The next morning.

Chen Feng took the male silver corpse big hair into the Void Shuttle as the foundation.

The female Yin Zi Ermao stayed in the small courtyard and helped Liuli guard the house and guard the yard as a servant.

According to the style of a mask in his previous life, I made a mask with cotton yarn and put it on my face.

It’s not OK to wear it. Last night, Leng Ao Liuli was slapped twice inexplicably, and her fingerprints were still fresh.

Along the way, Chen Feng evaded and worried that he would ask questions when he saw his colleagues.

When I entered the class room, I also pinched the last one to enter.

I thought there would be no one.

As a result, Qiu Chen looked at the door.

Chen Feng felt a little nervous and thought to himself, how can I explain this? It was said that his wife was scratching her? I didn’t have a wife. It was said that he was going to Zuixinfang to fool around? Nonsense, how could I go to that kind of place?

"It's early, it's all here." Chen Feng smiled awkwardly, trying his best to ensure that his tone seemed calmer than before.

"You're here just in time, come and listen to ghost stories."

Xu Qiuchen of Kaiyang smiled and waved. When the rest of the people saw that it was not his boss, Marquis Lin Zhong, they all cut and turned around and listened to the story.

No one cared about the weird mask on Chen Feng’s face.

This is the benefit of Chen Fengxiao’s previous fight with yesterday’s resentment. The former makes people feel that this guy is just like that, not a threat, while the latter makes people feel that this guy is interesting and can be everywhere.

Anyway, Chen Feng has become his own person at the moment, and it is no longer the point of being weird or not.

Ghost story? Chen Feng was slightly stunned and thought to himself, what is our Soul-Secretary for? What is our Beidou Department for? There are ghost stories every day, and you all regard this as strange?

This is a big deal.

"Come on, move a little bit." Chen Feng inserted into the crowd and looked forward, his mouth was stumbled. The protagonist of the ghost story, Chen Mingting, who rolled up his sleeves and kicked the stool with one leg, and Ou Julian, who was shaking the fan to the teapot and the mouth of a cow.

These two people talked about crosstalk, singing and singing together, and the essence of the supporting actor was so perfect.

Chen Mingting slapped his thigh, smacked his lips, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "By the way, our brothers were killing all over the world at Changsheng Gambling House, and the money was coming. That guy, we didn't blow it, the silver hills that won were as high as the top of the hill."

"Wow, how high is that!" Ou Julian opened the folding fan and measured it in conjunction with gestures.

"Have you seen it before? It's two taller than the most powerful girl in Zuixinfang."

"Just blow it."

"Don't believe it, yes, this is not the point, the point is the second half of the night."

"Then tell me."

"After gambling, I left the gambling house. The moon was still in the sky, and it was still crimson. The road was not clear, and the black street was empty."

"Hey! But I've been impressed. Just tell me what's going on."

"I haven't taken a few steps yet. I suddenly felt like I was urinating and asked Brother Ou to wait at the intersection. I went to the corner to relieve myself. I haven't released it yet. Guess what?"

"Don't keep it a secret, I'll beat you up." Chen Feng raised his fist and shook it, interrupting his brothers' crosstalk.

This scene was exactly the same as the wishes of all the ministers, and they all supported each other.

"Don't make a noise, listen to me." Chen Mingting waved his hand, and when he saw that it was so enchanting everyone's appetite, he slowly told the story.

"My waterline just rushed past the wall..."

The ministers called out again.

Chen Mingting laughed, wiped his mouth, and continued, "I just rushed over the wall, and someone was patting my shoulder. At that time, I thought Brother Ou was also coming to drain the water, so I said without looking at it, stay away from it, your buzz head that wets the upper, don't spray my upper."

Ou Julian wanted to hit him, but he was jumped away by Chen Mingting, who was already prepared. He also bounced the upper with great connotation and continued:

"The thing that patted my shoulder is not my response. I looked at it squintly. The good guy immediately shook his urine line back in shock. Guess what, the three fingers were broken on his shoulder."

"But this doesn't scare me. We are the minister of the Soul-Superior. I haven't seen any ghosts and monsters before. Just this? Who are you?"

"I also teased someone and said, "Hey, which road is from? Are you urinating too?"

"Hey, guess what, the Broken Palm actually spoke, saying that your gambling skills are good, let's bet a shop."

"I got excited when I heard this. Grandpa, I just killed a living person so much that I didn't leave any armor. I bet on a ghost thing. It was the first time I got new. What's this called? It's called excitement."

"I agreed to the Broken Palm Talk and made a gambling method directly. Hey, it's really fresh. I actually asked me to guess how much the soul weighs."

"Before I was talking, Brother Ou shouted from a distance, "Hey, Brother Chen, have you poured the wall over and crushed yourself to death? Everyone has finished soaking shit, why are you still ink?"

"I turned my head and responded, Brother Ou, come quickly, I'm excited, there's a ghost thing to bet on a shop with me."

"Wait until I look back, oh, the ghost thing is gone."

"Brother Ou, who came from afar, scolded me, saying that I was obsessed with it and was disgraced by our Soul-Suppressing Division."

"Tsk, I thought it was a female ghost encounter." Chen Fengtou shook his hand to show his disdain.

All the ministers were bored and took the orders and left.

Chen Mingting was still shouting from behind, "I saw that I was a gambling ghost before I died, and I was angry and would make trouble sooner or later. Brother, you are familiar with Cao Tomb Bo. I know that he would go to the soul to be detained. It's not a big achievement."

"I won't be a gambler with you," Chen Feng waved his hand in the long run and joked: "When you two become gamblers, I'll let you know Cao Tomb Bo."

Chen Mingting spitted three times, and was about to fight back, Ou Julian shook his folding fan and stood up, shaking and said, "I'd better go and tell Cao Tomb Bo, haven't you seen Brother Chen's face covers the fig leaf? This guy must have been scratched by the girl last night. I'm sorry to meet someone."

Chen Mingting slapped his brain and said annoyedly: "Hey, why didn't I pay attention to this? I should have asked him to make a fool of himself in public just now."

...

Arrived at the Dimensity Group.

Chen Feng greeted a group of rough men and said that the house had started construction.

There are not many soul-calling tasks today, and the rewards are also common.

However, there are two more remnants of the souls who are not included in the singles.

Two single ones were cut off the ankle, and the other was cut off the butt, and the two were brushed together, which was less than two.

"What's going on these two days?" Chen Feng frowned and muttered, with a lot of worries.

The first soul that was judged as not included in the Yin-Yang Book, was recently a very deep obsession with evil spirits.

Two more appeared today.

Is this frequency too high?

Recalling the obsessive evil spirit yesterday, the obsessed "How much is my soul heavy, is there a three-digit ounce?", combined with the broken palm in the ghost story Chen Mingting told before, who used the soul heavy as a gambling method.

Chen Feng had an ominous premonition.

To confirm the guess in my heart.

Chen Feng went to the Recording Department to check the Soul Heavy Information of other groups in recent times.

"It's true." Chen Feng rubbed his eyebrows and found that the heavy information of the residual soul souls that were recorded had gone from appearing intermittently to frequent appearances, especially in recent days.

Chen Feng asked the clerks in the record department, but he couldn't tell the reason. He only said that the residual soul phenomenon belongs to the normal range, sometimes more, sometimes less, and no one cares.

The soul is heavy... gambling method... the gambling shop... the lack of weight... Chen Feng felt that he had vaguely grasped a certain line.

But what does this mean?

The Soul-Suppressing Department only cares about the deaths.
Chapter completed!