"The goods you purchased will be delivered to the recipient today, get his receipt, we will send the message to the payment mobile phone, if you have any questions, please contact in time." The man in Tang costume stiffly handed out a business card.

Qiqi took the business card, curiously flipped over it, gold on a black background, hard paper, high-end atmosphere, printed on the business scope and the name of the contact person Xiang Haitang, Zuo Zonghua

She sighed twice, "You deserve to be rich." ”

"Walk slowly." The two bodyguards, with their arms pressed against the seams of their trousers, bowed 45 degrees, and immediately got up like springs.

"No need to send it." Qiqi smiled cheerfully, after watching it for a long time, she thought it must be interesting to tease these two bodyguards.

Turning to leave, Zhang Lingyang's eyes saw Gu Sansheng saluting them, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

With Gu Sansheng's identity and status, even if Teacher Chaoyang came here, he would have to give her a big salute. For these juniors, there is no need for her to meet them in person.

He has only been entertained by paper puppets several times here, and he has not been able to see the deity as he has seen it today, and he has only seen it once in a hurry at the top of Kunlun Mountain before. Why would such a low-key boss salute them, Zhang Lingyang thought about it, and could only explain it by saying that it was polite to customers.

Qiqi walked as she walked, and while moving her stiff neck lying on the glass, she walked out of the gate, she still had important things to find the abandoned world.

With his head slightly raised, his pace stagnant, his gaze drawn to the scene above.

Countless green lines as thin as hair, of different lengths, hang upside down with fan-shaped golden leaves, densely gathered, presenting an upward view, like a fully blooming chrysanthemum, full of vitality.

A gust of wind, the golden leaves danced, like a butterfly with wings flying, setting off golden waves, brilliant and beautiful.

Qiqi, who had a keen eye, found that the black lines lined up on the page seemed to be handwriting.

"What is this?" Qiqi, who was attracted by this beautiful scenery, pointed upwards blankly, his mouth was slightly open, his eyes were clear and ignorant, and he looked at Zhang Lingyang beside him with eyes that exuded curiosity.

"These ginkgo leaves are full of thoughts of the living for the dead." Zhang Lingyang looked up, his eyes were full of gold, his eyes were sad, and under the blooming chrysanthemums, there was a strong breath of the dead, which reminded him of his dead companion again.

"Then will these thoughts be conveyed to the souls of the underworld?" Qiqi looked at the golden leaves, thoughtful.

Before Zhang Lingyang could answer, Gu Sansheng made a gesture, and the black-clothed paper puppet guarding the counter seemed to recite the text: "When a person dies, the soul brought out by Yin Cha with a soul chain is confused at first, and he can't tell whether he is alive or dead, but when he gets on Huangquan Road and sees the flowers on the other side, he will think of his life." The simple-minded souls of the dead will be guided by the Yin Cha and the flowers of the other side to reach the Lethe River. ”

"However, some dead souls, because they cling to certain people and certain things, are unwilling to give up the past and move towards a new samsara. The stronger the obsession, the greater the energy, and even the Yin Soul Chain can't be bound. They will break free from the shackles on Huangquan Road, Nai He Bridge and Wangxiang Terrace. In pain, wept and even made a fuss, and a large number of dead souls cried together, which once caused the Lethe River to churn and pour up, and the mountain dragon woke up. ”

"A long time ago, these souls were sent directly to the eighteenth layer of hell to be punished by flames for disturbing the order of the underworld. Until a general appeared, she said that obsession with this thing was a protective force and should not be a reason for them to be punished. While talking and laughing, the underworld gives the souls of the dead the greatest freedom. ”