"Mom-" Wang Meili dragged out a long voice with resentment, "What are you talking about!" ”

Wang Persimmon Chang's face was also a little unbearable, but it seemed that he was usually a "wife in charge", so he didn't dare to reprimand, but only dared to change the topic: "Wife, go prepare breakfast, stay and have a meal together, Xiao Chen and Donglai, haven't eaten yet?" ”

"Don't bother, I've eaten it." I said pleasantly, pretending I hadn't heard anything—no one wanted to hear someone curse themselves to death.

"Aunt Qian, I want to eat fried noodles, can I make it?" Zhao Donglai suddenly straightened his neck and said.

“…… How do you know my last name is Qian? Wang Meimei's mother was shocked.

"Heh," Zhao Donglai pinched his fingers mysteriously and said with a smile, "I'm not a cultivator, not only do I know your surname Qian, but I also know another thing about you, hehe." ”

"W-What?" The expression of the beautiful mother looked a little flustered.

Zhao Donglai didn't answer the beautiful mother, but looked at Wang Meili: "Hey, sister-in-law, next door to your house, is your surname Wang?" ”

"No, the surname is Li." The beautiful mother rushed to say.

The surname next door is Wang, Zhao Donglai obviously has something to say, I looked at Wang Meili, she also heard it, and her face became very ugly.

Of course, Wang Persimmon didn't know the "allusions" that these young people knew, and enthusiastically introduced them to Zhao Donglai: "Next door lives Li Shuji of Shiwei, what's the matter, do you want to know him?" I'm very familiar with Lao Li, would I like to introduce you? ”

"I'm just asking casually," Zhao Donglai raised an eyebrow at Meimei's mother, "Aunt Qian, if I can solve Chen Yang's problem, will you still object to Meimei being with him?" ”

The beautiful mother's face was green, greener than the top of the beautiful father's head, and she was caught by Zhao Donglai, what else could she say, so she had to say coldly: "I don't care about your young people, I'll make fried noodles for you." ”

With that, the beautiful mother turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Aunt Qian, I don't put green onions and coriander!"

I secretly pinched Zhao Donglai, why are you doing in this muddy water when you have nothing to do? Li Shuji I know, I have been to our hospital to inspect, the person is graceful, the official is also one level older than the beautiful father, it seems that he is still two years younger, it can be said that the future is immeasurable, it is said that he is expected to succeed someone in the next step and become the second in command of the province.

People go to high places, and it is understandable that beautiful mothers have further thoughts, and besides, when they reach the level of beautiful fathers, who doesn't have any problems? Is there no one outside Wang Persimmon Chang? I don't know how to look at the face, I will go out and ask Zhao Donglai, he is so gossipy, he must have already "looked" everyone in this room.

After the beautiful mother left, next, finally got to the point.

Because last night Wang Meili had already told Zhao Dong about me on the phone, no need for me to repeat it, Donglai asked a few more details, and then, he closed his eyes, leaned into the sofa, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, as if he was thinking about countermeasures.

"Xiao Chen, do you smoke?" Wang Persimmon asked softly, I saw Zhao Donglai's constricted brows, and I was a little drumming in my heart, so I took Wang Persimmon Chang's Chinese cigarette, lit it, and smoked quietly.

When half a cigarette was held, Zhao Donglai suddenly opened his eyes: "Sister-in-law, go find me a pen and paper." ”

"Holo." Wang Meili got up and went into the house, and quickly found a pen and paper.

Zhao Donglai wrote the names of several parties on the paper, and while writing, he read the words: "Half demon, Zhang Anqi; Yin Shuai, Xie Bi'an; handsome, yellow-waisted; Demon clan, fake yellow waist; Inferior ghosts, men are white and impermanent; An old fortune teller who can play chess; Former ghost owner, Reyna ......"

Finally, he wrote a line directly above the paper: Some Opinions on the Issue of Chen Yang's "Death Contract".

This title is really not a loss of ...... in the agency

After writing, Zhao Donglai circled the names of "Xie Bi'an" and "Huang Waist" and crossed it vigorously.

"You...... Are you going to kill them? I asked tentatively.

Zhao Donglai raised his head and looked at me in surprise: "What did you say?" ”

"Does that mean 'click'?" I asked, pointing to the big fork on the paper.

"You're sick!" Zhao Donglai glanced at me, "Dry Yin handsome? Two more? If you dare to kill one, the little king of Hades will dare to turn our Shengjing City into a hell on earth! ”

I was shocked, that's over, I didn't expect Yin Shuai's status to be so high, I can't move, the fortune teller old man said, if you want to break my "death contract", the best way is to kill the other party of the contract, that is, Huang Waist, kill her, and the contract will be automatically terminated, but the old man also said that it is too difficult to do Huang Waist, and now, Zhao Donglai also said the same, it seems that this road is indeed impassable.

“…… Who is Little Hades? Wang Meili asked.

"It's the son of Lord Yama." Wang Persimmon answered in a low voice.

