I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 54 Sending customers off?All the urns in my family are good [6 more]

Because of Yan Jiu's words.

The left hand was not alone in a daze.

In a place invisible to ordinary people, the terrifying ghost who jumped to his death is standing behind the left hand.

He stretched out his blood-stained hand.

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

Today is Lefty's birthday.

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

This day is Duan You's strongest day.

But Duan You never thought that he would be discovered.

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

He was startled by Yan Jiu's words.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Yan Jiu's lips, which made people's scalp tingle even more than a cold face.

The left hand boldly said: "What underworld?"

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

The left hand stood up: "Joke, I'm going to hell!?"

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

The left hand sneered, "You think..."

The voice did not fall.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left hand.

It's like being beaten up.

This inexplicable pain lasted for a long time.

It took a long time to rush to the emergency center.

His left hand closed his eyes forever.

Before my left hand was snapped off due to stomach cancer.

Yan Jiu paid attention to his left hand.

She didn't expect it to work out.

But the process of attention cannot be less.

Today's live broadcast room is different from the past.

The aggrieved netizens called it very happy.

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

[Today I don't have any virtue in my mouth, that's great! 】

[Knock the electronic wooden fish, and the electronic rosary plate, all the troubles of conscience will disappear~~~]

【Amitabha, if I don’t go to hell, you go to hell. 】

[If it's just plagiarism, he's not guilty of death, but he hasn't repented when he hurt someone... Definitely should be destroyed! 】

[I smiled, the accumulated merit is gone, what else can I do, and continue to accumulate good deeds. 】

It is different from the anger of netizens.

Yan Jiu focused on the dazed Duan Youyinling.

She didn't know what happened to the underworld, but she would allow the ghosts who had entered the underworld to return to the underworld.

Anyway, send a messenger to follow.

Unless there are no extra "human" hands.

Yan Jiu decided to take the time to visit the underworld.

When she was about to close the live broadcast room.

A man paced and stopped 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 his back to the light.

The tall and mighty physique makes people's breathing stagnate, as if there is a sense of suffocation like Mount Tai pressing down on the top and black clouds pressing down on the city.

The shadow cast by the man on the ground was slender by the sunlight. He was wearing a large black sweater and trousers suit. In addition to the sweater and hat, he also wore a peaked cap inside the sweater.

The black mask covered most of his face.

It is impossible to distinguish the face.

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

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

She couldn't help but feel good about it.

Yan Jiu spoke first: "Hello."

I see.

The man lowered his eyes slightly.

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

He left behind his childhood frivolity.

In his twenties, he has already accumulated the calmness and courage that have gone through thousands of sails.

see.

Yan Jiu thought of her senior brother inexplicably.

If she was able to grow up with her senior brother in her previous life, shouldn't her senior brother in her twenties look like this?
Yan Jiu was met and adopted by her teacher when she was 3 years old. When she was 10 years old, her brother who was 3 years older than her disappeared.

until the master passed away.

Until Yan Jiu grew up.

She still hasn't found her senior brother.

and so.

Yan Jiu has never seen what her senior brother looks like when he grows up.

Because Yan Jiu can't predict her senior brother, the possibility of deducing the adult's face based on her childhood face is zero.

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

He looked down at Yan Jiu who was lying on the chair.

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

at the same time.

His sea of ​​consciousness subconsciously swept around.

then.

Lang Zongyi's eyes stopped at 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 dog kennel, and the other side by pebbles and a young green plant.

see.

Lang Zongyi felt his temples throbbing.

If he is not mistaken.

There is an amber stone among a pile of pebbles, and that stone is the witch stone that caused great disturbance in the Taoism.

It was just such a witch stone that everyone was vying for, which was randomly placed in the open courtyard by Yan Jiu.

Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiu meaningfully.

He still underestimated Yan Jiu's courage.

Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiushi.

Naturally, he saw the stinky tofu beside Yan Jiu.

His figure suddenly paused.

In his missing memory, there seems to be such a little person who likes to eat such weird things.

Who is it?
Lang Zongyi couldn't remember.

He was in a vegetable state until the age of 13.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have memories.

But he knew he had a memory.

It's just that he can't remember that memory at all.

At this moment, Yan Jiu was very excited.

She did not expect to be patronized even when she was not at work.

Yan Jiu stood up quickly: "Don't worry, all the used urns in my family are good."

Lang Zongyi came back to his senses.

His eyes were full of absurdity.

Just ask.

Who can speak with an urn?
Yan Jiu took off his sunglasses.

After standing up, Yan Jiu realized that Lang Zongyi was a head taller than her, at least 1.9 meters.

[There was an unexpected harvest today. Fortunately, I didn't leave the live broadcast room with my keyboard because I was angry about plagiarism. 】

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

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhungs looking good, why did he die young before marrying me? 】

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

[Let's not set a flag in Jiu Ye's live broadcast room! 】

At this time.

The panel appeared again before Yan Jiu's eyes.

System panel: [Ding!

Check object: male,
Remarks: high-quality customers,
Mortality rate: 81%... 98%... 81%,
Time of death: 397th time... 483 times... 621 times after the blood riot.

It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

System: [It's not a malfunction. The panel is checked with big data based on the customer's information. If the data is inaccurate, it means that there is not much information at the beginning. To use your unscientific explanation, his fate is hidden by Heaven. 】

Yan Jiu: "..." So, is that why the two of you only found one [male] after inspection?
Just when Yan Jiu was speechless.

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

He wanted to remind Yan Jiu to make a note of his request.

Yan Jiuyu said earnestly: "You are going to die, here I suggest you bury a dragon. If you really don't have any money, we can install it in installments."

Lang Zongyi looked at the relaxed Yan Jiu.

do not really understand.

Some people are not afraid of him.

Also actively approached him.

Is it because he has recently cured his self-cultivation?
Between doubts.

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

Yan Jiu pursed her lips: She just said who has no money?

She holds a heart shape.

A money addict with a money-losing eye.

"Honestly, I've taken a fancy to your black card. Would you like to buy one for your family or colleagues? Be prepared, don't worry, it's worth the money if you don't send it to the funeral home!"

Lang Zongyi: The beads of the abacus are flying on his face, do you want to hear what you are talking about?
He rubbed his forehead.

Lang Zongyi tried his best to make himself calm and authentic: "Flowers have their blooming period, people have luck, and flowers bloom without guilt. We want flowers to have their blooming season."

Yan Jiu: "..." You are the first person to call your refusal so beautiful, so you win.

(End of this chapter)