Xue Yan was stunned and had nothing to say, so he could only divert the topic: "By the way, since you have recovered, when are you going to go back?" ”

"Go back?" Prison painting was shocked. "I haven't lived long enough, go back to the underworld, won't I die? I've been stuck in the Lethe River for 400 years! It's hard to survive once, but I'm only in my early twenties, and I ......."

"Hey, you girl, why are you so anxious? I didn't say I wanted you to die! Besides, now that you have recovered your identity as an earth immortal, this physical mortal womb has become a medium for your existence in the mortal world, immortal, and has nothing to do with birth, old age, sickness and death! ”

"It's good not to grow old and not die, what does it mean to not be born and not to die? Does that mean I can't have a baby? He asked with a sad face.

Xue Yan Qi knot. Why is this woman's focus always so weird! How many people's wishes are immortal! She only cares about whether she can have a baby!

"Mortal body medium cannot be born, but soul body can be born." Xue Yan sighed and explained patiently. "It's okay if you really want to give birth, but it's not appropriate in the daylight right now, and we'll go home in the evening......"

"Stop! What are you talking about! Who wants to go home with you at night...... "The face of the prison painting "rubbed" red, and the heart said that you are a reincarnation king Xue Yan, with a bewildering face, he really came to do something confusing, and he wanted to seduce her to go home with him in broad daylight to do something, but fortunately he was a king of Hades, and he was a little jealous. If this were a person, maybe she would ...... And she took the bait.

Xue Yan didn't seem to realize what he had just said, and he reacted when he was reminded by the prison painting, lowered his head a little embarrassed, and coughed lightly: "I mean, you go back to the underworld as soon as possible to deal with the affairs of everyone's house." Now everyone in the underworld lives in a house from 400 years ago, and there is no decent one anymore, and there are complaints all day long. ”

He was a little aggrieved. Anyway, the prison painting is also his nominal wife, although he didn't visit the church, but he exchanged his birthday, and the household registration files of the prefecture are all registered couples, what's wrong with taking her back to give birth to a baby? As for such a big reaction! But the key is...... This girl doesn't remember anything now, and he can't tell the prison directly about their true relationship. Forget it, let's take it one step at a time!

The prison painting scoffed at his blunt explanation, and glared at him with those dark eyes, but the unreceding blush on his cheeks made the eyes that were originally meant to demonstrate ambiguous and affectionate, and Xue Yan's heart trembled.

This woman, while rejecting him and seducing him, is really terrible.

He didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his behavior, so he only said complacently: "I can still live in it for 400 years, which means that the quality of the house I built is good!" ”

Xue Yan almost vomited blood. Is that the point? And who said it could be lived? Ghosts hate it, okay!

"Now that you have recovered your identity, you have sold a house like Jimei, and now you have a reputation, even if you don't go back, someone will not be able to stand their house coming to you."

"Really?" Prison painting is fun. "That's right, I'm just waiting for them to come to me! I'm just selling my house! Ay? Shouldn't you tell me that it's my obligation to build a house, and I have to go back and build a house for them for free, right? The prison painting suddenly looked at Xue Yan vigilantly, and the way he took a step back for fear that Xue Yan would do it amused Xue Yan.

"Who said it was free? You've never been free! "Otherwise, where would she earn so much dowry, and let her fall into the river and drag her into the world? Xue Yan complained secretly. Sure enough, human nature is difficult to change, and four hundred years have passed, and they are still so greedy for money. "Besides, you're free, and it's not good for me!" Xue Yan said. Just kidding, they are husband and wife, she makes money is he makes money, how can he block his own money?

The prison painting didn't know what Xue Yan was thinking, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it. Now that she knows her details and Xue Yan's attitude, she no longer worries that her sale of the house will be disturbed, and finally asked the doubts in her heart: "That's good." So I'm relieved. It's just that I still don't quite understand, how did the house I sold in the world become a house in the underworld? Even if I had the ability to build a house with a wave of my hand, I hadn't used it! ”

Xue Yan pondered for a moment and asked, "How long did you sell the house in the world before you met the extremely beautiful?" ”

"A month."