Zhao Donglai shook his head: "It's not a son, it's a daughter, her name is Qin Shuyao, and she is the governor of the 'Yin Mission' in the prefecture organization, and the top ten yin handsomes are all under her direct control." ”

"Equivalent to our Yang Realm's Offering of Anbu?" Wang Meili asked.

Zhao Donglai thought about it and shook his head: "It's a little bigger than that." ”

"It should be equivalent to Chang Wei who is in charge of supplying Ambu." After all, Wang Persimmon is in his position, and he understands this, so he said with certainty.

"I suddenly remembered," I patted my head, "I remember that when Xie Bi'an appeared, he once asked the fake yellow waist, saying that this Zhang Anqi is the person 'His Highness' wants?" The 'Your Highness' she is talking about should be the little Yama, right? ”

"Well, yes," Zhao Donglai nodded, "As far as I know, the Hades King only has one daughter, and she can be called His Royal Highness, but I don't think this matter has anything to do with the Little Hades." ”

"It's all about this guy?" Wang Meili pointed to the name of the yellow waist on the paper and said.

But Zhao Donglai shook his head again: "It doesn't have much to do with her, so I excluded both of them." ”

The three of us looked at each other, obviously Huang Waist wanted to buy my Yangshou, why didn't it have much to do with her?

Zhao Donglai ignored our doubts, turned the pen twice between his fingers, circled the names of the fortune teller and Reina, thought about it, and crossed out Reina's name.

"You mean to say that the old fortune teller has a problem?" I have figured out Zhao Donglai's routine.

Zhao Donglai raised his head: "Who told you that Huang Yinshuai wants to buy your Yangshou?" ”

"Old man." I say.

"And who told you that you won't live for more than a month?"

"It's him, too."

"And what if, he's fooling you?" Zhao Donglai said with a smile.

I blinked: "...... He's idle, what's he fooling me for? ”

Zhao Donglai put down his pen and pointed to Zhang Anqi's name: "Perhaps, she is the key to the problem." ”

"Kiki? How? Wang Meili asked.

"I'm a cultivator, I'm good at the affairs of the underworld, the affairs of the demon clan, I'm not good at it, the shaman master specializes in this matter," Zhao Dong took out a cigarette from the box on the table, I quickly helped him light it, I didn't know that he could smoke, "But I know one thing, the demon clan has a characteristic, they will take the first person they meet after birth, as their guardian, and they will not betray until death, that Zhang Anqi, I guess she regards you as a guardian, so she will go back to the hospital to find you again." ”

"She's nineteen years old," I smiled wryly, "where is there anyone born so old?" ”

Zhao Donglai waved his hand: "People are born by people, and demons are born by demons, but the 'birth' of demons does not mean that when they come out of the womb of the demon, the demon cannot give birth to a little demon, but can only give birth to the species before the mother becomes a demon." For example, the pig demon gives birth to a pig cub, and the cow demon gives birth to a calf, and cultivating into a demon is the personal behavior of the mother and will not be directly passed on to the next generation. Of course, the descendants of demons are born to win at the starting line, and it is easier to cultivate into demons, and what I mean by 'the birth of demons' refers to the moment when they cultivate into demons and have demon sense. ”

Zhao Donglai was confused by what we said, looking at each other, not knowing what he was talking about.

"To put it simply," Zhao Donglai clapped his hands, "I suspect that Zhang Anqi, the demon consciousness appeared in the morgue of your hospital, when she woke up, she found that there was no one around her, and she was bleeding again, so she went upstairs to ask you to help with stitching, you are the first person she met, and she regarded you as a guardian - I guess, her parents are no longer in the world, otherwise, they will definitely not be absent at such an important moment." ”

"Oh, I kind of understand," Wang Meili nodded, "The chick hatches out of the eggshell, it doesn't know who the mother is, it's only because it sees the old hen at first sight, it will follow it, if the chick sees a duck, it will treat the duck as its mother, right?" ”

"Yes, that's what it means," Zhao Donglai gave a thumbs up approvingly, "It's still my sister-in-law who has a level, and it's easy to understand." ”

"But what does this have to do with my longevity?" I asked, puzzled.

Zhao Donglai picked up the pen, wrote my name next to Zhang Anqi, circled it, and then drew a line between our circle and the circle of Xie Bi'an and Huang Yuan'er, raised his eyes and asked me, "Do you understand?" ”

I shook my head.

"Think about it, Xie Bi'an and the others want to get Zhang Anqi, this is the order of the little Hades, right?" Zhao Dong said.

I nodded.

"You are Zhang Anqi's guardian, if the underworld wants to get Zhang Anqi, it just needs to control you in his hands, right?"

"So, they gave me 10 million?" I asked.

"That's right, I also left my contact information," Zhao Donglai smiled, and immediately, his brows furrowed, and his tone became low, "But, if someone doesn't want the underworld to get Zhang Anqi, guess what they will do?" ”

"Ah, I see," Wang Meili exclaimed, she snatched the carbon pen and drew a cross on the horizontal line, "as long as the relationship between my brother and the underworld is separated, isn't it?" ”