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Black and white impermanence can't get in?Feng Jiu was a little surprised.

Zhang San's fingers stopped in front of the options, couldn't stop laughing, and staggered two steps towards Feng Jiu, "Why do you think this world is so cruel?"

"Efforts are all fake! They are all lies! No matter how hard I try, I can't compare to their backgrounds!"

"Why? Why can a simple bag be sought after by others?"

He rubbed his forehead and laughed wildly, his laughter was hoarse, then he suddenly quieted down, and stretched his fingertips forward a little.

The whole ghost became decadent, its face was pale, and its eye sockets were blackened, as if its essence had been sucked dry by something.

"Why...why..." He murmured in a low voice, leaving two bloody tears when he put his hand down.

He swayed, almost touching the option, Fan Wujiu clenched the chain tightly in an instant, once the ghost made any move, he would take action to arrest the evil ghost.

"You are very powerful." Zhang San looked up at him, turned over the token in his hand, and all the little delivery paper figurines turned to face Feng Jiu.

"If I had your power, I would definitely change the world."

He took a step forward, and all the little paper figurines followed him.

"Why don't you change the world?" He questioned, took another step forward, and roared, "Why don't you change the world!?"

He took another two steps forward, stepping forward in a state of inconsistency in black and white, standing in front of Feng Jiu.

"Stop quickly!"

Feng Jiu didn't answer, his expression was still calm.Zhang San looked at him for a while, his face collapsed and his eyes were hesitant.

"I can't change the world, I can only take them out of this world with me."

Following his movements, all the little delivery paper figurines showed sly smiles at the same time, giggling and pounced on Feng Jiu.

The paper figurines are densely packed, like locusts crossing the border, making one's scalp numb.

Black and white are impermanent, and the yin energy is soaring, one black and one white stand in front of Feng Jiu.

The atmosphere gradually became anxious, but Feng Jiu suddenly sighed.

"You are so stupid, even if you die, you are still in this world."

As soon as Feng Jiu raised his finger, all the little paper figurines turned in an instant, flying to Zhang San and surrounding them tightly.

"You think too highly of me, I don't have the ability to change the world."

Feng Jiu signaled Black and White Wuchang to leave, and he rowed the wheelchair to Zhang San.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Zhang San put his finger on the detonation option, "Haha, it's useless if you kill me, no one can save them, I want revenge!"

He was laughing, when a wisp of black mist drifted past his eyes, Zhang San was horrified to find that there was only an empty wheelchair in front of him, and the fluffy blanket that Feng Jiu had put on his knees was slanting on the seat.

He looked around, only to find that he was surrounded by black mist at some point.

The little paper man giggled, and a strange black mist spread around. For the first time, Zhang San knew what real fear was.

"Do you really want to do this?"

Feng Jiu's voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, turned his head subconsciously, and his jaw was tightly pinched by the cold iron.

The dark red sacrificial ghost mask appeared at the edge of his sight, Zhang San couldn't see his expression, he didn't know whether the person behind this hideous ghost mask was smiling or indifferent like a godlike evil ghost.

There seemed to be something on his wrist, Zhang San struggled to look down, only to see a ghostly hand covered in black mist was clenched on his wrist.

Before Zhang San realized what happened, he saw the person who was pinching his chin just now suddenly standing in front of him.

Feng Jiu was wearing a black cloak, he gently opened his hand with finger protectors in front of him, and a book appeared in his palm.

After flipping through the pages of the book, Zhang San only saw that the pages were full of people's names.

"what is this?"

"People who died because of you."

Zhang San's pupils shrank, his eyes wandered, and he opened his mouth to say something, when Feng Jiu turned around and sat on the wheelchair, flipping through the book of life and death.

"Died by the lamp furnace star."

He spit out every word, making Zhang San dumbfounded.

"What did you say?"

Feng Jiu didn't answer him, Zhang San didn't seem to understand what was going on, he found his wrist moving forward uncontrollably.

The ghost hand was pushing him forward.

Seeing that his finger was about to touch the option, Zhang San quickly retracted his arm.

"What are you afraid of?" Feng Jiu tilted his head in doubt, "Didn't you go crazy and have a good time?"

Zhang San desperately withdrew his arm, but the ghost hand was holding his wrist, getting closer and closer to the option.

"You threaten a ghost with the life of a living person?" Feng Jiu raised the corners of his lips, "You are so stupid, I wish my planet would be filled with the mouths of ghosts."

Zhang San was still struggling, so Feng Jiu continued:

"The token I gave you can only order the delivery team. Guess why all the paper figurines obediently listen to you and are not in the commercial street?"

Zhang San couldn't hold back at all, "You know everything?"

"Nothing escapes my gaze in Fengdu."

Zhang San shook, he was not as crazy and collapsed as before, and looked unusually calm.

The ghost hand on his wrist dragged his hand, and moved a little further.

"You may not have imagined that there are no problems with the buildings in Fengdu, but there are not small problems with the buildings in Dengluxing that you want to blow up." Feng Jiu tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingertips, "Tap once, and you will have successfully revenged."

"Fengze has been charged with another crime. He bears dozens of lives. Public opinion will not let him go. If he can no longer hold his head up, you have succeeded, right?"

Zhang San's eyes were lost, staring at the options on the optical brain in a daze, Feng Jiu's words were like whispers of a devil, which made him agree unconsciously and dragged him down.

