Recently, I can't go to the underworld to set up a stall, but it has not affected the business of prison paintings. After the resort developed by Feng Jin was changed to a supernatural world, business has been booming. As an important producer, prison painting sits on dividends every month. The smartphones that were spread in the prefecture have almost become popular, and WeChat and Douyin have also been promoted. The ghosts in the field have saved thousands of years and have nowhere to spend, and suddenly they have a venting point. In the past, it was too expensive to sell a house in prison, and some people were reluctant to buy it, but those gadgets in the mortal world were happy to buy. This is similar to the fact that many people who can afford to buy a house are reluctant to eat and wear, while those who can't afford a house of millions can afford to buy an Apple mobile phone that is close to 10,000 yuan.

In short, no matter which way you consume it, you can get a little light on the painting.

Now that the business of the small shop is sluggish, she runs to the mall all day long to help people buy, and then asks people to come to the store to pick it up. The bigwigs were anxious about the appearance of the otaku, but the people at the bottom just ate melons and the masses left after seeing it, which did not affect their consumption mood at all. Anyway, when the sky fell, there was a tall man on top of it, and the world that had been peaceful for 5,000 years felt that it would not be messed up by this little commotion.

Prison painting is the kind of businessman who does not let go of big money and small money, no matter how small the mosquito is, he will never give up. So the business just went afloat. Although it can't make a fortune, it also makes prison paintings make progress every day, and the picture is happy.

However, within a few days, Xue Yan moved over, and the store was a little less calm. One more person in the family will always have a lot of things, especially one more man. Moreover, he is still a young man, but he is not like those clueless little fresh meat, who ask him anything casually.

Meals should have the main and secondary, meat and vegetarian, red and green; There should be a time for work and rest, and the time to do what should be done should be done; There must be rules for cleaning and counting goods, whether it is from east to west or west to east, there must be a charter, not as you like...... The rules in this Hades Palace have not decreased at all here. Don't look at how easy-going Xue Yan usually is, if you want to live with him, if you don't follow his rhythm, he can start with Pangu Open Heaven and Earth and talk to you all the way to garbage classification.

Prison painting also quickly changed from the identity of a shop owner, and after experiencing various ineffective blows of resistance, he chose to give up and became an obedient little quail.

If someone is in charge, it will always be uncomfortable. But it's not bad to live a regular life and get used to it. Under Xue Yan's arrangement, the store soon became a little thriving. Every day, Hu Cai is responsible for sending a notice of arrival to buyers, registering and picking up the goods for others. Prison painting every morning when there are few people in the mall to go shopping, and rest in the afternoon; Qingsoul goes to school from Monday to Friday, buys groceries on the way back from school at noon and evening, cooks, washes dishes, and cleans at home; Wu Xiao took Xiaobai out for a run early in the morning, went to a nearby park to practice, then took a bath in the river, and came back to eat at the restaurant. As for Xue Yan, he was probably afraid of soiling his place, so every morning he took advantage of the time to go out to buy in prison, and set up a table with the other Nine Hall Yama Kings at the door of the store for a meeting.

The only shop on Wandering Soul Street is so lively. Of course, none of the people who came and went were people.

On this day, the prison painting came back a little early, and the meeting of the ten former Hades was still going on. They didn't shy away from prison paintings, so they discussed the whereabouts of the otaku girl in front of her.

The prison painting sat very weakly

Came down and listened for a while. Ten minutes later, Miss Prison felt that it was a bit unserious to move a stool to sit on the side and eat melon seeds at a round table, so she ...... She kindly put away the melon seeds and reminded everyone present that it was time to go home for dinner.

Although the table is full of antiques, there is no objection to this kind of woman interrupting a man's business. On the one hand, they are afraid of the identity of this real estate tycoon, and on the other hand, the issues they discuss are really not nutritious. The position has been removed and she has been guarding Jiangcheng for more than half a month, and the housemaid has not moved at all. What's more, let alone that there are no clues, even if there are clues, they can't act rashly. The otaku girl is a devil, and she has never acted according to common sense. Analyse? Analyze the tube for birds?

Therefore, this group of big men are gathered here just to see the big guys below. Just imagine, if these ten people had just lifted the seal, they began to let themselves fly, and the waves flew to fly, and they didn't see anyone all day long, what would the bigwigs think?

The wings are stiff, and you want to fly, don't you?

If you can really fly, it's not impossible. It's just that none of the people present seem to have much confidence. Most of the topics discussed revolve around how to deal with the housemaid and the like by gathering the strength of these ten people, and of course, there are a lot of braggadocio elements in it, and the atmosphere is happy.

