Isn't he already dead? Are you standing here now?

- Is it a ghost?

Ding Jiu stared at the old man in the hospital gown, and Ding Jiu was not ready to make any moves until he figured out what the old man in front of him was now.

The old man was still scolding his third son angrily on the spot, and as he spoke, he actually took a few steps forward and walked in front of his third son, making a gesture to fight.

But the people nearby didn't seem to see him, and even the third child didn't react to the slap that was about to fall on him.

However, what surprised Ding Jiu even more was that the old man's hand passed through his third son's body without hindrance, and he seemed to be powerless.

The third child also seemed to have nothing to do, still standing in place and scolding his relatives around him.

The old man was also stunned, and then realized something, trembling and pointing at his third son, trembling so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Is this old man really a ghost? Are there really ghosts and gods in this world?

Ding Jiu couldn't help but think so, three days ago, Ding Jiu still remembered what the black-robed man said about Yama, King Qin Guang, and Yin.

At that time, the methods used by the black-robed man were by no means human beings, even with the help of the power of science and technology, and the old man in front of him who "came back from the dead" was even more shaken by the atheism he had originally adhered to.

Ding Jiu didn't know why he could see this old man, and the other people standing around him didn't react at all.

And the old man gave Ding Jiu a different feeling from others, he felt much thinner than the old man standing there in others, not the thin in figure, but as if he was missing something compared to others.

Ding Jiu didn't know what was missing, but he could see at a glance that the old man was different from others, and it was very obvious, and he didn't know when this feeling came.

When Ding Jiuzheng was carefully observing, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stood up suddenly.

At some point, a trace of black mist began to rise between the passages, and this black fog was exactly the same as the black fog in the accident on the mountain three days ago!

Although the quantity and concentration are very different, Ding Jiu is sure that this is the same kind of black fog.

Could it be that the black-robed man is here again?!

Ding Jiu clenched his fists, his palms were full of sweat, the impression left on him by the black-robed man last time was too deep, the difference in strength between the two sides was as big as an ant looking up at a mountain, the black-robed man wanted to kill him as easily as crushing an ant, and the deep sense of powerlessness in his heart made Ding Jiu feel frightened.

Ripple and ripple

Before he could think deeply, a chain sound entered his ears, and Ding Jiu hurriedly turned his head to look.

In the black mist, it was really a black-robed man walking slowly, his dry hands grasping a chain, still the same scarlet eyes, and his face was shrouded in a black hat and he couldn't see clearly.

Ding Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, this black-robed man was not the one three days ago.

There is a world of difference in the momentum between the two, and the aura exuded by the black-robed man in the back mountain is intimidating, and when he looks at Ding Jiu, it is like falling into an ice cave.

And although this one is also scarlet eyes, it is far less terrifying than the one in the back mountain, and even the black robe on his body has a somewhat shabby feeling, which is obviously not the same person.

The black-robed man who walked straight to this side seemed to feel Ding Jiu's gaze, and his scarlet eyes glanced at him.

Ding Jiu didn't know if he was trained by a few eyes from the one on the back mountain, but he was not so afraid when he looked at the black-robed man at the moment.

Ding Jiu coughed and sat back in the chair, lowered his head, he didn't want to attract the attention of this strange black-robed man, but secretly paid attention to the black-robed man's every move with his spare eyes.

The black-robed man seemed to be a little surprised that Ding Jiu was so calm, and took a closer look at Ding Jiu, and when he saw that Ding Jiu didn't react, he didn't stop, and went straight to the old man at the door of the ward.

The old man also saw the black-robed man at this moment, and quickly turned around, and said with some cringe: "Lord Yincha." ”

The black-robed man seemed to be satisfied with the old man's attitude towards him, and an indifferent voice came out of the black robe:

"Wang Heshun, born in the year of Jiashen, according to the book of life and death, Yang Shou should be forty out of seventy, and now that his life expectancy is over, he should report to the underworld with me!"

The old man hurriedly responded, and Ding Jiu knew that the fat man's uncle and grandfather were originally called Wang Heshun, and this black-robed man was actually a bad guy?

Yin Cha threw the chains in his hands at the old man Wang Heshun, but for some reason, the ghost became like a real thing this time, and the chains were twisted and wrapped around the old man Wang Heshun.

With a click, there was a locking sound, and the old man's hands were locked at one end of the chain, and the rest of the chains were wrapped around his body in a strange motion, and the other end was held in his hand.

Ding Jiu found that the chain was a little different from the one he had seen in his grandfather's coffin on the back mountain three days ago.

Although Ding Jiu was not conscious at that time, when the black-robed man took it and stabbed the chain into his lower abdomen, Ding Jiu still took a look.

At that time, Ding Jiu remembered that the two ends of the chain were one long and one short spikes, the spikes were engraved with unknown patterns, and the chain was slender and light as a whole, looking like it was made of some rare metal.

The chains used in this Yin Cha are thicker and heavier, and the workmanship is also rough, but the ends are not spikes, but an iron lock and an iron ball the size of a fist, which is locked in the old man's hand, and the iron ball is held in Yin Cha's hand.

"Let's go!"

The old man followed him to the top of the stairs, looked back at the group of people outside the ward, gritted his teeth and stood still.

Seeing this, Yin Cha said in a somewhat unhappy voice: "Wang Heshun, why did you stop?" ”

The old man suddenly bent his legs and knelt down and begged:

"Lord Yincha, can you think of a way for me to talk to these children.

I had already made a will to leave the house to my eldest daughter and my savings to my second son, and the will was placed in a drawer at home.

But this time the cerebral hemorrhage was sudden, and I didn't have time to explain the aftermath to the child, if there was no will, the two unfilial sons would definitely win the lawsuit, and I couldn't cheapen them with the little thing I left.

Just tell them where the will is, you must have a way, please help me! ”

Hearing this, Yin Cha said coldly: "People in the underworld are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the underworld, this is the rule!" Come with me now, if it's too late and the hour is missed, you can't afford the consequences! ”

The old man kowtowed a few times and begged: "I will let the children burn more paper money for adults in the future, please help me this old man once!" ”

Yin Cha said impatiently: "It's still early for you to sell your old man with me, I see that you still know some rules so you didn't let you suffer, but if you don't go with me within three breaths, then it's no wonder that I can't blame." ”

As soon as the words fell, the chains that the old man had originally hung on his body began to tighten, and his hands fell violently by the lock belt, as if the lock had sunk several times.

The old man hung his hands on the ground, but he still kept kowtowing and begging, and after three breaths, the old man screamed, the chain seemed to become hot, and the old man's body actually emitted a few wisps of black smoke and bursts of burnt fur.

Ding Jiu watched from the side and couldn't bear it, stood up and said loudly:

"Stop!"

After this sound, the entire corridor was quiet, and Yincha, the old man, the children of the Wang family who were arguing, various relatives and friends, and Zhang Fatzi, who was watching the excitement in the crowd, all turned their heads to look at him.