"Hehe, that's a coincidence. Money is not an issue, I just want to taste this rumored yellow rice and go to you. ”

Shang Biao threw the ingots in his hand to Mrs. Wang, looking like a rich uncle.

"Xie Gongzi, don't worry, I'll get you the yellow rice for safekeeping, please here."

Wang Po led the way, and Shang Biao followed behind her.

After turning around, I came to the door of a small remote courtyard with red lanterns.

The doorknocker snapped, and a psychic medium with a dull expression opened the courtyard door.

"Go and lure the guest to Chunmei and tell her that she is a good hospitality."

Wang Po said a word to the spirit medium, and then turned her head to explain to Shang Biao, saying that she would go to the Yin Yang Inn to help pack yellow rice and ask him to follow the spirit medium to the room first and wait for a while.

Shang Biao waved her hand and let her leave, and followed the psychic into the courtyard.

The place where the ghosts of the underworld live is not as beautifully decorated as the yang, and Shang Biao didn't care about those details.

He had a hunch that Li Laohan would never be caught so easily.

Maybe he can make a small profit with a bowl of yellow rice, and it's not just Wang Po who can be a middleman.

followed the psychic into a woman's boudoir, and then the psychic closed the door and left, leaving Shang Biao alone in the room.

The decoration of the room is very simple, with a few pots of stone carvings, a Luo bed, and a set of tables, chairs and benches. The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and a square tea table was placed in the center, on which a wine jug and a few elegant small cups were placed.

Shang Biao sat on the round stool, playing with his wine glass, and waited for someone to come.

He guessed a little bit about this place, there are not a few evil ghosts in the vain city of Nuoda, and there is a market if there is demand.

Under the restrictions of the laws of the underworld, although it is not possible to blatantly open a green building, it is impossible to restrict the secret prostitution.

The red lantern at the door is the custom of the yang world, if there are no guests in the room, the lantern will be hung, and if there are guests, the lantern will be taken off.

Not long before Shang Biao sat down, footsteps sounded outside the door.

The wooden door of the boudoir squeaked open, and the main owner appeared.

Shang Biao turned around and saw a female ghost with beautiful eyes and spring, a jade face and a slender waist, full of mature charm, coming pretty.

"Childe Wanfu, the slave family Chunmei has seen Childe."

"Chunmei? Wang Po? Your name is a little familiar to me, it seems to be~"

"It turns out that Childe has also read the biography of the slave family, but Childe should not be misled by that poor scholar and have any bad impression of the slave family!"

Chunmei smiled awkwardly and defended herself.

"I'm just a little curious, you haven't been reincarnated yet, these hundreds of years have passed, and your lifespan is not that much, right?"

Shang Biao asked curiously, no wonder the princess dared to boast about Haikou, if it was really the princess recorded in the book, she had lived in this vain city for hundreds of years.

"Does Childe have to mention the sad things of the slave family? It's better to drink a glass of wine from the other side, and let the slave family serve you well, which can be regarded as our yin and yang friendship. ”

Chunmei walked across from Shang Biao and lifted the flask to fill his glass.

Shang Biao pinched the wine glass, stared at Chunmei with interest and continued: "I am more interested in the reason why you are not reincarnated than in you, and I say that this ingots are yours." ”

The bitch is ruthless, the drama is unmeaningful, Shang Biao really doesn't believe that no other ghost has asked about these things. What a sad thing, it's just miserable.

"The slave family didn't want to mention this sad past, but the son was forced to do so. That's a long story short, I'm afraid Childe will be disappointed after hearing it.

I waited for a few people to die, so we met in this city of vain.

Wu Da had a grudge with Sister Xiaolian, and found a bad judge to sue every day.

After the big official came down, he was punished to the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer, but Sister Xiaolian was the creditor of Wuda's previous life, and he asked for his life to repay the debt, and he was not held accountable according to the Yin law.

Although Wuda was not satisfied with this verdict, he was helpless, but he refused to reincarnate.

It wasn't until a few decades later that Nawu Ershou reached eighty, and after his death, he was named a god, but he didn't know how to have a friendship with King Bian Cheng.

Sister Xiaolian, Wang Po was already reincarnated, and she was found by him again, and she was thrown into this vain city, saying that she wanted to fulfill her brother's wish and cut off the past.

King Bian Cheng turned a blind eye, and never arranged for Sister Xiaolian and Wang Po to reincarnate again. And the slave family simply didn't want to go to the yang world to suffer, and they received the favor of Sister Xiaolian before her death, so they volunteered to stay with her.

I don't know if the slave family explains it like this, but the son is still satisfied. ”

Chunmei's explanation is reasonable, although there is something to hide, but Shang Biao smiled and didn't ask any more.

"Since the son has nothing to ask, it is better to have fun with the slave family as soon as possible, go to Wushan together, and forget the loneliness of this dead city for the time being."

When the root of the ghost is moving, he makes friends with his eyes, although he does not see the facts, but he is happy. Compared to the short-term pleasure when having a physical body, it is much stronger, and it is estimated that this is also the reason why Chunmei is reluctant to be reincarnated.

Shang Biao naturally couldn't agree, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said: "The money will not be less for you, I just need yellow rice, when will Wang Po come back." ”

Chunmei's beautiful eyes were about to cry, and she looked at Shang Biao aggrievedly: "Childe dislikes slaves, let's be happy for a while, if Childe wants to find a chaste martyr in this underworld, I'm afraid it will take a long time." ”

"What nonsense, I just dislike you. When will Wang Po come back, let her immediately bring yellow rice to me. ”

Shang Biao behaved very politely and tried to make Chunmei angry. If she pesters her for a while, maybe she will find something wrong.

"Okay, okay, look down on me, then I'll let you never have a chance to look at it in the future."

The vicious words came out of her mouth, and the original pretty woman turned into a puffy, green-eyed, purple-faced ghost.

Feeling the yin qi emanating from Chunmei, Shang Biao was shocked in his heart, knowing that he was self-defeating. In the end, I still underestimated this lewd ghost. Although she is a little unprofessional, she is also an old ghost who has lived here for hundreds of years.

"Hehe, just kidding, Sister Chunmei won't shoot me at home, right? Although you have a good relationship with the ghosts, they will not violate the laws of yin for you. ”

Shang Biao smiled and got up to pick up the wine jug, turned his back to Chunmei and added a glass to the cup, and a drop of clear soup quietly dripped into the wine glass from the ticket.

"Hmph, it's cheap for you to let your soul fly away!"

Chunmei looked at Shang Biao coldly, restrained her momentum, and covered up her body.

"Come, this cup is the little brother's reparation. The book says that Sister Chunmei is good at room surgery, which makes the long-tested Ximen officials want to stop.

The little brother has been fascinated for a long time, and today he can finally get what he wants, how can he dislike it. ”

Shang Biao's tone was sincere, and he handed the wine glass to Chunmei.

"It's pretty much the same, they're all ghosts and there are so many stinking problems with my son, fortunately I met my sister and I was easy to talk to, otherwise you would be comfortable."