan took a look at Lan He and got up, but also looked at himself. He said this must be a signal, so he quickly said to Yu Hangjia: "I... go to the bathroom."

"Oh oh." Yu Hangjia was ecstatic, Xuanguang did not leave today, and did not leave the seat early. It seemed that there was hope.

As soon as Song Futan went out, he heard Lan He say, "You go to the bathroom too?"

Song Futan: "..."

"I went to Cheng Haidong. He drank too much. He didn't come back for a long time. I was afraid that he was in the toilet." Lan He didn't think so much and explained, "Just go with me, just in case he can't carry him ."

Lan He entered the toilet. Someone just washed his hands and went out. He shouted Cheng Haidong and no one responded.

There are two or three rows of compartments here. He walked to the inside and saw a familiar satchel on the ground, and a compartment next to the door concealed the door.

Lan He pushed away carefully. Cheng Haidong was sitting on the toilet, holding his porcelain pot in his arms, because in the warm room, when he took off his coat, he could see that his belly was very obvious, and the bulge was like pregnant six or seven. Months.

"...... Why is the stomach like this?" Lan He's face changed slightly, and touched Cheng Haidong's breath, his body was still warm, but the soul was no longer in the body.

"Is this arrested for the dead ghost? Or is he destined to be drunk?" Lan He never thought of a colleague passing by, and felt that his stomach and holding a porcelain bottle were too strange to die here. To Song Futan Said, "You try to induce him to vomit, and I will find his soul, and maybe he can still get it back!"

Lan He ran to another compartment, locked the door and left his body.

As soon as he came out of the toilet, he searched for Cheng Haidong's figure everywhere. This kid really didn't know that he was unlucky or lucky, and hit the ghost again in the first month, fortunately he met his impermanence.

Lan He looked around and saw an old ghost in a shroud by the window sill, dragging Cheng Haidong's soul, muttering in his mouth: "Eat you, eat you..."

Cheng Haidong was drunk and was still nagging, holding the window, and was not very cooperative.

"Hey!" Lan He shouted. "Why are you?"

As soon as the old ghost saw Lan He's uniform and the chains dragging under him, he slipped away from the window sill.

Lan He floated forward, and Cheng Haidong was still leaning on the window sill. He pulled Cheng Haidong a little, but he was not very cooperative.

"What the **** did you receive?" Lan He was helpless, and Cheng Haidong had no luck anymore. His hook was broken into two, the chain was tied in hand and made of red thread, and the hook was hanging around his waist.

Let Hu Seventy-nine be right, how to use the soul-hunter when needed...

Can only make good use of the chanting, Lan He's hand without chains holding the hook, hung to the back of Cheng Haidong's neck, dragged it easily, he could not resist, his hands and feet were honest.

Lan He's heart is happy, um, that is, the operation space is not so big, and in the future, you can consider using a paper rope for temporary replacement.

Cheng Haidong felt that his spine was cold and his body was numb, and he opened his eyes immediately. After seeing Lan He, he was stunned. "Blue, Master Blue, how are you..."

Lan He scared him angrily: "You still recognize me? What do you say to me, you are dead!"

To say that he was impermanent, he sent Cheng Haidong back to his body when he was doing his first job, and he was determined to continue to do impermanence. The first thing was to come and give Cheng Haidong his soul. What is the fate.

"Cough..." Cheng Haidong was still awake, not even afraid, smirked twice, his eyes drifted back along his arms, from his perspective, I saw the impermanence of the robe and big sleeves as if there were no hands, but also looked Before reaching the chain, only one hook was exposed, hooking his own neck.

"Lying trough," Cheng Haidong burped, "Master, you said there is no navy in the underworld, you are all pirates against water...

Lan He: "???