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

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This impermanence is slightly shorter than him. Although he cannot see the whole picture, his eyes are slightly round. If this is too fierce, the fierce character may have been redefined before he knew it.

Song Futan looked at Lan Heli's sturdy look, "Do you know that the height of the hat can't be counted as height?"

Lan He: "..."

"My boss has certified it!" Lan He took off his hat and hugged him in his arms, with a mess of hair. "My war **** can plow the evil spirits, don't look down on it... By the way, it is in the end where is it?"

The paper donkey he folded was of good quality, and he sent it to Miaogan without looking at Lao Bai. If it is not artificially damaged, it should last for a long time.

Song Futan was suspicious of being too ridiculous, but he seemed to be angry for three seconds after seeing impermanence. He also quietly distracted his eyes from Lan He's hair. If nothing happened, "it? You continue to watch the show."

Lan He turned to the stage and put his hat back on.

I saw that the "mother-in-law" was being bullied by the "child-in-law", and actually came to justice, and came out from behind the scene a character wearing a formal robe, followed by a small official, and shouted loudly: "I am the king of Yin Luo, Yin Cao Di Fu, The bold woman does not kneel!"

The other characters quickly knelt down, and the evil mother-in-law played by Li Chuan peeked out and found that there was still a piece of paper money hanging on the ear of "Yan Luo". I was a little speechless when I was scared. This is an old saying, but paper money is a living person acting as a ghost.

"King Yanlu" came to preach justice.

"The Qin's disrespectful respect for the elders, indiscriminate bullying, now punish you for turning into a live donkey, and ask your mother-in-law to ride!

"King Yan Luo" ordered, the "daughter-in-law" was surrounded by the officials, put on "donkey skin", and turned into a donkey, and the hind legs were not easy.

The wicked have bad news, the audience applauded enthusiastically, "Good! Good!"

But the little lame donkey appeared out of nowhere and looked up, ah ang cried twice, and stood up.

The little official panicked, "Qin Family, why are you going!"

The little lame don't care about Qin's or Qin's, he kicked him away from the heel and jumped off the platform, revealing Li Chuan lying behind him. It didn't care anymore, and limped to Lan He in front of him with a limp, arching his palm with his head.

Song Futan explained: "They were borrowed by them before."

After he left his soul, he wanted to go back with the paper donkey. When he met these lone soul ghosts, because of the writing, he asked them some old things in Beijing, and he promised to lend them to make props, but he was not at ease. It's damaged... Just watch.

Lan He raised his hand and touched the donkey's ear twice. It was still fine. He heard that there was a scream out of the ghost group that he was there: "The note is coming! Run!"

Lan He: "..."

If you don't run, just let Lan He subconsciously want to stop.

He saw the ghosts rushing to the side, the fan splayed, and the fan twitched twice, and the ghost was involuntarily fanned back a few steps. One of them was going to run, but Song Futan reached out and stopped.

The wild ghost didn't take it seriously, it was just a soul, and he reached out to catch him.

Song Futan did not shy away. Before the ghost hand reached, the rosary under his head rose into a faint golden awn, stabbing the wild ghost in a tumble, turning over, and his figure was blurred for a moment. And Song Futan is still in place, the clouds are light and windy.

Lan He was also led away and scolded: "Do not move, squat with your head in place!"

These are all lonely spirits and ghosts, where the courage is right and wrong, they are inadequate, otherwise they will not be able to make a prop, and they have to ask Song Futan to squat down honestly. Out of place.

"Are you all right?" Lan He asked the two living people, remembering that there were two unlucky eggs here.

His tone was gentle and kind, but Meng Qing and Li Chuan shivered. In their eyes, Lan He and other ghosts are not much different... trembling for a long time, then boldly complained: "We want to go back, we are not voluntary."

The little ghost who played "King Yanluo" squatted and jumped two steps towards this side, competing for the initiative: "Master, we got it wrong, it was just a play addiction. This is also the first time I'm playing His Royal Highness. ! I, I report and report, I make a contribution for crime!"

He said, pointing to another wild ghost: "He used to like to secretly play "Yan Luo", he liked the hum

Oops, I heard that the Five Palaces Yan Luo Qin Guanghui'..."

"Yeah, haven't you ever acted in "Crash Inspector"?"

The two ghosts were scolding and fighting together.

Lan He's eyes ended, and there was a little bit of laughter, "It's done, these are not investigated, but people have different ways, you bully living people, and force others to bring singing, it is really a bully. Punish you... Give me the fruit!"

It's true, he went down a mountain and thought he could eat a little more, but he had eaten meat before and wanted to order some fruits and vegetables...

The ghosts looked at each other, and the general ghosts were all asking for money and incense.