As soon as the prison painting asked, these people naturally dispersed. Every morning is a meeting time, and the afternoon is free. Xue Yan lived in the prison painting here, and the others bought a house in the wealthy country at that time, and the keys they received could also be used in the yang world, so they all went to live in the corresponding villa of their own family in the wealthy Jiangshan. During the free time this afternoon, the ten of them consciously did not chat. After being sealed for so many years, who doesn't want to take this opportunity to practice well? What if he becomes a god?

Of course, this is just your imagination.

Just as the ten former Hades got up and prepared to leave, there was an imperceptible fluctuation in the sky. All ten of them stopped. The fluctuation is very weak, but on the cusp of this kind of storm, there is a movement in the sky, which is not a small matter.

She didn't notice it, but she followed the eyes of the ten people and looked at the sky, and a white light flew from far and near.

Close, close. It flies very fast, and it has been flying for so long, you can see how far away it is.

Finally, the prison painting saw what it looked like. It's a paper crane. The white one, painted with colorful paints, looks delicate and elegant, revealing a weak and uncontrollable strength.

It was this weak paper crane that shocked the ten people present.

After the paper crane came into everyone's sight, it changed its speed, fell gently in an elegant posture, spun around the heads of the ten people, circled down, and then ...... fell to the ground.

It's like an ordinary paper crane.

But no one reached for it. They just stared at the crane, their expressions grim, as if they had seen something terrible.

Just as the prison painting was wondering, a voice came from her sea of knowledge.

"That's it! It's this crane! The voice trembled, full of anger and a little aggrieved cry, and when you heard it, you knew that there was a story in it.

Depend on! Why did this evil god wake up at this time? Worried about being exposed in front of ten people, he hurriedly ran into the store and hid while he could still control his body.

"You! Go back quickly

！ Let me see that paper crane! I'm going to see it! With the roar of this voice, the prison painting felt that the initiative of his body was being plundered by the power of the evil gods, and the power was lost little by little.

"Can't go back! Didn't you see those ten people just now? That's the first ten halls of Hades! With their strength together, even the God of Killing can be forced back, do you want to rush up to find death?! ”

The god was silent for two seconds, and he could almost feel the intense and irrepressible excitement of the god in those two seconds.

"The paper crane that you intercepted back then can't be like this, right?"

The god didn't speak, and he thought he might have guessed it.

"Maybe it just looks a little bit alike? Paper cranes, most of them look the same. ”

"Nope! Each messenger crane is branded with its owner, and it looks different. The pattern on this crane is exactly the same as the one I messaged! This is not the paper crane of the god of war, it must be an otaku! It's her! It's them! They're back! They appeared! ”

Although she couldn't see the expression of the evil god, she could almost imagine what she was like at this time. Hideous, trembling, angry, forbearing.

Poor baby. But it wasn't her turn to sympathize with the gods. She herself is the one who needs to be sympathized.

"Okay, even if you come back, if you rush out now and don't find the otaku, you will be beaten away by those ten. Didn't I say you, although you were once a god, but it's over, and you still expect to return to your original level immediately? It's just a fight with the otaku, if you fight with those ten and you haven't won, the heavens and the earth will know that you're back. The god of your good fellow Menlu back then was fine, and I don't know how much incense I have eaten in the past few thousand years. What if he knew you were there? Can I easily let you go? Did you deal with it? ”

The god was silent again. Prison painting suddenly felt that he was playing extraordinarily today, and it was not easy to convince this menopause to think about problems with his brain.

But what the prison painting didn't know was that the evil god had lived in the prison painting's body for a long time, and he also had a certain degree of awareness of his current situation, knowing that he was willful and could only choose to lurk. Otherwise, with a bad temper, how can you listen to this persuasion?

"Don't be in a hurry. I know you're looking for an otaku girl, looking for a god of war. But now it's not just us who are looking for them, but also the ten outside, heaven and earth, all eyes are watching now. The enemy is in the light and I am in the dark, so why expose myself first? ”

"Why are you thinking so much about me today? Isn't it a bad idea? ”

Prison painting instantly felt a sense of tension that was about to be debunked.

"I'm kidnapped by you, can I still have a crooked idea? But if you want to die, I don't want to follow. It's a day to live one more day. ”

"Be honest with me. Your body is mine, and your soul is mine. Don't have any other ideas. I'll go ask about the paper crane later.,See what the female devil of the otaku girl wants to do! ”

"Got it, got it. I'll go now, but you have to promise me that you can't act rashly, or something will happen. ”

"Hurry up!"

The prison painting shrugged his shoulders and ran out again helplessly. Pushing open the door, the paper crane has been opened by ten people and spread on the table. Ten people had serious expressions.

The eyes of the prison painting are sharp, and you can see the four words on it at a glance.

Mengcheng Jade Mine.