In a manor in a free country, the Judge had just finished cleaning the crystal ball with a handkerchief, stretching his limbs against the moon outside the window.

There are four guests in the spacious courtyard who are playing cards by the pool topless.

It is not difficult to see that the fortunes of the four of them are different, and one of them has the best luck with a squinting eye, just like the contemporary gambling god.

Why do you say you see it?

That's because the hand has a stake and the loser has to be stabbed in a position by the winner.

No, another round of cards was over, and Squint smiled again as he picked up the sharp knife on the table and stood up with a smile.

"I'm sorry, but I won again."

"It's really unlucky, why do you always win?"

The two men with the lowest scores cursed and scolded, allowing their squints to stick knives in their ribs, but they didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

"Well, maybe this is a friend......"

The judge sighed and walked back to his study.

He doesn't have many trusted friends, the lanky ghost is one, and the wizard is half.

But now the sense of the slender ghost has suddenly disappeared, and the wizard's whereabouts cannot be divined through the crystal ball, which makes him unable to read a book properly for two days.

"Let's think about it tomorrow and rest first......"

Grab a best-selling book of Gram Mythology fandom from the shelf, and Judge leans back on the couch to explore the new world.

At this time, the mobile phone on the side suddenly rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.

The trial picked up the mobile phone and looked at it, only to see that it was marked with "sales, fraud, and has been reported by 1,050 people." ”

"Tsk."

The judge frowned and hung up the phone.

Three seconds later, the phone remembered again that it was the same number.

"Don't die for the sake of performance?"

"Hey!"

Annoyed, the judge answered the phone, and a hoarse voice came from the other side.

"It's me, wizard."

"Wizard?!"

He couldn't help but sit up straight.

Although the wizard is usually cautious, his prophetic art is difficult to detect. But the divination of the past two days directly blew up the two crystal balls, which made him feel that this thing was not ordinary.

"Well, the situation is terrible now, I can only hide it first."

Far away from Huaguo, Cheng Hai was squatting under a bridge hole, holding a bow-shaped voice changer in his hand.

"Tell me, how's the ghost?" The trial said anxiously.

"Ghost him...... I'm sorry...... We provoked people who shouldn't be messed with in advance, cough cough cough ......" Cheng Hai suddenly coughed violently.

The judge thought that he was too badly injured and asked, "Are you alright?" I've let the blood moon pass, do you want to send him to pick you up? ”

"Don't ......"

Cheng Hai spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the paper, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Let's have a meeting tomorrow night, don't inform them in advance, I still need to cough up and confirm some things......"

"You...... Be careful. ”

Hearing Cheng Hai's words, the judge's expression was extremely complicated.

Did that inner ghost start doing it so early?

"Something, I'll hang up first."

Cheng Hai hung up the phone unilaterally, leaving the judge alone to face the moon and be alone and melancholy.

Before the plan began, a general was broken, is their career really going to be cold?

In the courtyard, the three people who had been losing cards finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground due to excessive blood loss. And the squinting God of Gamblers also put a gun at his head after laughing wildly.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and today was another day of freedom.

There was a grunt in the pool, and several tentacles reached out of the water, dragging the four remaining corpses into the pool, and then left one behind, vacuuming the blood from the side of the table.

"Don't eat the cards! It still works! The judgment ceased.

Just then, his phone rang again, another number marked as a suspected scam.

Judgment: "......"

He hasn't bought a house or a car recently......

Why are there so many scam calls?

"Hey, Judge Boss!"

The voice of the visitor was full of joy.

"Who are you?" The judge asked majestically.

"My name is Wuchen, Lord Ghost is finally dead, can I take the throne?"

"You're ......"

In this gloating tone, the judge simply wanted to follow the signal and directly give him a heavenly punishment.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm not in a hurry to deliver results to you, you have to understand my heart of work!" The man named Wuchen still looks like he is giggling, which is evil.

However, this is a judgment after all, and there are not too many monsters to see. Now is the time to employ people, and if this madman really has the strength to match his self-confidence, it doesn't hurt to let him take the position of the slender ghost.

"Come to my yard tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock to look for me, and if you are late, you will die."

"Okay!"

Wuchen was in high spirits, completely unaware of the threat of judgment.

Hanging up, Judgment looked at the moon and let out a long sigh of relief.

This team of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods is really difficult to lead.

……

At the same time, Cheng Hai, who had just hung up the phone, was walking on the way back to the study.

He had wanted to find time to make a trip to the Afterlife Street, but when he thought that the Judgment had already sent Blood Moon to Hagiumi, he dismissed that idea.

His immediate priority is to sweep his own tail.

On the battlefield side, there is no need to worry because of the powerful shots. The first thing to solve is the hospital, and he has to go and revise the hospitalization record first.

"No...... right"

Cheng Hai's body suddenly froze.

The Forbidden Eye hasn't woken up yet, what is he going to do to modify the hospital's data......

"Small eyes? Wake up? Got to work. ”

Cheng Hai tried to call out to the already sleeping Forbidden Eye, but unfortunately there was no response.

"Small-eyed?"

"Brother Eye?"

"You can't let me call you daddy, can you?"

"You wake up now, and we can go for an eye care when we're done."

"Alas......"

Cheng Hai sighed helplessly, not knowing if he was wrong.

The next day without the forbidden eye, think of him.

Helpless, Cheng Hai could only deal with other things first.

Boarding his communication number, Fan Jiang's status showed that he was in the game, so he left him a message: "Old Zhuang, do you know a person named Chu Xuan?" ”

Although the king of Hades called Chu Xuan a child, Cheng Hai didn't think that the other party would be younger than him.

After more than ten minutes, Fan Jiang's news finally came back.

"I've heard of it, and it's also a goblin. Her whereabouts are uncertain and it will be difficult to find her, so you can go to Xiangsheng Street to find the messenger. ”

The Courier, the name of the Afterlife Street intelligence peddler.

It seems that there are no shortcuts this time.

"Then do you know what kind of person the owner of the Afterlife Street is?" Cheng Hai asked again.

He had some guesses about the crack that appeared in the air that day.

According to Hades, the gods would not take the initiative to attack him because of his identity. If there is a hostile god on the other side, he should wish he died, and it is impossible to help him save Cheng Yiyi.

And there are few gods he knows, and the only one who may be implicated is the owner of the Dead Street. After all, the Blood Refining Great Array he modified was based on her.

"I know, why don't I know."

At the other end of the chat channel, Fan Jiang tapped the keyboard gloomily: "That old woman is very small-minded. ”

"Huh?"

Cheng Hai was shocked by this statement.

Listening to this tone, Lao Zhuang is not just as simple as acquaintance.

Fan Jiang rolled up his sleeves and was about to type.

At this moment, a crack quietly opened behind him, and a white arm slowly stretched out from inside, and then ......

"That old woman fgyuergfuyrghckjggyue"

Cheng Hai: "??? ”

This is......

Head-to-head on the keyboard?

Well, the god who appeared that day was the owner of the Afterlife Street, yes.

I hope Lao Zhuang can get out of bed this month.

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