After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

The ghost messenger slumped in the cage.

Tang Simi stepped forward and kicked him.

The ghost almost flicked.

Tang Simi said: "I have a debt to settle with your ghosts in Haicheng!"

The ghost messenger immediately put on a flattering smile: "That fairy girl can't be counted on my head. This is the first time I have met a fairy girl, and I have never offended you before."

Tang Simi sneered: "All of you from Haicheng up to the city god down to the ghost guards, none of you can escape."

The black-clothed ghost still felt that Tang Simi's words were exaggerating.

"What you said is a little offending." The ghost in black knelt upright.

He held his ears, waiting for the next article.

but……

The owner of the noodle shop came out of the back kitchen with five bowls of Yangchun noodles.

"Come, come, I've been waiting for a long time, the noodles are all ready."

The owner of the noodle shop has strong arms and distributes five bowls of noodles to five customers at a time.

"Little girl, what are you doing standing up, come to eat noodles, try my uncle's cooking skills, are you worthy of my signature?" The noodle shop owner said, beckoning Tang Simi to come over.

Tang Simi passed by with kindness, she sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and enjoyed the Yangchun noodles in front of her.

People eat for food.

Leng Xuelu and Yang Lulu both came here with their chests on their backs. Now that the food is on the table, what are you waiting for?

It's just that Dong Mohan hugged his wife's dead soul, feeling her coldness and warmth.

Song Liangchu knew that he was a ghost, so he was powerless with this bowl of noodles.

Tang Simi ate slowly and gracefully.

After she finishes eating, it will be ten minutes later.

The ghost guard's knee hurt, and the floor of the shop was cold and hard. He begged for mercy a few times, but Tang Simi ignored him.

I can only keep cursing Tang Simi in my heart: "If you have a grudge, you have a grudge, if you have a grudge, you have a grudge, who do you go to? I'm just a little devil."

The black-clothed ghost guard wanted to anger Tang Simi, and asked Tang Simi to go out to find Lord Chenghuang.

At that time, let's see how Tang Simi will play tricks.

"Don't you know better than me what you, the underworld in Haicheng, are doing? When I called you, you all hid away." Tang Simi's account is a life account.

Or her own life.

"What were you doing when the Yin Gate of Haicheng was broken? What was the City God doing? What was the King of Hades doing?" Tang Simi asked him forcefully.

Tang Simi used her body as a sacrifice to plug the gap in her vagina.

The underworld can do some human affairs, and Tang Simi will not use her life to fill the holes of thousands of ghosts.

The black-clothed ghost guard still had a smug face, and gave Tang Simi a flattering smile.

The vulva is broken...

This matter is involved behind the scenes, far deeper than the little yellow-haired girl in front of him imagined.

The vulva is damaged, and there are hundreds of thousands of ghosts.

Tang Simi said nonchalantly: "Such a big event, it is impossible not to alert the underworld. Guess this, does the King of Hades know about it?"

The ghost official in black subconsciously retreated out of fear.

What Tang Simi is doing is a big event that affects the whole body. If she gets out of this matter, the sky will be broken.

"Yan Wang didn't know, so how did he hide it?" Tang Simi asked again.

How did you hide it?

Up and down the bureau, collusion.

"What is the intention of the person who did this?" Tang Simi asked again.

Intent... This is scary.

Tang Simi pretended to be surprised: "Isn't it planning to massacre the city?"

The black-clothed ghost guard was trembling with fear. His fingers, where Tang Simi couldn't see, were holding on to the cage tightly, and the fingertips were bleeding.

He wants to run.

Tang Simi put down the chopsticks for eating noodles: "Such a big murder, the things behind it, can you bear it?"

She wiped her mouth and said, "Boss, are there any used bottles in the store?"

When the noodle shop uncle came out, he was holding a palm-sized soy sauce bottle in his hand.

The boss doesn't have many good words, so he puts the bottle on the table casually.

"Thank you." Tang Simi said, unscrewing the cap of the bottle.

For some reason, the ghost official in black suddenly felt a chill: "What are you going to do?"

