The yellow-haired boy sat on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looking around.

"Yezi, who is that?" Ah Hu didn't know him, so he could only ask Yezi. Ye Zi covered his face with one hand, refusing to come out of the wall.

"Are you afraid?" Ah Hu twisted his eyebrows and suddenly realized, "Could it be that ......?"

Ye Zi nodded like pounding garlic: "It's him, it's him who beat me to death." ”

No wonder Ye Zi didn't dare to see the yellow-haired boy, it turned out that he was out of fear.

"Anyone? Grass! Anyone? What the hell! What the hell place! The yellow-haired boy scolded, and when he was impatient, he simply stood up and kicked over the chair he was sitting on.

"Sister Ahu, you can handle this customer." Ye Zi shrank his head, refusing to come out no matter how Ah Hu dragged it.

"Hey! Beauty, what are you doing here? Don't you see me? Deliberately? The yellow-haired boy found Ah Hu and spoke with his tongue against his gums, looking like he was the most handsome.

Ah Hu didn't speak, and the yellow-haired boy simply walked towards her.

"Sister, go quickly! He came over. Ye Zi covered his face and closed his eyes, not daring to look.

I'm afraid it was the psychological shadow left before death.

As he spoke, the yellow-haired young man had already walked up to Ah Hu, and he saw the leaves at a glance.

"Yo...... That's not who it is...... Pus-bag?"

"It's not...... No...... You recognize the wrong person......" Ye Zi still covered his face and shrunk his neck, as if he was afraid that the yellow-haired boy would raise his fist at him again.

Ah Hu couldn't stand it anymore, so he said, "Yezi, be good, face it bravely." Wasn't you very brave when you faced Shang Qinqin in the hospital before? ”

Hearing this, Ye Zi gritted his teeth, put his hand down, puffed up his chest and said, "Who do you say is the?" ”

"You!" The yellow-haired boy waved his hand and tried to hit Yezi's head, but was caught by Ah Hu's wrist.

"I advise you to be more respectful." Ah Hu dragged his yellow hair and pulled it outside, "You help me up the chair you kicked over first!" ”

The yellow-haired young man was stunned, and he wanted to break free, but he found that the woman who was dragging him was infinitely powerful.

"You, who the hell are you?" Huang Fa was unwilling, "Don't think that you can help Puss Leaf avenge!" Master, I'll see him in the future! ”

Ah Hu rarely had a expressionless face: "I said, help me up." Chair. ”

The yellow-haired boy wanted to say something, but Ah Hu kept glaring at him, and his heart was empty.

In desperation, he could only pick up the chair that had fallen to the ground.

"Leaf, come here." Hu beckoned to the leaf, and the leaf trotted over.

And the yellow-haired young man took a serious look at the pustule in front of him. He wore a suit, which was not quite the same as usual.

"Pustuye, you shouldn't be unable to figure it out and run away to be a midnight cowherd, right?" The yellow-haired young man's face was full of disdain, "No, it doesn't look like this is a night club, but a place to sell houses." ”

"You'd better be respectful, and I wouldn't mind beating you up if you take another bite of a pus-filled leaf." Ah Hu said unhappily.

She had a bad impression of this yellow-haired teenager, so her attitude was not much better.

In fact, when doing things in an intermediary, you are most afraid of being angry, and you are most afraid of being emotional, so it is best to deal with things fairly.

But Ah Hu can't do it, she used to be a person, with joys and sorrows, and she can't face things related to the people around her like others without feeling.

"Beat me! My dad is the principal! The yellow-haired boy said loudly.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to your dad coming to me too." Ah Hu said with a sneer.

"You, what do you mean?" The yellow-haired boy felt weak in his heart.

"Don't you know what I mean? If you think about it, why are you here? Hu sat down in his chair and reached out to pull the long hair from his chest behind his ears.

Why is he here? Why here? The yellow-haired boy only felt that the world was spinning, and an empty and uninhabited road immediately appeared in his mind.

A heavy locomotive is racing on the road.

He loves to smoke and drag racing, and he calls himself the king of teenagers, because his father is the principal, so he can do whatever he wants in school, and no one dares to care about him!

"I'm dead?" The yellow-haired boy suddenly reacted, "The locomotive got out of control and I crashed into my dad's office......"

Ah Hu nodded and said, "Very good, I finally remembered." ”

"So, the pustule is also dead?" The yellow-haired boy's head seemed to have become a little brighter.

Ah Hu nodded again, at this time, the yellow-haired young man only felt that the blood in front of him was mushy, and when he reached out and touched it, his face was full of blood.

"Sister Hu, how can this be?" Ye Zi was a little scared, the yellow-haired young man who was still like an ordinary person just now was covered in blood at this moment, and something fell out and dragged to the ground.

It's visceral ......

"No, how could it be?" The yellow-haired boy went crazy and walked around the room.

"He crashed into his dad's office and died a horrible death, but he didn't believe he was dead so the surface of his soul would remain normal." Ah Hu explained with the leaves.

"I see." Ye Zi was frightened, "This is too disgusting, why haven't I seen such a guest before?" ”

"A person who can correctly recognize his own death will not have such a problem in his soul." Ah Hu walked over to the yellow-haired boy and grabbed his restless shoulder.

"Well, you're dead. Suck it up. Ah Hu whispered.

The internal organs dragging on the ground gradually disappeared, and the yellow-haired boy seemed to slowly calm down, and seemed to accept the fact that he was dead.

It's just that his expression is depressed and he can't drag it anymore.

"Alright, let's sit down. leaves, bring him a cup of tea. Ah Hu carried the yellow-haired boy and threw it on the chair.

When Ye Zi came with hot tea, Ah Hu pressed him to the chair opposite the yellow-haired boy.

"This customer, it's yours." Ah Hu said.

"Huh? Sister Ahu, I don't want it. Ye Zi struggled to stand up, but was glared back by Ah Hu.

"Yezi, why are you dead? My dad said you're still alive. The yellow-haired boy looked at the leaves in disbelief.

"Well, after that day, I died in the hospital." Ye Zi explained in a low voice.

"It's good! We still have a companion on the way, but I didn't expect to meet acquaintances in hell. But is Hell so individualistic now? ”

"Well, maybe I can't be with you anymore, I'm working here now." Ye Zi cautiously handed over a booklet.

"Well, take a look for yourself and pick a type of reincarnation you like."

The yellow-haired young man tilted his head and said with a dejected expression, "I don't want to be reincarnated." ”

"Why?" Ye Zi asked.

"Because, it's not fun to live." The yellow-haired young man's eyes dodged, "It's better to be dead." ”

Ye Zi was a little embarrassed and overwhelmed, he hadn't met a guest who didn't want to be reincarnated.

At this time, Mu An walked over, he changed into a white shirt, and his amber eyes reflected Ah Hu's face.