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

"What kind of tricks are you playing!" the long-clothes shopkeeper roared angrily.

As soon as Tang Simi grabbed the red paper in her hand, she saw the shopkeeper in long gowns tighten her body, as if a hand was also holding him tightly.

"Oh! Damn girl! You are so courageous!"

Seeing that his mouth was still stiff, Tang Simi clenched her hands even tighter: "Why don't I tear up your master deed now?"

"Don't, don't, don't!" He begged for mercy, his arms were twisted, his waist was about to be torn off, and his neck was creaking.

His face was in extreme pain, and his body broke out in cold sweat.

As soon as Tang Simi loosened his fingers, his pain eased a bit.

That principal deed is now his life.

His life is in Tang Simi's hands, but his life is thinner than paper, if the paper is torn or wrinkled, it will be reflected on him.

Not many people know about this kind of master-slave contract, let alone know how to use it.

Tang Simi is aware of its existence and its purpose...

"Grandma, I know I'm wrong, who taught you how to use this red paper?" the shopkeeper of the long shirt asked cautiously.

"Guess?" Tang Simi said.

The shopkeeper of the long shirt rolled his eyes, and he already had a guess in his heart: "If I hadn't seen the woman that Lao Hei signed, I wouldn't have easily let go of my guard against you."

"That bastard, Old Hei! Two-faced and three-handed, the best thing is to sell the owner for glory, and turn against each other. He wants benefits and not brothers!"

The master-slave contract is mysterious, there must be an inner ghost among them!

The person who is most likely to become a ghost is Lao Hei.

Lao Hei is now put in a jar by Tang Simi, and the black pot is placed on his head, so he takes it securely...

He really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash himself away.

"This thing is just a kind of Taoism's spiritual speech technique. Your aunt and I can see through it at a glance, but do you need someone to tell you?" Tang Si felt that he looked down on himself.

When Tang Simi was a teenager, she knew all the tens of thousands of Taoist classics in Zongmen Library by heart.

Daoist spells are inseparable from their origins. Once Tang Simi understands one, she understands them all.

When the master was alive, he said that Tang Simi's bones were naturally raised.

Later, when I met Izumo, the old Taoist lamented and envied her talent every time.

"You guys should keep this kind of crude thing for your children," Tang Simi said.

The shopkeeper of the long gown didn't believe a word of Tang Simi's.

The little girl is not very old, but her tone is not small.

"What is your plan? Do you know who is standing behind me?" He shouted unconvinced.

Tang Simi glanced at him, piercing——

The red paper was torn in two, and half the shoulder of the shopkeeper in the gown was torn off, leaving a bloody mess.

The shopkeeper of the long gown is confused, does Tang Simi really dare to tear it up?

His arms are like tearing chicken legs.

There are so many bones.

Bloody.

But he is a ghost and has died once before.

But the girl in front of her was still working hard.

His chest was also split in half.

"Grandma! Grandma! I know I'm wrong. Just tell me what you want me to do!"

Begging for mercy depends entirely on his mouth, his arm is gone, but his mouth is still there.

Amidst his bitter begging, Tang Simi remained silent.

The shopkeeper of the long gown didn't know how a little girl could be so calm.

Surprised and frightened, he kowtowed to Tang Simi.

He didn't want to ask about Tang Simi's abilities and skills, and he didn't want to worry about it. Tang Simi's life was in Tang Simi's hands.

"Grandma! Master! Master! From now on, I will be your servant and your dog!"

Enduring the pain, he confessed his heart to Tang Simi with a numb face.

"Okay, good dog, let me ask you, where are all the brothels in the Naihe Bridge?"

However, the land at the head of the bridge is neither the underworld nor the underworld.

It is a transition zone between the two realms.

Although the underworld is too lazy to take care of it, they use magic to enslave female ghosts and indulge in promiscuity...

Unless the people behind it are all-knowing, they would never dare to bring this kind of dirty business to the table.

But from Tang Simi's point of view, that person doesn't have all-round abilities, but has a lot of ghostly tricks.

Coincidentally, Tang Simi dared to be their ancestor in a crooked way!class

The shopkeeper of the long shirt had a troubled expression on his face, wanting to cry but not crying, "Grandma, master... I really don't dare to do this."

Tang Simi raised her brows with a bad expression.

The shopkeeper in the long gown bowed and snaked, and immediately knocked his head on the ground a few times.

"Don't, don't, you don't know, if I tell you, I will be the one who will be decapitated in the future."

"In the future? Can you still think about the future?" Tang Simi said, and picked up the red paper, which was about to be torn.

"Grandma! Grandma! Auntie! I'll take you there right away!" This kind of fate is in the hands of others. It's life or death. It's too exciting to just watch someone else's thought.

The shopkeeper of the long gown didn't want to resist anymore, so let it be like this, if you listen to Tang Simi, you can die a day later.

"I will guide you, I will guide you!" He kowtowed and said.

Tang Simi likes that he knows current affairs: "Be good, I will go with you when I do something small."

As Tang Simi said, she went to his counter and tore a piece of paper from the ledger.

She folded it casually, and the white paper turned into a paper crane.

Tang Simi handed the paper crane to Long Kunyu, who immediately held it in both hands.

Long Kunyu didn't know what Tang Simi meant, so she saw Tang Simi snapped her fingers, and the chain that bound him with hundreds of catties snapped from his ankle with a click.

Looking at the freedom in his hands, Long Kunyu felt a surge of emotion.

Even those old wounds on his body that Zhang Guiping beat him up, the pain was reduced a bit.

"Huh..." He protruded a puff of stale air from his lungs.

"Haha..." He laughed shortly, staring at Tang Simi.

The excitement, gratitude, and joy in his eyes almost overflowed.

Like a happy rabbit, he collapsed a few times on the spot, his body was light and buoyant, with a carefree freedom.

"I really don't know how to repay you." He looked at Tang Simi, as if looking at a glowing Bodhisattva.

"My name is Long Kunyu. You want to come to Haicheng to find me!" Long Kunyu said, afraid of being abrupt. you."

He asked eagerly, saying everything he wanted to say in one go.

"It's just convenient, you don't have to keep it in mind, you are a living soul, so go back." Tang Simi didn't care.

He didn't expect Tang Simi to be so cold.

He was stunned, and Tang Simi raised her hand, fanning out a gust of wind.

That gust of wind blew on Long Kunyu's face, making him feel comfortable.

When Long Kunyu came back to his senses, he was sitting on the paper crane that Tang Simi gave him with a light body, heading towards the opposite direction of the underworld.

The paper cranes drifted away.

Long Kunyu on the paper crane tried to open his eyes wide. He stared at the scenery of the underworld receding a little bit, and at the tea shop where Tang Simi was.

He was afraid that this would be the last time he would see Tang Simi, so he could only force himself to look at her more.