"I'll give you a new home." Tang Simi said with a smile.

As she spoke, she turned the bottle upside down, and the ghost official in black went in.

"I've adopted you, shouldn't I give you a name?" Tang Simi pondered.

"I have my own name." The black-clothed ghost snarled angrily as he knocked on the bottle with both hands.

Outrageous, is this woman really outrageous?

Adoption?Is this something people dare to do?

Tang Simi didn't seem to hear him, and said to herself: "Let's call Mian Mian. The noodle shop caught them. Calling Mian Mian is more suitable for the scene."

"I have a name!" The ghost guard hadn't expected it at this time, this was the last time in his life.

Tang Simi turned the bottle upside down: "What did you say?"

After the dizzying situation, the ghost messenger was so uncomfortable that he lost the slightest bit of temper.

He leaned against the side of the bottle, his oily face, which was annoying to look at, was attached to the bottle, taking in less air and more air out.

"I said, I have no objection." Mianmian said.

Tang Simi stood up.

Leng Xuelu and Yang Lulu haven't reacted yet.

"Aren't you leaving?" Tang Simi asked.

"Oh oh oh." The two hurriedly followed

Dong Mohan stopped her: "My wife... what should she do?"

Tang Simi glanced at him quietly: "There is a separation between yin and yang, and you understand the truth better than me."

After Tang Simi finished speaking, she glanced at his wife again.

The wife closed her eyes, "I'll go."

"No! You can't..." Dong Mohan's eyes swelled up, and he cried out immediately.

His wife took a step back. Dong Mohan often told her about work, and living with ghosts would do no harm to the living.

The yang energy is weakened, bad luck is added to the body, and disasters are amplified.

His wife didn't want misfortune to befall Dong Mohan.

She wiped her tears: "After I leave, you have to be well."

Tang Si smiled and said, "Okay, then you can follow me first."

Tang Simi led her out of the noodle shop, while behind them, Dong Mohan was blocked by a barrier, and couldn't even chase them out.

Tang Simi glanced at Leng Xuelu and Yang Lulu: "You have seen so many ghosts today, go back early and get up tomorrow to bask in the sun."

"I'll take her to Naihe Bridge." Tang Simi said and waved to the two of them.

If it's just to send someone to die, Tang Simi can use her lips to recite the mantra of passing away.

But apart from that, Tang Simi had other things to do.

She took the noodles in the bottle and walked on the street late at night with Dong Mohan's wife.

Haicheng is bustling, even in the early hours of the morning, there are rarely empty streets.

But along the way Tang Simi walked, she didn't meet a single person.

She walked to a bus stop, and a bus came immediately.

At two o'clock in the morning, the bus has stopped running. Where did this car come from.

This question arose in Dong Mohan's wife's heart.

The bus came to a stop, and she saw the blue faces on the bus, and the answer was ready.

It's a hell bus.

She took two steps back in fear.

Tang Simi said softly: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you up."

Dong Mohan's wife's heart warmed, "But you are a living person..."

"I just want to go and have a look." Tang Simi smiled lightly and went to Naihe Bridge, which she said was as easy as going to a park.

Before Dong Mohan's wife could react, she followed Tang Simi into the car.

The passengers in this car looked scary, but they were all honest people, sitting dutifully without speaking to each other.

The car drove straight forward and passed an overpass, and the scene on the side of the road suddenly changed.

When the bus stopped, it was pitch black.

Through the car window, you can see a wooden bridge in front of you, and on the other end of the wooden bridge, there are people walking shoulder-to-shoulder in darkness.

At this end of the wooden bridge, there are many shops.

Tang Simi watched and picked them one by one in the shop.

In the soy sauce bottle, the voices from all sides were muffled: "You don't come to a brothel looking for ghost prostitutes, do you?"

"I'm here to fight pornography and criminals." Tang Simi was neither sad nor happy, but faintly angry.

no?He casually mentioned a ghost prostitute, could it be possible that Tang Simi felt pity for those dead souls who were separated by a world?

Impossible, she is ruthless, absolutely impossible!