Lan He: "Hurry up to me, I know you have it, it's not long before Qingming passes!"

Ghosts: "..."

Living people: "..."

Ghosts can eat for up to a year for a full meal. A few days ago, Qingming was indeed eating some food. Just like the new year of the living, they were very happy. There are indeed some leftovers, just like the New Year's Eve 30 dishes.

It's just that I have to hand it over to impermanence... and I'm too reluctant.

Lan He: "Hurry up and hand over the food."

He took the food one by one, this one was going to get an orange, the one took away two apples and put together a fruit basket.

Lan He was very satisfied with the results of the battle, but as soon as he did the ghost, he cried. "What are you crying for, why didn't you think of crying when you were scared?"

The ghost said with tears in his head, "Come on, sir, don't you really investigate the singing?"

Yin Yin also has no credibility. He is afraid that this "great master" has to be investigated separately after taking the fruit, and finally scrapes them a little bit of oil and water.

"Don't harm people, sing a show and I'll control what you do." Lan He said, "Don't say it, it's okay, I will come next time."

"..." They all bowed their heads, daring not to take this stubble, to support us, "The tribute is also on, and we retire."

Lan He moved his fingers, and they quickly slipped away.

Lan He took a bunch of confiscated fruits and asked Li Chuan, Meng Qing and Song Futan: "Do you want to eat?"

Three people: "..."

Especially for Mengqing, she thinks that ghost ghosts will be too easy to approach "people"...so that this "person" is a little frightened.

Lan He gave an orange by himself: "You can also go, go back."

Can you go back? Li Chuan almost sat off the seat, he thought he could not go.

Both Li Chuan and Meng Qing were trembling. Although they received oranges, they dared to eat them. Maybe they would change their leaves the next day. Not all of them in "Liao Zhai"...

Although this ghost messenger helped them, he was also a ghost, looking strange.

The two thought about the fact that the other might have lived for hundreds of years, and gave him an ancient gift in the drama, and then they ran away without holding hands.

These two look after 80 at most, how can you say goodbye to knees. Lan He pondered while eating oranges.

...

Li Chuan and Meng Qing rushed in the night while holding oranges, and did not dare to return their heads. Fortunately, Li Chuan had a good memory and ran all the way back to the leisure villa. The door was closed at night, and only the guard room was lit.

The two rushed over and knocked on the door. The doorman saw the two people with scattered hair and dressed as horns, and appeared outside in a frightened expression, frowning: "What's the matter?"

"Hello, we are the actors of the Chuanyuan Class who are here today, can we want to go in?"

The guard looked at it, the actor was like an actor, but...

"The people in the Chuanyuan class are all inside, no one is out, and all the performances are over now, don't you say you are late?"

"No, we are really actors." Still the star, but Meng Qing didn't know how to explain, "So, can you lend us a call, we can let the host come to answer."

They could not bring their mobile phones on stage, and they were taken away from the backstage.

The doorman agreed and dialed the number for them. The head of the Chuanyuan class really came to pick it up.

Seeing the two of them, the host said strangely: "When did you run outside and secretly talk about your friends? I'm looking for you and say that you have supper together, but you'll be gone after the show. If you come back in time, the supper has just been done. it is good."

"Call... Master, we..." Li Chuan just said here and suddenly stopped, thinking of what the Master just said, and asked, "The supper has just been finished? Master, what time is it?"

The owner glanced at the phone. "It's a few minutes between ten o'clock."

"Not at ten?!"

Li Chuan and Meng Qing looked at each other at the end of the show at 9:30. So, they lost their way for half a day after the show, acted, and ran back, only half an hour later?

"Hey, where do the oranges come from, give me, greedy." Where does the class leader know what they think, these two people are very talented, the class has been teasing, he suspected that the two are coming together, pretending to be stupid. See this sweaty, hehe.

Meng Qing was stunned. The master took the orange at once. This is a small orange. When he broke it, he squeezed it again, and half of it came into his mouth.

"...Wait!" Meng Qing was too late to stop, watching the boss swallow.

The two looked at the owner carefully, "Are you all right?"

"What's the matter? It's okay, uh, it just feels that the oranges are not particularly fresh," the master said.

Li Chuan murmured: "Maybe it is from the Qingming Festival to the present..."

...

Just now the lively wasteland, Lan He and Song Futan were left in a flash.

Song Futan watched Lan He put oranges in the mouth under the mask. He was curious about this impermanent appearance, but since the other party would rather eat in trouble like this, he would not take off the mask.

He looks very lively, is it too miserable...

Song Futan looked at him inquiringly, "Why don't you pursue those wild ghosts "Cursing Yan Luo"?"

Lan He glanced at him, and said quietly: "I am the king of Taishan, what is the matter of King Yan Luo to me."

