Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Alan smiled sarcastically. The world is afraid of ghosts. In fact, I don't know that some people are more terrible than ghosts.

This wicked man really doesn't dare even ghosts to approach him.

After a burst of rescue, the patient was declared dead.

The doctor and the nurse are out.

The man stood in front of the bed and slowly covered his wife's head with a white cloth sheet.

Since then, yin and Yang have been separated forever.

And he will have everything he once dreamed of, and don't worry anymore.

And his sons and daughters can finally stand upright beside him and Yirou.

He was so happy that he almost jumped up.

Such love and hatred and life and death parting have been seen by Alan for hundreds of years, and he is numb.

People always die, but sooner or later.

Lang lazily dragged the evocative chain into the ward and stood in front of the hospital bed.

The husband went out to call and informed him that his daughter and his wife's daughter came to the hospital.

Thirty seconds left.

Alan waited patiently for his soul to leave.

Thirty seconds later, a pale white woman figure floated out slowly from the body.

At a glance, she saw Alan hidden in the dark with a soul seducing chain.

She was stunned for a moment. She looked back at the hospital bed and saw the instrument belonging to a straight line. She asked Alan, "I'm dead?"

Alan still nodded.

Because he found that this is a woman with a clean soul.

Her eyes were sad, her hands were clenched, she looked up slightly, looked at the roof, and then seemed to have made some determination. She flopped and knelt in front of Alan, kowtowed three heads, then looked up and begged, "please be merciful and give me ten minutes. I am willing to repay you with all I have."

Alan didn't move and asked calmly, "haven't you heard a word? The king of hell wants you to die in the third watch. Who dares to keep you until the fifth watch?"

"I know, I know, but I was killed by my husband and his lover. I'm not sorry for my death. That's the retribution of my ignorance. But my daughter is innocent. She's only seventeen years old. I don't know her biological father sold her to a pervert. When I die, I'll send someone over. I just say a few words to my daughter, please, please, give me a chance Well, my daughter is only seventeen years old. She's in the hands of that pervert. Her whole life is over, please... "

The woman's face was full of tears and pleaded in pain.

"Everyone has his own cause and effect. You and I can't force it. Let's go. Your time is up." Alan has been indifferent to such things for a long time.

With a wave of the long chain in his hand, he suddenly caught the woman's neck.

"Please, even if you give me a minute, let me talk to my daughter, and I'll go with you right away. Please, just..."

With a wave of Alan's impatient hand, the female ghost could no longer speak. She struggled in despair. Unfortunately, the more she struggled, the tighter the chain, and her eyes would come out.

Alan no longer went to see the female ghost, but walked slowly towards the door with a chain in his hand.

In the hospital, a space distorted corner, seen by outsiders as a storage room, is actually the gate to the underworld.

At this time, a girl ran crazy at the end of the corridor. The female ghost suddenly pulled the chain and let the ghost fire on the chain burn her soul.

She seemed unconscious, but suddenly shouted at the girl, "Yuer, Yuer..."

Yuer!!!

Alan's body suddenly stiffened, his blood coagulated instantly, and he couldn't move forward any more!