The rotten-faced evil ghost shuddered, and was instantly quiet.

"Sir!"

Liu Xuexin saw Zhang Wen coming, and said in surprise: "Why are you here?" ”

"I received a letter saying that someone had a tablet and sent it over." Zhang Wen casually put the tablet on the table, and glanced at the grim-faced evil ghost with a cold eye: "I didn't expect to encounter a fatal trouble." ”

The head of the rotten face evil ghost was about to droop to the ground, and it secretly said that it was unlucky at this time, how could this killing god come when he was threatening Liu Lao Ghost.

According to his plan, as long as he uses his strength to suppress this matter, according to Liu Laogui's compromised character, he can at least return more than half.

What Old Ghost Liu wants is stability, and if he makes a big fuss, Old Ghost Liu can't end it.

However, now that I have bumped into Zhang Wen, not only will the points not come back, but I am afraid that my life will be lost.

"You just smoked it yourself?" Zhang Wen asked.

"Yes," the bad-faced demon replied boldly, but respectfully.

"You don't have underage children, do you?"

"Huh?" The rotten face demon was stunned.

Zhang Wen suddenly raised his hand, the gossip mirror was suspended in the palm of his hand, a beam of light flew out, and the evil ghost was instantly scattered.

The ghosts at the scene were silent.

Zhang Wen turned around and walked upstairs and said, "You go on." ”

He entered the upper floor and opened a warehouse on the second floor, which was full of ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, He Shou Wu, etc., but the group of little ghosts swept away all the years of the spiritual objects in order to score points.

"These things are too low-year, it's too time-consuming to use them for cultivation, it's better to dispose of them, and then go buy high-year treasure medicines."

Compared to medicinal herbs, gold and silver jewelry are rare.

A small pile of gold and silver in front of him is more than a hundred times the value of Zhang Wen's points exchanged for the ghosts during this time!

It's a book of profits.

Just as Zhang Wen didn't care what 100 pieces of paper money meant to the ghosts, these ghosts didn't care what a tael of gold meant to the living.

Maybe you still have a concept before you die, but you don't care about it at all after you die.

Gold and silver are different from silver tickets and oceans, Zhang Wen doesn't plan to use them for the time being, he just wants to dispose of the low-aged medicinal materials first.

downstairs

A little imp who looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen years old walked forward.

"Master Liu, I want to draw a lottery."

"200 points?" Liu Xuexin's eyes rolled down, looking at the points book handed over by the little ghost.

The little ghost nodded: "Vigil, plus ginseng picking, I got it." ”

"Look at your thinness, it's better to exchange these points for some incense and clothes." Liu Xuexin knew that it was not easy for the little ghost, and he didn't want his points to be wasted, so he kindly persuaded him.

"I want to try," the imp shook his head.

"How did you die before you died?" Old Ghost Liu asked.

The imp replied, "My father owes gambling debts, and my mother was dragged to pay off the debts, and I can't get food, so I'm starving to death here." ”

"It turned out to be the son of a gambler."

Liu Xuexin didn't bother to persuade again: "If you want to try, try it." ”

According to the rules, persuading other ghosts not to draw the lottery is also overstepping, which violates Zhang Wen's original intention of formulating the lottery box, and Liu Xuexin does not dare to go too far, but he still has good thoughts in his heart.

The imp walked over to the box, glared, and raised his hand to pull the rope violently.

Bone Lulu~

A golden ball rolls out of the chest.

"Kim, Kim?"

Liu Xuexin picked up the golden ball and opened it to see that it was written "sent to the underworld".

"This ......"

Not only Liu Xuexin was stunned, but the little ghost who had the opportunity to enter the underworld was stunned, and the other lonely ghosts were also stunned.

The little ghost with only 200 points, after drawing it once, actually got the opportunity to enter the underworld, which is the dream of many lonely souls and wild ghosts for a lifetime.

If you can enter the underworld, you will have the opportunity to be reincarnated and become a new person.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wen happened to come downstairs.

I found that the ghost house was very quiet, so I asked.