Song Futan: "............"

"Just kidding, I don't think it's necessary. I know that drama, the content is actually saying that some people scolded King Yan Luo in order to vindicate the loyalty minister, and King Yan Luo returned the sun. This is nothing." Lan He said.

Song Futan pondered it for a while, and felt that this joke was indeed more humorous.

And they all said that the imp is hard to tangle, and he is quite reasonable.

"You are right." Song Futan asked, "How long have you been dead?"

what?

Lan He froze for a moment, and said with a smile: "How long do you think I have died?"

Song Futan thought of the ancient ritual of the two people just now, impermanence and no objection, so at least...

"Has it been two hundred years?"

Lan He: "Almost."

He secretly blushed and said another lie, which really pretends to be a ghost.

The crippled donkey Ang ang yelled and went to top Song Futan's waist.

Song Futan grabbed his ears in disgust.

"It's reminding us that it's getting late, it's time to get back to life!" Lan He said, "Come on, I'll give you a ride... Don't look at me like this, I won't fan you anymore."

All are back to the city, the road should be the same.

Song Futan did not ride a paper donkey this time, and he only ridden it for the first time, this time walking with Lan He in the night, holding a limp little donkey in his hand.

Fortunately, Lan He thought, and asked, "Before... your rosary seems to be very powerful, and those ghosts can't touch you."

The back fish in the string looks even more gleaming, and the back fish in the rosary is used for gathering yang. The so-called back is yang and the chest is yin, so it hangs behind.

When Song Futan blocked the wild ghost, the other party could not approach him.

"This was left by a monk." Song Futan twisted the rosary, "I always leave the soul, and with it, I can protect the soul and the evil spirits will not invade."

"Is it often away from the soul? It's a bit miserable." Lan Hexin said it's no wonder that he saw him again so quickly. "Fortunately, there are experts who can help you. My colleague told me that Beijing is the place with the most scammers and the most experts. "

Song Futan rarely had any chance to talk to people about this, and it was difficult to write about it in his writings. He mocked: "There are so many injustices and souls in the world. There are so many people in the world. What do you do if you have insomnia and dreams? It’s also a century of injustice, and the ghost is not enough..."

Lan He couldn't help laughing: "Ha ha ha!"

Although he didn't see the second half of his face, his eyes were bent, starry and smiling.

Song Futan also has her lips together, softening the arrogant atmosphere and the cold and beautiful facial features.

The two eyes were relatively a few seconds, they were thinking about something, there was a moment of silence.

The name is an important symbol in the ghost world.

It has a more special meaning than the living world, and all creatures treat it more cautiously.

Lan He wanted to ask the other party's name, but he was worried that he was impermanent now, who would be willing to tell the ghost to the name, ordinary people are afraid of being called by the ghost and die.

So he thought about it for a long time, but just said: "The oranges are a bit stale..."

Song Futan wanted to know this impermanent name, but ghosts and gods would not easily communicate their real names. In some religions, the real names of ghosts and gods are even secret.

So he hesitated for a moment, but also echoed: "A bit, but still sweet."

...

Song family.

Song Futan's body lay flat on the bed, motionless.

Mother Song rubbed her eyebrows, "What should I do, why does the frequency of floating sandalwood souls become higher, and nothing will happen. You see, why is this..."

Song Qiyun comforted his wife: "Don't worry, let's make a phone call to Master Fudo."

It was late at night, and the bell rang for a while, but it was connected over there, but it wasn’t a mage. “Mr. Song, I’m Sikong, and Master has stopped. He said that if you call tonight, let me know. You, floating sandalwood will be fine."

"...Sorry, bother." Song Qiyun and his wife thought that they would not move the Master. They knew they would call, which also reassured the two of them. "But, Master Sikong can tell us why this is? This is the second time he has been away from the soul this week."

Sikong’s voice is warm and calm in his mobile phone: “It’s just that Beijing has not been peaceful recently, but Master has said that Futan is sick of Honglian. Although he has a special physique, it is easy to attract evil spirits, but his heart is like a lotus. Move, and there is Master's bead protector. The demon leads him away from the soul, but he can't hurt him. You only need..."

Sikong was talking, but was interrupted anxiously by Mother Song: "Wait, Master Sikong."

She took a closer look at her son's face and confirmed it again, only to startle in general: "Fotan hasn't regained his spirit, but he was just smiling, what does that mean? Never before."

Think about it with your brain and know that the soul is away from the body, and you see all monsters and ghosts, how can you laugh.

And it's not a funny smile, or a grin, or a pleasant smile that rarely comes out.

There was also silence on the other end of the phone, Sikong's calmness shattered, and the tone said with confusion: "Master hasn't said...maybe he encountered any funny ghosts this time?"