Meng Shujun, an authentic Sichuan common man, loves to eat and wait for death, and has a long mouth.

His life is like this-

More than twenty years ago, he was born.

And then died.

Nope.

There is no vigorous love, let alone friendship, and even he doesn't have much contact with others at all, at most, a mother occasionally calls him to call him, remember to collect clothes! Not even a word of care!

He didn't even know how he died, but he remembered that he seemed to be complaining about a Tanmei novel author at the time, and he died inexplicably before he finished complaining.

It's just a little bit, and the dashing 3,000-word long comment was sent out! I almost sent it all at once!

It turns out that complaining about the author of Tanmei will die!

He fell into deep thought, and finally confirmed that he was a straight man. If it weren't for the recent trend that was flourishing, Sheng would have two men hugging and hugging on his small advertisement, and he was caught off guard.

Flash the blind old man's dog eyes!

But he must be straight, straight can't be straighter, I'd rather bend than bend!

It's impossible to have a relationship with a man for the rest of your life!

Then, it is his duty to complain about the author of Tanmei, so his innocent death, glorious death, and death are of historical significance!

it!

Is this something that can be solved by an innocent sentence!! This is already playing with life, playing with life to complain, he is an outstanding representative of the Tucao Star People!

He is a dignified seven-foot man, he will die when he says he will die, and the cause of death is still unknown, so how can he swallow this breath!

Meng Shujun fell to his knees, wanting to cry without tears.

Who can tell him where this is?

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything when I reached out my fingers, but I could always feel an eerie evil wind blowing in my ears.

"Hello, you are now in hell and are about to enter the path of reincarnation, please buy a human reincarnation ticket, the ticket price is thirty merits, no bargaining, thank you for your cooperation."

The cold mechanized voice sounded abruptly, startling Meng Shujun fiercely.

"Ouch! What the hell! ”

"The door of the sixteenth reincarnation is about to close, please hurry up and count down to ten minutes for passengers who have not yet purchased tickets."

"Big brother, do you sell tickets? Do scalpers have wooden tickets? He deliberately teased, just to see if the owner of this voice was a human or a ghost.

"Tick-"

A sharp and piercing sound sounded, and the cold voice continued to mechanize: "When the time comes, please enter the reincarnation road in turn according to the seat number, the single number goes to the left, the double number goes to the right, and the passengers who evade the ticket should consciously make up the ticket, otherwise they will be included in the hell reincarnation blacklist, Baishi Animal Dao." ”

And so on –

This inexplicable familiarity -

Meng Shujun patted his head and said confidently: "Brother, are you selling bus tickets, your price is too expensive, right?" Bring me one! Eh, how much merit do I have? ”

The voice obviously ignored his meaning, and continued to be indifferent and ruthless, without a trace of human flavor: "After entering the Tao, please blow out the reincarnation lamp to avoid causing fire, prohibit carrying controlled knives in public, prohibit smoking, drinking, fighting, and prostitution, thank you for your cooperation, I wish you a happy reincarnation, and we will see you in the next life!" ”

“……”

What a ticket seller.

Suddenly, a strong impact pushed him several meters, and he felt as if he had been lifted up, and as if he was being squeezed around, his feet not touching the ground.

This wonderful ghost animal feeling!

Hey, it's a bit like the crowds of people when the city is on sale, and countless uncles and aunts crowd you so that you have nothing to love, and your face is blue. You can't complain yet, or they will suddenly give you a 180-degree dip, and you can go sing Liangliang!

Is this the time to think about it?

Fuck he's being squeezed forward!

Is Lao Tzu confessing like this in his good years? Lao Tzu is not convinced!

Damn Tanmei author, Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!

When he was about to foam at the mouth in despair, a burst of cheerful music suddenly sounded, and a sweet and lively voice came to his ears, "Hello! Welcome to Paradise of Hell! I'm the little V, you can call me VV! ”

"It's all about Lao Tzu! Stop me! ”

Meng Shujun roared as if he had found a life-saving straw: "Your hell system is incomplete!" Didn't you top up your money! Can't you clean up the environment? What age is this, and what horrors are you playing! It's pitch black and doesn't let people live! ”

All he could see was a dark fog, and with the already dim environment, he didn't know what kind of demons and monsters were walking ahead of him now! It's really scary, hey!

"Hello! I'm the little V, you can call me VV! ”

"Lao Tzu knows! Get me down! ”

He said frantically, "The devil knows what's up ahead!" I didn't buy a ticket! ”

In case it was the reincarnation path, if he was strayed into it, it would be a hundred lifetimes of animal paths!

The delicate voice continued to repeat, "Hello! I'm the little V, you can call me VV! ”

Meng Shujun burst out with a howl like killing a pig: "Peppa Pig's day, your mother, ahhhhhhhhh ”

"Hello! I'm the little V, you can ......"

“……”

It seems that this is artificial intelligence, and it will only answer questions repeatedly, hell's high-tech real bull X, but you have the money to do these crazy things, and you don't have the money to get rid of these miasma!

“VV！ VV！ Get me down! ”

He exclaimed, and immediately understood that he had to call out the name of the garbage system, and it would know how to run, otherwise it would keep repeating hello! Annoying batch!

"Ding—"

"The host has accepted the binding—"

"Hell Workplace Handbook Loading—"

"Whew! Lao Tzu didn't ask for that workplace manual! It's not about tying you to anything! Get me down! ”

He had been walking on his feet for several minutes, and he was about to vomit when he shook it, and he felt his internal organs curl up and convulse.

"Hello! I'm the ...... Soul Servant."

Meng Shujun spurted out a mouthful of blood in his heart.

This IQ is impressive!

What the hell is wrong with him, has his IQ been infected by the kid next door! I've been talking to this stupid artificial intelligence for so long! After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "VV, get me down." ”

"The host's physical system has collapsed, loading the hellish system—"

"Ding—"

"Loaded—"

There's a fart after loading! Lao Tzu is still being carried by others to walk!

You've got what it takes to get me down!

"Detect the host's original hellish identity—"

"Tested complete—"

"Welcome back from the Hades of Daiban!"

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[This is a ghost animal article.,The author's second work.,The cover will be changed after a while.,This work won't be updated for the time being.,Only the first chapter will be released.] It has not been modified yet, and it will be revised together when it is updated.

Modern texts are similar to fast wearing, completing tasks, the plot is hilarious, the feelings are slow and hot, and there is basically no abuse.

The main acceptance, the attack has to wait for a while before appearing, and the full text is only responsible for hilariousness.

Meng Shujun, a native of Sichuan, is good at playing with knives, complaining about crazy demons, straight men of steel, and when his mood fluctuates, he can't help but speak Sichuan, and there will be a Mandarin translator, so don't worry about not being able to understand it.

Writing ghosts and writing demons, in modern society, shemales and ghosts coexist, and they are happy.

Finally, everyone should take care of the new book!

Thank you!

Take a bow! 】