Chapter 624: The Old Ghost with White Eyebrows

Although the little gangsters took Zhang Yi to the other side of the street, they did not take it to any small streets and alleys, but to the edge of the street, where there were many fewer ghosts than in the lively places, only scattered ghosts walking back and forth.

"Mr. Zhang, this is here!" The thug stood in front of a grocery store and spoke.

"Let's go inside!" Zhang Yi walked in with his hands behind his back.

As the name suggests, this grocery store sells groceries, and although the relatives of the sun will burn some items after death, these items will also be useful and bad, and at this time you need to go to the underground store to buy them. Of course, it doesn't mean that there is everything in a grocery store, but there is also a store for this kind of shopping like Yangma, buy furniture to go to the furniture store, buy walking tools to go to the transportation store. Grocery stores like this sell mops, brooms, washbasins, and the like.

After walking into the grocery store, there was an old ghost with white eyebrows half-leaning on the counter, his eyes slightly squinted and napping.

"Mr. Zhang, you wait for a moment!" The little bastard smiled and stepped forward to the counter.

"Old man......" As soon as the little bastard said two words, the white-eyed old ghost spit out the word "roll".

The little bastard suddenly swallowed what he was about to say, and his face twitched violently, but when he thought of Zhang Yi's golden paper money, he forcibly held back the anger in his heart, and said softly: "Why is it so angry, it hurts so much!"

"Hurt!?" The white-eyed old ghost got up from the counter all of a sudden, and said angrily: "I don't know what you kid thinks, you brought a ghost you don't know here, do you want to harm me, or do you want to break the rules?"

"Alas! Don't say that! The little bastard grabbed the old ghost's hand, took out some ordinary paper money into his arms, and stuffed it into the old ghost's hand.

"Let go! You get the hell out of here, I'll treat you as if you didn't come here! The white-eyed old ghost was not moved at all, and he struggled to break free from the hand that was grabbed by the little bastard.

"You don't ...... old man" The little bastard grabbed the hand of the white-eyed old ghost, and when he was about to spit out a bunch of indecent words, he remembered the golden paper money, suppressed his anger vividly, and took out a handful of ordinary paper money from his arms and stuffed it into the white-eyed old ghost's hand.

At this time, the white-eyed old ghost didn't struggle, just looked at the little bastard lightly, with an expressionless face.

"That's right, who can't get along with money!" The little bastard grinned and said softly.

"That's it!?" The white-eyed old ghost said lightly.

"You old immortal, don't you ...... in the cow temple" The little bastard's head suddenly burst into green tendons, and the fragrant words suddenly surrounded his mouth, almost throwing it out.

In the end, the little bastard still suppressed his anger, took out a handful of paper money and stuffed it into the other hand of the white-eyed old ghost.

"Huh...... The weight of these two hands seems to be different, and it is so hard to lift your arms! The white-eyed old grimace said without blushing and without a heartbeat.

The little bastard gritted his teeth and squeaked, and finally looked at the face of the golden paper money, forcibly suppressed his anger, and took out a handful of paper money and stuffed it.

"Take it, take it, sooner or later you will be greedy to death!" The little bastard said hatefully.

Zhang Yili ignored the acting singing and harmony of the little gangster and the white-eyed old ghost, since he had already given the little gangster benefits, the little gangster naturally wanted to help him settle it, as for how to settle it, it was the little gangster's own business, and it had nothing to do with Zhang Yi.

"Hmph......" After the white-eyed old ghost put the paper money in, he said: "Boy, don't say I didn't remind you, you just brought a strange ghost here without any greetings, in case something happens, you will eat well!?"

"When something happens, not only you, but also a large number of ghosts will be unlucky, and the eighteenth layer of hell is no joke." The white-eyed old ghost continued to speak: "It's your fate this time, otherwise, no matter how much money you stuff, it's useless!"

"Cut! It's good to receive the money, and now it's still talking so much nonsense! The little bastard said disdainfully.

"Huh...... You still don't believe you when you're young! After glancing at Zhang Yi, the white-eyed old ghost retracted his eyes to the little bastard, and said softly, "Did you see the sign on his waist?"

"Brand!?" The little gangster turned his head to look and suddenly found the sign on Zhang Yi's waist.

At the beginning, all the mental power of the little gangster was on that golden paper money, and he didn't notice this token at all, but now he saw it after being reminded by the white-eyed old ghost.

"What's wrong with this sign?" The little bastard turned his head and asked with a silly white face.

"What's wrong!?" The white-eyed old ghost said indignantly: "Lao Tzu really wants to slap you to death!"

"Is this token special?" When the little bastard saw the white-eyed old ghost like this, he knew that he seemed to have stabbed Lou Zi.

"This sign is a judge's order, only the judge has it, it is a symbol of the judge's status, and it is also carried by the judge." The white-eyed old ghost lowered his voice and said, "Now this token is on him, do you know what it represents?"

"This ...... This...... This...... He...... He...... He...... No...... No," the little bastard shook and vomited.

The little bastard only remembered it now, no wonder none of those Yin soldiers came to check on him along the way, he originally thought that he was lucky and was not selected. Now that I think about it, it's all because of Zhang Yi, and it's not strange that such an identity can come up with that kind of golden paper money.

"Look at how you haven't seen the world!" The white-eyed old ghost said disdainfully: "What's the panic, he's not here to make trouble."

"Really...... It's true...... Are you sure? The little bastard was propped up on the counter, because his legs were completely weak at this time, and he couldn't stand at all.

"I've seen so many ghosts, I can't be wrong!" The white-eyed old ghost shook his eyebrows and said, "He must have something urgent, something that even the Ten Palaces can't do!" So he definitely won't be looking for trouble this time, and it's good to sell favors! ”

"Did he say he was going to do anything?" The white-eyed old ghost asked the little bastard.

"Nope!" The little bastard spoke, "He just said he wanted to find a place to buy and sell information."

"Intelligence!?" After muttering to himself, the white-eyed old ghost took out rice paper and pen from under the counter and wrote quickly.

"Oh, take it! Go to the Yellow Road Hotel and find the shopkeeper to give him this piece of paper! After handing the paper to the little bastard, the white-eyed old ghost said, "Now you can get out of Lao Tzu's sight!"

"Ah...... The ......" little bastard took the paper and wanted to ask something.

"Get out!" The white-eyed old ghost rolled his eyes and scolded.

Gangsters: ( ́-_-'; )