"I'll go with you tonight, and I'll want to know why."

Six o'clock is the time when most of the employees in the sales department get off work. If there are no customers coming to see the property, the door will be locked at this time. Prison painting and Xue Yan enjoyed the street scene at dusk, and walked all the way to the sales department of Fujiang Mountain. At this time, the door of the sales department has not yet been closed, and the cleaner has already packed up the mop and is ready to leave with a bucket. When the security guard saw the prison painting coming, he asked if there was anything wrong with the prison painting, and the prison painting nodded, saying that he would take the customer to see the house, let the security guard go first, and he would lock the door.

The prison painting is one of the sales sales departments that often work overtime, and the security guard nodded and left without doubting him, leaving the prison painting and Xue Yan two.

"That day, according to the positioning given to me by Vientiane Gate, I came here directly." Xue Yan pointed to his feet. "But when I came, the address here was near the Golden Bridge of the Ten Palaces of the Underworld, which is my jurisdiction. But now it seems that it is clearly not. Looking at the scenery outside, it is still in the mortal world. ”

Prison Painting glanced at the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window, nodded and said, "I'll take you to see what this community in the mortal world looks like." ”

The two of them walked to the sales building, and the prison painting led Xue Yan around the community.

"Look, isn't the structure of the whole neighborhood the same as the one you live in now?" The prison painting shirt was seen in a hurry twice, and he didn't quite remember the overall appearance of the community in the ten halls of the underworld, but Xue Yan had already received the house and knew more about the structure of the community. He looked around and nodded, "Indeed." This neighborhood is exactly the same structure as the one you sold me. ”

"Not only that, but even the structure of the room is the same. The only difference is the style and décor. ”

"I'll take you to the Ten Halls now to see the house again, and think about what is familiar." Xue Yan said, took one of the hands of the prison painting, pushed away the void in front of him, and pulled the prison painting and walked inward. Before the prison painting had time to react, the scenery in front of him had changed in an instant, and it was the place full of classical flavor.

Prison Painting was led by Xue Yan to the villa, and suddenly remembered that this guy invited Prison Painting to go home with him at night during the day, and this was really home, and I wondered if this guy deliberately led her over. But seeing Xue Yan thinking about it with a serious face, he felt that he was too careful. After all, such a handsome Lord Yama, what do you want, can you hook up with her around the corner?

When I came to the interior of the villa again, I felt some emotion in my heart. The last time I was here, I was still nervous, thinking about whether I should wash my hands after finishing this ticket, and this time I was already looking for the root cause as an earth immortal. This feeling of holding the situation out of control in her hands and analyzing it carefully and gradually taking control makes her feel very secure, just like the feeling that money can bring her, which is grounded.

Soon, she felt that this style of decoration was familiar. Only then did I remember that when she entered the sales department for about half a month, she once saw a designer's excellent works displayed in a variety show with the theme of decoration on TV, which seemed to be this modern Chinese style. At that time, she did imagine that the community in her sales department would be renovated with this as a template, and then combine Chinese courtyard and garden design.

But that's just imagination. She didn't think that would make any real difference.

"I did imagine it, but I'm sure I didn't do anything."

Xue Yan seemed taken aback, and then thoughtfully. After a while, he spoke: "Prison painting, in the past 400 years, although you have not been in office, your ability has increased instead of decreasing. ”

The prison painting asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?" ”

"The location of this community is very yin, and it is not suitable for residential buildings. But this developer chose this place and made a high-end community. If you don't show up, there's something haunted in this neighborhood at best. But you came, and you still consciously transformed and rebuilt this community. So all the yin energy here has been used by you to build in the underworld. What is above ground is what is underground. Yin and Yang are opposite, and this position has become a new passage between the mortal world and the underworld. In the month you have been in the sales department, the power of the earth immortals in your body is awakening, and at the same time, you are also making the best transformation of the surrounding environment. It's all about getting in touch with the underworld. And these are all things that happen when you are unconscious. ”