As long as he clicks down, he will succeed in revenge.

He stared blankly at the options, and slowly stretched out his hand, not even noticing when the ghost hand disappeared.

At the edge of his vision, he saw Black and White Wuchang walking towards him step by step.

"Zhang San, the two of us will send you to hell."

His hand suddenly staggered, and he chose the cross in the upper right corner.

"Oh? Don't you want revenge?" Feng Jiu took off his red-faced face, smiled and propped himself up on the wheelchair.

Zhang San looked up with a wry smile, "Boss, you are really..."

"You are really good at acting, you can even fool us brothers." Xie Bi'an pinned the mourning stick to his waist.

"I guess, the Feng family caught you as a ghost, forced you to sneak into Fengdu, and disturbed the law and order in Fengdu. You were the one who did those vile haunting tricks." Feng Jiu dissipated in a black robe and stepped forward in a wheelchair.

Zhang San didn't expect that everything about him would be seen through, and he grinned with a hideous smile.

"Did she ask you to find a chance to blow up Fengdu?"

"Correct."

"But I didn't expect that you wouldn't like it, and would blow up the lamp burner instead?" Feng Jiu looked at Zhang San with interest.

It was the first time he saw such an interesting ghost, not only did he not help Feng's family run amok, but he also wanted to turn around and cheat Feng's family.

"It hasn't exploded yet." Zhang San laughed at himself, he was still unwilling to let so many people die because of him.

"Tell me why."

Zhang San's whole ghost was listless, "There's no need, I'm already dead."

Xie Bi'an patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Zhang San, I've given you a chance to be wronged, you have to be optimistic about it."

As soon as his voice fell, the black mist suddenly changed around him.Zhang San looked around in a daze, and realized that he had come to a solemn and majestic hall at some point.

A gloomy and solemn atmosphere, with faint blue lights burning in the lamps.

Zhang Sanyi raised his head, Feng Jiu was sitting there for some unknown reason in front of the hall, his complexion was even paler against the backdrop of the black furniture.On the top of the hall, the four big characters of good and evil are shining with golden light, which makes Zhang Sanyi not dazzled for a moment.

"Zhang San," Feng Jiu picked up a black wooden arrow with two fingers, "tell your grievances."

Zhang San's throat tightened, as if realizing something, he opened his mouth slowly, "Boss, I have a grievance."

"Say."

Zhang San's eyes turned red, and he suddenly wanted to cry.He was born in a bad family, his parents died young, and he became an orphan early. He studied hard by himself and endured all kinds of hardships. He was finally hungry until he was eighteen, and he was about to be admitted to the academy.

His grades are very good, top-notch, and he was admitted to Capital Star University very easily.

But everything changed after waking up. His grades were transferred to another person out of thin air. He complained everywhere angrily, but found that his past grades were gone.

In the eyes of everyone, he is no longer a genius with excellent grades, but a gangster with poor grades and character.It is enough for one person to lie to him, it is impossible for everyone to lie to him.

He even fell into self-doubt, whether there would be a problem with his memory. He was a gangster in the first place, and what he thought was just a dream.

He was depressed for a while, and decided to take the college entrance examination again.But he found that he knew all the questions in the exam, but he could never write the answers correctly, even though he knew what the answers were.

As if something was dominating him.

He is like a puppet whose life has been delineated.

But Zhang San didn't believe in evil, he believed that he would be able to break free.He struggled for many years, and finally he won, and he entered an ordinary college, and he finally got rid of the painful days by his own efforts.

After graduation, he entered a good company and gradually became a business star of his own.Until things surfaced again that year, he had nothing in one night.

This time it is definitely not his memory that is wrong. He has a very good memory, a photographic memory, and he will never be able to remember wrongly.

There must be something wrong!

Zhang San was wandering in madness, and saw a poster of a new generation of business star Fengze on the electronic billboard on the roadside.

The commercial star that Fortress is famous for is actually exactly the same as the one that I planned and imagined but didn't have time to realize.Zhang San sneaked to the library to check Fengze's information that day, and was surprised to find that his resume was mixed with Fengze's resume.

Every time, every achievement, even down to the decimal point after the college entrance score, he remembers it clearly.

Fortress stole his life.

And he can't do anything.

Chachasi stepped out of the black mist, holding the book of life and death.

"Zhang San, the fate is missing, and the fate was stolen by the evil spirits, it is correct."

The black fog rose, making Zhang San unable to see the situation in front of him clearly, and could only hear a sound from behind the fog.

"allow."

When he came back to his senses, Zhang San had already returned to the alley behind the restaurant. Xie Bi'an was standing beside him, saw the command arrow in his hand, and patted him on the shoulder, "I told you that you have been wronged, and we will help you recover everything." .”

Zhang San stared at the black wood arrow in his hand, and saw Fan Wujiu pat him on the arm to signal him to follow Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an walked in front holding the mourning stick, and said with a smile, "Reincarnation of karma, retribution is not good."

"Good and evil are obvious, like a shadow."

"Go, the boss will take you to seek justice."

Feng Jiu, who was walking in the front, looked at him slightly from the side, the black beads on his earlobe were surrounded by black mist.

Zhang San's heart trembled suddenly, what would be the result if he chose to detonate it.

Just as he was thinking, a chuckle suddenly came from his ear.

"Of course, you go to hell together."