Because of Yan Jiu's words.

The left hand was not the only one who was stunned.

Out of sight of ordinary people, the terrifying Yin Spirit who jumped to his death was standing behind his left hand.

He held out his bloodstained hand.

I want to choke the thin neck of my left hand.

Today is Left Hand's birthday.

Naturally, it is also Duan You's birthday, and Duan You waited from the beginning of the year to today to take the life of his left hand.

This day was Duan You's strongest day.

But Duan You didn't think that he would be discovered.

The left hand does not know the yin spirit behind him.

He was frightened by Yan Jiu's words.

The corners of Yan Jiu's lips pursed a meaningful smile, which made people's scalps tingle even more than a cold face.

The left hand was bold and said, "What hell?" ”

Yan Jiu explained intimately: "Commonly known as the Netherworld, there are eighteen layers of hell specially prepared for people like you. ”

Left hand stood up: "Joke, I'll go to hell!?" ”

Yan Jiu said: "Not only will you go to hell, but you will also be reincarnated as a pig and slaughtered in the next life. ”

Left hand sneered: "You think ......"

The voice did not fall.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my left hand.

It was as if someone had beaten him up.

This inexplicable pain lasted for a long time.

I rushed to the emergency center for a long time.

The left hand closed its eyes forever.

Before the left hand fell off due to stomach cancer.

Yan Jiu paid attention to his left hand.

She didn't expect it to happen.

But the process of attention cannot be less.

Today's live broadcast room is different from what it used to be.

Indignant netizens shouted that they were very happy.

It can be said that he is not a man of temperament.

[Today I don't accumulate virtue in my mouth, Ga is good! ] 】

[The electronic wooden fish knocks, the electronic rosary plate is a plate, and the conscience troubles are all gone~~~]

[Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, you go to hell. 】

[If it is just plagiarism, he will not die for his crimes, but he will not repent of harming people...... It deserves destruction! 】

[I laughed, the merit I saved is gone, what else can I do, and then do good deeds and continue to accumulate. 】

It is different from the anger of netizens.

Yan Jiu focused on the dazed Duan You Yin Spirit.

She didn't know what was wrong with the underworld, and she would let the yin spirits who had entered the underworld return to the yang world.

Anyway, send a bad guy to follow.

Unless there are no extra "human" hands.

Yan Jiu decided to take the time to go to the underworld to have a look.

She was just about to close the live broadcast room.

A man paced to a halt in front of the iron gate.

Yan Jiu, who was wearing sunglasses, watched the visitor politely ring the doorbell, and then walked straight towards her.

He came with the light on his back.

The tall and mighty physique makes people breathe sluggishly, as if there is a suffocating feeling of Mount Tai pressing down on the top and black clouds pressing down on the city.

The man's shadow cast on the ground was stretched slender by the sun, and he wore a wide black sweatshirt and pants suit, and in addition to wearing a sweatshirt and hat, he also buttoned a peaked cap in the sweatshirt and hat.

A black mask covers most of his face.

It is impossible to distinguish the looks.

But there is no doubt that it will never be ugly.

Yan Jiu saw a pair of blue eyes that only appeared from the visitor, the same color as her senior brother's eyes.

She couldn't help but feel good.

Yan Jiu was the first to speak: "Hello." ”

Saw.

The man lowered his eyes slightly.

A pair of eyes under the delicate eyebrow bones are deep and bottomless, as if hiding a strong past that is rare for ordinary people.

He skimmed off the frivolity of his youth.

At the age of 20, he has already precipitated the calmness and courage of a thousand sails.

Looked at.

Yan Jiu thought of her senior brother inexplicably.

If she could grow up with her senior brother in her previous life, her senior brother in her twenties should also look like this, right?

Yan Jiu was met and adopted by her master when she was 3 years old, and her brother, who was 3 years older than her, disappeared when she was 10 years old.

Until Master passed away.

Until Yan Jiu grew up.

She still hasn't found her brother.

So.

Yan Jiu hadn't seen her senior brother look like when he grew up.

Because Yan Jiu can't calculate her senior brother, the possibility of relying on her childhood face to deduce the adult face is O.

