Metropolis: I have Hades system that can open hell

Xi Shi was happy, but Wu Ma Cong was sad.

Open the ghost gate again, release ghosts into the yang world, directly add 10000 points to Yin De, and currently have a negative value of 18700 Yin De.

"This power bank is quite expensive." Wu Ma Cong laughed at himself, but didn't care.

After Xi Shi absorbed the yin energy of Huanyang Ka, she was pleasantly surprised to find that her ghost power had increased by one.

Good guy, sure enough, it was produced by Hades, it must be a high-quality product.

The initial excitement also calmed down during the process of absorbing the Huanyang Card.

She was sentenced to 11 years in prison and served 2750 years. Just working with Wuma Cong for a while, she lost 1000 years, and there are 106250 years left... The garbage that Wuma Cong threw away directly added a ghost power to the ghost. Now she has 2651 Dao ghost power can "charge" Lord Hades 27 times...

"Sure enough, horses don't have night grass and don't get fat, people don't have windfalls and don't get rich... I will definitely serve the adults well, that's the shortcut for me to get out of the sea of ​​suffering." Xi Shi muttered to herself, and the charging treasure finally came to her senses.

"Hee hee, maybe I can be exempted from punishment in the end..." Xi Shi was so happy that she wanted to sing, and hummed coquettishly, "My lord is also a villain. If I didn't make it clear at the beginning, I almost lost this chance. I hate it! "

If this opportunity is lost, Xi Shi shudders when she thinks about it.

No.18 Hell, she hardly gave her any time to think about the problem, and tortured her all the time, cutting thousands of pieces with a knife and ax, and burning water and fire are all light...

The morning sun was very strong, and Wu Ma Cong, who was lying on the dining table in Box No. 9, woke up.

After stretching, I encountered a cold spot.

Wuma Cong looked back, but Xi Shi was standing behind him motionless.

"Xi Shi, good morning..." Wu Ma Cong greeted.

"Good morning, my lord." Xi Shi bowed her body and said, "The girl is going to bring water to wash your lord."

"Go into the Sumeru Ring for me now! Bring water, and if people see it, you won't be scared to death!" Wu Ma Cong said speechlessly.

Xi Shi was a little wronged, so she let out an oh, and had no choice but to obediently hide in the Sumeru ring.How can he look like a ghost king?
It seems that adults still can't fully accept themselves, and they have to make persistent efforts.

Wuma Cong had breakfast at the Jiugui Cafe, and Bai Zimo called. After all, Wuma Cong had another pain to bear for her.

Wu Macong told her that if Zong Zhengruo died, the pain would naturally disappear.

After a long silence, Bai Zimo hung up the phone.

Wu Macong guessed that Bai Zimo was sad because the person she resurrected died.

After all, she was kind, even if a dog she raised died, she would cry for several days.

What's more, it's her resurrected life now?

This life used to be her ex-boyfriend.

Bai Zimo hung up Wuma Cong's phone, maintained a motionless posture, her eyes were confused, a tear fell, then turned into a thread of tears, and finally turned into two lines of tears, hitting her bodice.

Bai Zimo was sobbing, crying, looking down at the tear stains on her bodice, like plum blossoms scattered.

She suddenly burst into laughter, held the giant objects in front of her chest, and muttered to the plump ones sadly: "It's over... Even you can't attract him anymore... He is the King of Hades... He... ...Gone...will we never meet again...well, I am human and he is the King of Hades...that's it...that's it..."

Bai Zimo couldn't bear it anymore, this time laughing while crying, couldn't save her sad heart anymore.

She flung herself on the sofa and cried, unable to laugh anymore, she felt that she had lost everything.

Coming out of the orphanage, she had never been so lonely.

How I hope that Bai Liubo or Bai Luobin can come to trouble her, maybe every time I feel desperate, he will appear again.

It's just that things backfired. After Bai Luobin was sure that Bai Liubo would not bring this illegitimate daughter home, he had already stopped paying attention to her.

What he is concerned about is: Wuma Cong.

This man who dared to slap himself must die.

He is the master of the martial arts world, and he is also going to die.

Before you die, torture him well.

In Bai Luobin's evil eyes, there was a deep ferocity.

Sitting in the office of the general manager at the headquarters of the Baijia head office, gently shaking the glass of red wine, looking at the entire river view of Shenzhen City.

In Chengbei Development Zone, their Bai family occupies half, and the other half belongs to the Li Group. As long as this development project is completed, their Bai family will be one of the few families in Shen Zhen.

"Jiu Rose Cafe, hehe, that's also my family's real estate." Bai Luobin felt as if he was holding the winning ticket, as if the Tathagata had teased Wukong, no matter how powerful Wukong was, he still couldn't escape Wuzhishan.

The door of the office was opened, and his female secretary twisted and bent over, hugged him from behind, and pressed him with her most seductive part.

The female secretary said: "Things are arranged, Jiu Rose Cafe will not exist tonight."

"I don't care if you do the work, regardless of whether it's on or off the bed." Bai Luobin smiled lightly. With this sense of planning, could he be the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang?

The female secretary said worriedly: "I heard that the coffee shop is a bit evil..."

Bai Luobin said indifferently: "Having money can make ghosts turn the clock, and being evil is just throwing more money. The cat teases the mouse, and I am never afraid of the sofa at home being scratched by the cat's claws."

Female secretary: "Chairman Bai just now... called me and asked me to watch over you, don't act rashly..."

"It's okay, I'm his only son, he doesn't dare to do anything to me."

This poisonous snake is determined to make Wuma Cong live or die.

This is the purpose of the eighteen hells of Hades, and it is unexpected that someone will use it to deal with Hades.

Wu Ma Cong gave the service staff of Jiu Rose Cafe a week off with pay, and was going back to his hometown to visit his parents.

Seeing the long-lost parents and sister on the hometown lookout stage, I couldn't bear the homesickness in my heart.

"BOOM—" There was a loud noise in the cafe kitchen.

A fire dragon shot up into the sky, igniting the entire Jiu Rose Cafe.

Wu Ma Cong ran out of the coffee shop in a hurry.

However, now that the mold is in a state, before he could reach the door, the door was already on fire.

Wumacong was in a hurry, so he had to use his ghost power again, blowing a burst of Yin Qi, blowing open the gate and forming a fire gate.

Wu Macong got out in a hurry, and the moment he got out of the fire door, the whole coffee shop collapsed.

If Wuma Cong hadn't used his ghost power, he would have become the real King of Hades in a few seconds at night.

The fire was so strong that it had engulfed the entire café.

When the firefighters arrived, they just put out the fire to prevent it from spreading, and the cafe basically couldn't save anything.

Nine Roses Cafe is not a human property.

He belongs to Cai Rong, the spiritual slave of the world.

There will be some psychics in every city, they can receive the information of Yama's illusion, if they are willing to be the messengers of Yama's illusion, and become the spiritual slaves of the king of Yama, then they can get preferential treatment in the underworld after death.

Preferential treatment includes: removal of evil obstacles, priority reincarnation, reincarnation of choice.

Cai Rong was just about to die of illness when Wu Ma Cong was reborn. Regardless of the obstruction of his pregnant wife Yan Xiangxiang, he directly dedicated the Nine Roses Cafe to the king of hell, Wu Ma Cong.

It is only now that Wuma Cong has such a shop.

Correspondingly, the benefit of Cai Rong's death is that he was directly reincarnated in another world and became the emperor.