Mysterious recovery: The female anchor was scared to cry at the beginning

Wait until Su Xiaoxiao Jiulong pulls the coffin and stabs it.

The sky in Qingcheng has also cleared up.

As the sun sets, it coats the whole city with a layer of gold.

In the streets and alleys.

Wisps of blue smoke rose up.

Nowadays.

It is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

It is also a trick!
And this is the main reason why Bai Ran doesn't want to do business today.

There are many taboos in their line of work.

Generally speaking, if you encounter some special circumstances, it will not open.

Even if there is a business delivered to your door, you will not do it.

It was an accident to meet Su Xiaoxiao today.

"Ugh!"

Looking at his empty door frame, Bai Ran sighed.

Grandma's a leg, and it's okay to start a business, but the money is gone, but fortunately the thousands of dollars on the table are still there, otherwise it would be a real blood loss.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task! 】

[Congratulations on unlocking an opportunity! 】

[Drawing prizes for the host...]

【Congratulations to the host for getting the Sky Eye! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Burning Heaven Talisman! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a hundred Yin soldiers! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Celestial Master Daoist Robe! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Peachwood Sword! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Qingcheng City God Illustrated Book Fragment*1! 】

At this moment, the voice of the system rang in Bai Ran's mind one after another.

Ok?
Hundreds of Yin soldiers?

A fragment of the Qingcheng City God's illustrated book?

Hearing these two rewards, Bai Ran was a little confused.

"System, explain explain?"

Bai Ran slipped directly into the backyard, went back to the room and locked the door.

As he spoke, a virtual panel appeared in Bai Ran's spiritual consciousness.

Name: Bai Ran.

Age: 20 years old.

Occupation: Bai Family Tattoo Visiting Master!

Current Spells: None
Current artifact: none
Current title: None
Currently available props: Tongyin pen.

Current cunning slaves: Hundreds of yin soldiers!
Currently bound subsystem: live broadcast system!

Comprehensive evaluation: Fighting the five scum.

Looking at this character panel that belongs to him, Bai Ran is in a bad mood.

The evaluation given by the system is somewhat bullying.

However, Bai Ran's eyes were on the line of the sub-system: "Huh? System, what does your sub-system mean?"

[The underworld system is the most advanced system nowadays, equipped with tens of thousands of subsystems. As the level of the host increases, the number of subsystems will also increase. The so-called live broadcast system means that after the live broadcast is turned on, the host can use the gifts received to reward them. Points can be exchanged for a lottery, which can help Zhanwu host you grow faster! 】

system explained.

Bai Ran: ...

"No, the system, let's discuss it, can you stop calling me the five scumbags?"

Bai Ran is numb.

【system:……】

After briefly understanding the general functions of the underworld system, Bai Ran transferred all his mental power to his dantian.

In the very center of his dantian, there stands an... [-]-story hell tower! ! !
The whole body of this hell tower is full of treachery, constantly circling.

Only the first layer is clear, and all those above give people a strong sense of oppression.

Even Bai Ran, if he looked at the upper floors twice, his soul would tremble.

And above the main entrance on the first floor hangs a mysterious wooden plaque, with five large characters written on the plaque: Eighteen layers of hell.

After calming down, Bai Ran directly pushed open the door on the first floor.

in……

The space is very large, boundless, with only a faint ray of light.

And in it, stood a hundred Yin soldiers.

The Yin soldiers were all wearing heavy armor, exuding a majestic fighting spirit.

Just such an army really makes people feel full of security.

After staying in the first floor for a while, Bai Ran withdrew.

He still has work to do.

After simply changing into a set of clean clothes, Bai Ran went straight out the door.

Although this street is down and out, the sparrow is small and well-equipped with all kinds of shops.

After walking for about ten minutes, Bai Ran came to a paper-making shop, walked in with his legs lifted.

In the paper shop, an old man was sitting at the counter and taking a nap.

There was a faint smile on Bai Ran's face: "Uncle Wang, we're in business!"

"what?"

Wang Yue was taken aback, and jumped up from the chair in a jerk. When he saw that it was Bai Ran, he immediately put on a straight face, "You little guy, you know how to scare the old man all day long, and one day I will be punished." You are scared to death!"

"Haha."

Bai Ran laughed loudly, "Uncle Wang, from what you said, you are very strong, how could you be scared to death by me?"

"Aren't you here to buy paper money for joss sticks for that creepy grandfather of yours?"

Wang Yue asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

Bai Ran nodded, "I'm planning to burn more for my grandfather this year. I suspect that it was because he burned less before, so he didn't bless me to get rich. This day is getting harder every year."

"In the blink of an eye, your grandfather... has been dead for 16 years, right? Your parents have also been missing for a full ten years, alas..."

Wang Yue sighed while fetching incense paper money for Bai Ran.

Bai Ran was taken aback, but soon returned to normal.

Yes.

16 years ago, his grandfather hanged himself.

Bai Ran still clearly remembers that early in the morning, when he opened the door and walked to the front shop, he saw his grandfather hanging on the beam by the faint light, his body was stiff, his facial features were livid, Already dead.

Until now...

Recalling that scene, Bai Ran was still terrified.

"Bai Ran, Bai Ran..."

At this moment, Wang Yue's voice sounded, and Bai Ran came back to his senses.

The joss stick paper money is ready.

"Uncle Wang, how much is it?"

Bai Ran asked with a smile.

"You don't need money, take it back, and treat it as if I... burned it for your old friend, grandpa."

Wang Yue waved his hand.

"No, it should be as much as you want."

Bai Ran took out two big red bills from his trouser pocket, "Is it enough?"

"Ugh!"

Wang Yue smiled wryly, the wrinkles on his face piled up together, then nodded, "Enough is enough."

"By the way, where is that kid Wang Jie? Where did he go?"

Just when Bai Ran was about to go home, he suddenly remembered his classmate.

"Who knows where he went crazy, if he is as sensible as you, I can die in peace!"

Wang Yue shook his head and said.

Bai Ran paused, didn't say anything, turned around and went out the door.

On the way home, he went to the lumber shop and bought a door.

Although he doesn't have anything worth worrying about, he still needs the minimum door, otherwise...how shabby?

By the time he got home, the sun had completely set and the sky had turned dark.

Holding the iron basin, Bai Ran came to the door and started to burn it.

Soon, a smell unique to joss paper money got into Bai Ran's nose.

Followed by.

A strange thing happened.

I saw that the ashes that had been burnt were still solidified, and they were even swirling in the air, trying to pour into the shop.

see this scene.

Bai Ran's eyes... immediately narrowed...