"Kim, it's out!" Liu Xuexin held up the note in his hand and said in disbelief: "It's going to the underworld!" ”

Zhang Wen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Good luck." ”

"Really?" Liu Xuexin asked.

"Why not?" Zhang Wen asked rhetorically.

Zhang Wen walked towards the little ghost, lowered his head and asked, "Did you smoke it?" ”

"Hmm," the imp nodded.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the underworld."

Zhang Wen walked out of the bungalow ghost house with the little ghost, and the other ghosts also swarmed out and watched from a distance.

There was no big movement, Zhang Wen just lit a knife of paper, three sticks of incense, and muttered to himself.

Then a yin wind blew.

"Brother Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Four ghosts wearing soap clothes, holding mourning sticks in their hands, their faces as white as paper, and their cheeks were smeared with a circle of blush, appeared in front of Zhang Wen.

"This place is gloomy, and there are so many lonely souls and wild ghosts." One of the ghosts looked behind Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen said with a smile: "It's just that they are gathered together and restrained, so as not to cause trouble in the world, and it will also save a few troubles." ”

"My brother has a heart." The leader of the ghost said, "What is the reason for calling us this time?" ”

"I want to make a few more accommodating."

Zhang Wen didn't dare to speak in human words because he didn't bring mud, but just pointed to the little ghost next to him.

The little ghost stood beside Zhang Wen restrainedly.

Fortunately, the ghosts did similar things more than once, and they guessed what Zhang Wen meant without Zhang Wen opening his mouth.

"It's a trivial matter, bringing this kind of imp into the underworld is a business." The ghost said, "But brother, I also want to advise you." ”

"Please."

"Although the situation in the underworld is not very clear, there are also many ghost kings on the ground, occupying a place, building a ghost domain, and engaging in the underworld.

The ghost looked at the group of ghosts behind Zhang Wen and said:

"But the above will come back one day, and when the thunder rings again, everything has to be settled from the beginning, you must not make it too big, so as not to cause a big disaster."

Zhang Wen was a little surprised, nodded and said: "Don't worry, I know it in my heart, by the way, in two days, I will send some things to a few people." ”

"Hahaha, brother, you're bothered, a few of us are gone."

The four ghosts turned into a gust of wind and swept away with the imps.

Everything is calm again.

"The ghost king grabbed the land in the yang and built the ghost domain, and the underworld didn't dare to ask, and these ghosts looked even more presumptuous than when Zhu Da Gu died, could it be that the underworld was really messed up?"

Zhang Wen collected his attention, and when he turned his head, he found that the group of ghosts were looking at him with hopeful eyes.

He smiled and said, "Luckily, maybe it's you next?" ”

When he returned to the bungalow, Zhang Wen found that none of the ghosts had come in.

"They've all taken on the task." Liu Xuexin said: "Seeing that Mr. you can really understand ghosts and gods, they have a head." ”

Zhang Wen said: "Doing something is better than doing nothing, so as not to cause chaos." ”

Liu Xuexin said: "Sir, I still have something unknown. ”

"Please."

Liu Xuexin was still a little incredulous: "Why can you really draw the golden ball?" ”

"When did I say it was fake?" Zhang Wen asked in surprise.

Liu Xuexin opened his mouth.

Yes, Zhang Wen never said that he couldn't draw it, but he instinctively thought that these things were too far away and too difficult to do, according to Liu Xuexin's own ideas, if there was no golden ball in the box, no one would draw it.

Anyway, the box is protected by five thunder talismans, and the ghosts can't find out the truth or falsehood.

How could Zhang Wen tell him that this was the top routine researched by later generations of capitalists.

Students' living expenses, housewives' savings, parents' pensions, grandparents' coffins, no matter how much you have, don't want to keep a dime.

It's just that this time the "underground house ticket" was drawn out a little faster than Zhang Wen expected.

He has only been implementing this plan for a few days, and if he often sends ghosts into the underworld, he will definitely attract the attention of people with intentions.

"It seems that the lottery to collect fragments must also be put on the agenda."