Yan Zheng first shook his head, then followed by a pointer, and said with a complicated expression: "It is false to say that he is not moved by such a levelless magic weapon, but I have the ability to know that every man is not guilty.

It’s a crime to possess a treasure. I don’t have the strength to suppress this treasure. You will definitely not give it to me. I’m just a little curious~”

Speaking of this, Yan Zheng showed a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

Seeing Yan Zheng's appearance, Zhen urged impatiently: "If you have a fart, don't be like a sissy!"

Yan Zheng smiled and said, "This is what you asked me to say. I'll say it, you can't blame me. There are all such scenes in our film and television dramas in the world. What kind of artifacts can dominate the martial arts world or unify the world.

The most evil devil treasures will always be hypocritical, and respectful people will jump out and put the treasure in their pockets. They will tell everyone with a righteous saying that he will destroy this thing to avoid harming the world. But in the end, all of them will turn black without exception...

“

Yan Zheng stopped when he said this, and then he lost the following text. Then he looked at the town with a smile.

Zhen then looked back at Yan Zheng with a smile. The two of them looked like two cunning old foxes looking at each other across their prey. Although they had no movement, they had no idea how many rounds they had played.

Town said meaningfully: "First of all, I am not you humans, I will be disturbed by all kinds of desires. Secondly, with my current strength, I don't need to use this thing at all. Maybe I will use it one day, or I may never use it. Who knows

~You said it!”

Yan Zheng snorted disdainfully, his expression was full of sarcasm. The most annoying thing about the town is that he always says such erratic words that will make you constantly tangle and repeat between believing or not.

The conversation between the two was also followed by the town's final kill. The two silently passed through the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, which was like a charcoal fire, and returned to the three-way intersection. Standing here, the sea of ​​flowers on the other side was the sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

On the other side, the Three Lives Stone leads to Yan Zheng’s right hand is the Naihe Bridge he just walked over.

Yan Zheng wanted to go to Sansheng Stone to take a look and see who she was, Xuan Ni, Shen Pei... or a stranger who had not been masked yet.

Zhen obviously would not fulfill his wishes. He ignored his eager hints and turned his head to lead him towards the direction of Naihe Bridge. Yan Zheng sighed unwillingly, turned around in three steps, reluctantly, looking at the road leading to the Three Lives Stone, and said in his heart.

A regret that cannot be revealed.

The ghost messenger who was escorting the ghosts around him passed by them one after another. Yan Zheng's ears were filled with the crying and howling of the ghosts. The howling of the ghosts is not an adjective here. Only by truly walking in the underworld can you feel the soul.

Is the helplessness and terror of life or regret for the past? The fragility of human hearts is so real at this moment.

Yan Zheng was upset by the quarrel and couldn't help but take the initiative to talk to Zhen to divert his attention.

"I heard you just now that Wangqing Mengpo went to the West to grab Qiao Apple. Are the Western Underworlds the same as ours? Are Western Underworlds not as powerful as us?"

The town didn't know what it was thinking, and his mind was not in the moment at all. He dealt with it in a row: "There is only one underworld in this world, and the other places are unopened hells. Only you foolish humans will take some

Demons and monsters worship as gods!”

As he said that, the town seemed to remember something and suddenly changed his words and said, "Oh by the way, I won't send you back to the company. I have other things to do. I'll take you to the Entry and Exit Management Office later. You can take bus No. 517 by yourself.

Let's go back to the living room!"

Yan Zheng was stunned at first, then his mouth was so open that he could stuff an apple, and he said in a lost voice: "You asked me, a living person, to take the underworld bus back? Brother, are you serious?"

Town, who had been bowing his head, raised his head and said word by word: "You heard it right, I'm serious!"

As he said that, the town took out the death notes from his arms and shook them towards Yanzheng.

"I have more important things to do! I'm also thinking about you. If you come to the underworld from all the way, I don't have time to take you to experience the scenery of the underworld. You can still experience the customs and customs of the underworld when you take the bus back~

This trip is worth it!”

Hearing this sentence, Yan Zheng's face turned green.

"I feel your sister's customs and culture. I am a living person. I feel the bitterness of ghost culture. I'm not going to finish reading it today, but I'll die tomorrow! Do I need it? I refuse, you send me quickly.

Go back to the company, it won’t take much time to stop you.”

Zhen grinned and smiled slightly at Yanzheng.

"Okay, as you wish, then just swish!"

Whoosh ~

Zhen and Yan Zheng disappeared hundreds of meters away in front of Naihe Bridge. All the ghosts passing by did not notice that two people had disappeared here just now. Only Wangyou Mengpo looked here without a trace.

The feeling of dizziness came like a tide. Yan Zheng was drunk and stood there shakingly. Yan Zheng was hazy and looked as if he was covered with something.

In the blur, Yan Zheng could vaguely see people passing by from time to time. He seemed to be standing in front of a store, and the light signboard in the store made him unable to open his eyes.

I couldn't help but guess in my heart that this guy in Zhen wouldn't throw me at the entrance of the mall, there were so many people coming and going, and he deliberately told me to make a fool of myself!

The more Yan Zheng thought about it, the more anxious he became. He shook his head vigorously. When he regained his consciousness, he looked closely and saw that there was a shopping mall entrance in front of him. The eight distinctive big words from the Yinjie Entry and Exit Management Office were shining directly on his eyes.

Yan Zheng suddenly had an explosion of mentality and cursed: "Don't you~"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Zheng suddenly found that he had already lost the town around him, and there was an extra ticket in his hand.

The title says a few big words for the special ticket for the 517 Yin-Yang Shuttle Truck.

Train number: Bus No. 517, Orange, the seventh time.

Departure time: ugly time three minutes

(One person, one vote, entry with the ticket, expiry of timeout)

There is also a small letter at the bottom, issued by the Underworld Yin-Yang Entry and Exit Administration Bureau, and the right to explain belongs to the Underworld. If there are any emergencies such as delays in trains, please go to the lobby in time to change the ticket.

He was stunned for more than ten seconds with Piao Yanzheng, and couldn't help but curse again: "The town that cheated on my father! I'm going to kill you~!"

Just after he finished scolding, Yan Zheng immediately heard the radio shouting: Please take bus No. 517, passengers on the seventh bus will check tickets at exit 5. The bus is expected to arrive in half an hour. Please enter the venue in advance and go to the designated location once.

Waiting in line.

The radio was played three times in a row, and there were ghosts behind Yan Zheng rushing towards the hall. Yan Zheng stood there for a moment and followed the crowd.

All the situations inside are similar to those of the waiting hall of the long-distance bus station in the living room. Even the process is just a tiny bit. The hall is also full of ghosts. This makes Yan Zheng think of a moment and feels full of emotion. He originally thought that taking a car in the living room would be enough to squeeze.
Chapter completed!