His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

Su Zhe didn't think about this issue at all, mainly because he didn't think carefully. He was only worried about whether the actors would be afraid of ghosts, whether they would run away, etc. He didn't think about ghosts' perception of people at all.Daoist Xu said that the more powerful a ghost is, the more irrational it is. Right now, these ghosts are normal, no different from living people except for their appearance, so... there should be no problem, right?

"Ghosts don't seem to be very afraid of people, do they?" Su Zhe said with a guilty conscience.

"You're not a ghost." Xiang Bei said with weird eyes, "I'm not saying that ghosts are afraid of people, I mean... a ghost market, a ghost market, full of people setting up stalls, can it be called a ghost market? Don't you think it's strange? ?"

Su Zhe turned his head to look at a busy market not far away, and said, "We have already sold a lot of goods, by the way, let's see if this is money."

Looking down to the north for a while, he picked up a coin and said, "Hell's money."

"Ah?" Su Zhe didn't understand at all, but he felt relieved, "It's not just paper money."

"No, what I mean is that this money is used internally by the staff of the Palace of the Underworld." Xiang Bei said solemnly, "Look, there is nothing wrong with my words."

That means it is true.

Su Zhe added a sentence in his heart, and asked in doubt: "Then what?"

"Think about it, is it possible that all you receive is this kind of money?" Xiang Bei asked.

Su Zhe stopped talking. Obviously, the premise of this situation is that all the visitors are the staff of the Palace of the Underworld.

"Does that mean I succeeded?" Su Zhe asked with a little luck.

Xiang Bei was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "I made a bet that everything will go well tonight, right? What were you thinking at that moment?"

Su Zhe frowned and recalled, and said: "I was thinking, it would be best if King Huang of Hades City came tonight in person..." He kept speaking in a low voice, because after thinking about it, he suddenly thought of a key point, which is to solve the fairy dance. It seems that there is no need for King Yan to come in person, just a random person from the Palace of King Yan can ask where the return is.To put it bluntly, they can solve the problem the moment the ghost girl appears, and there is no need for a series of subsequent actions.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Isn't it true?" Su Zhe asked.

"Did you kiss me?" Xiang Bei asked back, "Did I vomit blood?"

Su Zhe didn't say anything, and when he was frantically thinking about how to deal with the follow-up, a loud bell sounded suddenly from the far end of the horizon, and the sky lit up. Looking closely, it was more like a cloud of fluorescent lights floating over, small white snowflakes Only when you float closer can you see that it is actually paper money.The fork connected to the main road disappeared, and the carriages and horses could be faintly seen coming through the darkness. A young man with a long beard, a square face, and a crown was sitting in the carriage.

As the chariots and horses approached gradually, Su Zhe found that his legs were standing in place as if they had taken root, unable to move, and a ghost girl's voice came to his ears: "You are really interesting, so I told the director, He is really interested, a living person who set up a ghost market! We all want to know what you want to do, so I sued Yan Jun."

Su Zhe turned his head slowly, and saw a lot of ghost market "customers" standing behind him and looking over with a smile on his face. Even if he didn't have a weird and miserable appearance, what a bold person to be stared at by such a large group of creatures with eyes Be cowardly.

"You recognized it a long time ago?" Su Zhe asked.

"How could you not recognize it!" Gui Meizi said with a smile, "I don't know what your purpose is, but you are really interesting, and you even made some decent goods. Let me tell you, I will give you It’s not fake money! It’s real Hades money! You can’t say I’m bullying people!”

The car and horse rumbled and stopped beside Su Zhe. He turned his head and met the sight of a bull-headed brother standing beside the car and horse.Brother Niutou was nearly two meters tall, so he had to look up, and looked at each other quietly "affectionately" for a moment, and a deep and deep voice came from above his head: "Who is under the car?"

"Report your name!" Brother Niutou drew his tone and put on a full posture, "Wang Huang, the city king of the eighth hall of the tenth hall Yan Jun, asked me!"

The first reaction in Su Zhe's mind was: Is the book of life and death really changed by the monkey?

There is no way, as a Chinese, as long as he meets King Yama, he will want to ask this question. However, if you think about it with your toes, you will know that this question is very inappropriate. It is very likely that King Yama has been asked countless times, and you have a psychological shadow. Whoever asks who dies.

"Su...Su Zhe." Su Zhe said dryly, "My name is Su Zhe."

"Oh?" The voice on the car responded quickly, "You set up this ghost market and sold such a beautiful thing to all the ghosts at a low price. What is your intention?"

Su Zhe had almost calmed down at this time, thought for a while, and said, "Of course I need something from you."

After a while, the voice said: "Well, it's quite honest. However, such small favors can't get much benefit."

"What I wanted to ask for was a small matter." Su Zhe became more and more fluent in his speech, and he became more courageous. "Besides, this matter is related to your Yan Luodian!"

"Really?" The city king Huang seemed a little curious, "What's the matter, you can talk about it, if it's really as small as you said, it doesn't matter if I grant you some benefits."

Ahhhhh, it's done!It was done for me!

Su Zhe was ecstatic in his heart, and peeking around, he found that Xiang Bei also blinked one eye, showing a happy expression.Not far away, the producer was gesticulating wildly, while Zhao Lingshui was instructing the cameraman to find an angle, trying to shoot more material, regardless of whether it could be used in the end.

Su Zhe took a deep breath, took out his unusable mobile phone, opened it, raised it up to face the carriage, and said, "This is it..."

The narration frame just fell down at this moment, and it just stuck on Brother Niutou's face: Some people just can't learn to read the air, and give up a great opportunity for nothing. For ordinary people, the "small benefits" of big people are not "Small".

Su Zhe was stunned for a moment, but before he realized what was going on, the phone had already sent out an ecstatic "um", with a twist at the end of the sentence, followed by a fierce "battle situation", except for the noise of the wind, the audience was extremely quiet, just Even the ghosts shut their mouths.

"Mmmm~mmmm~"

Su Zhe shivered for a moment, and frantically took back the phone and tried to turn it off, but it was impossible. He turned down the volume desperately, and then raised his head to find that the audience was dead silent, and everyone seemed to have turned into sculptures.He looked to the side, and found that Xiang Bei's eyes were wide open, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

I'm just too busy!It's too late!Ah ah ah ah ah!

"Is this what you want to ask?" The city king Huang's voice was very calm.

At this point there is no way out.

Su Zhe swallowed, and said bravely: "Yes, this picture has spread to many of our mobile phones and computers, even shutting them down, they are completely unusable, and the return address is written on the eighth hall."

"That's what you want to ask for?" the city king Huang asked again.

Su Zhe held back for a long time, then whispered: "Is it too late to change now?"

Dead silence.

"puff--"

Someone couldn't help laughing, and soon, the laughter spread like an infection, and finally turned into a roar of laughter.

Su Zhe wanted to dig into an oil field.