Lang Zongyi stretched out his left hand from his trouser pocket when he spoke, and his hands naturally drooped, showing gentlemanliness and politeness: "Hello, I want to customize an urn for myself." ”

He looked down at Yan Jiu who was lying in his chair.

Make sure you're not looking for the wrong funeral home.

Meanwhile.

His sea of consciousness subconsciously swept around.

And then.

Lang Zongyi's gaze stopped in the corner.

There are two walls on the left and right at the entrance to the attic.

One side is occupied by a rice bowl and a kennel, and on the other side is occupied by pebbles and a green sprout.

Looked at.

Lang Zongyi only felt his temples jump suddenly.

If he's not mistaken.

There was an amber stone among the pebbles, and that stone was the witch stone that caused the Xuanmen to stir.

It was such a witch stone that everyone was fighting for, and it was placed in the open-air courtyard by Yan Jiu at will.

Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiu meaningfully.

He still underestimated Yan Jiu's courage.

Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiu.

Naturally, I saw the stinky tofu beside Yan Jiu.

His figure froze suddenly.

In his missing memory, there seemed to be a little man who liked to eat such strange things.

Who is it?

Lang Zongyi can't remember.

He was in a vegetative state until he was 13 years old.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have a memory.

But he knew he had memories.

It's just that he can't remember any of that memory.

At this time, Yan Jiu was very excited.

She didn't expect that there would be people patronizing her when she didn't go to work.

Yan Jiulisuo got up: "Don't worry, my urn has been used." ”

Lang Zongyi came back to his senses.

His eyes were full of absurdity.

Just ask.

Who can use an urn to speak?

Yan Jiu took off his sunglasses.

After standing up, Yan Jiu found that Lang Zongyi was a head taller than her, at least one meter nine.

[There was an unexpected gain today, but fortunately I didn't leave the live broadcast room with the keyboard because I was angry at plagiarizing the dog. 】

[Handsome guy, seeing you, I feel like I'm resurrected with full blood! ] Look at me, do you think you and I are destined? 】

[Ahhh 】

[Sisters, calm down! What if this handsome guy is preparing an urn for the elderly in the family? 】

[Let's not set up a flag in the live broadcast room of Jiuye! ] 】

Then.

The panel appeared again in front of Yan Jiu's eyes.

System Panel: [Ding!]

Examination object: Male,

Remarks: Quality customers,

Mortality rate: 81%... 98%... 81%,

Time of Death: 397th... Zi 483 times... After 621 bloodline riots.

Hosts are advised to pay attention now! 】

System: [It's not a fault, the panel is based on customer information for big data proofreading, if the data is not accurate, it means that there is not much information at the beginning, with your unscientific explanation is that his life is hidden by heaven.] 】

Yan Jiu: "...... "So, is this the reason why you two only came up with one [male] after inspection?"

Just when Yan Jiu was speechless.

Lang Zongyi followed Yan Jiu's gaze to his chest, making sure that it was not dirty or messy before retracting his gaze.

He wanted to remind Yan Jiu to note his request.

Yan Jiu said earnestly: "You are going to ga, here it is recommended that you bury a dragon, if you really have no money on you, we can install." ”

Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiu, who was relaxed.

Not very clear.

There were people who were not afraid of him.

He also took the initiative to approach him.

Is it that his self-cultivation has recently had a curative effect?

Confused.

Lang Zongyi took out a black card from his pocket: "According to what you said, my only requirement is to be pure." ”

Yan Jiu pursed her lips: Who did she just say that she didn't have money?

She held her heart in the west.

A pair of money obsessed with money in the eyes of losing money.

"To be honest, I have a crush on your black card, do you want to buy one for your family or colleagues? Be prepared, rest assured, slow walking does not send to the funeral home to ensure that it is worth the money! ”

Lang Zongyi: This abacus beads are all jumping on his face, do you want to listen to what you are talking about?

He cupped his forehead.

Lang Zongyi tried his best to calm himself and said: "Flowers have a flowering period, people have luck, flowers are not guilty, we must let flowers have their blooming season." ”

Yan Jiu: "......" You are the first person to say that the rejection of the sales pitch is so beautiful, you win.

(End of chapter)