I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

In the early morning, the ink-splashed night sky was torn apart, and the ever-prosperous Beijing city became lively. In a world invisible to the naked eye, countless wandering souls mingled with the crowd, greedily enjoying the few human fireworks.

Ning Zhi'an came out of the bathroom, her nose and eyes were steaming, but her expression was serious and upright.

He sat on the swivel chair, turned around in thought, opened WeChat, and strictly @ every member in the group.

@沉罗泽: Does the quality of the fireworks pass the test? Will there be a temporary misfire?

@挣死鬼: Flowers must be fresh and beautiful to show sincerity.

@White: Talk less, remember.

@小红: Put two red strings on Yangyang’s little Jiujiu, it looks festive.

The members of the group have already seen the strangeness, and responses came one after another.

Shen Luoze: Did you get up early in the morning to patrol the group?

Shen Luoze: Don't worry, the quality of my fireworks is so good that it can blow you two to the sky together.

Hanged Ghost: I assure you, every flower given to... the movie king has the fragrance of dew and soil.

White:? (high cold version)

Xiaohong: Want to celebrate?You can solve the problem by wearing red underwear yourself, don't bother Yang Yang.

Ning Zhi'an is self-absorbed to cheer and embolden himself: There is no turning back when you open the bow, and today Ji Zhaoran has to agree if he agrees, if he doesn't agree, I will forcefully shoot the bow.

The group fell into a strange silence, only Xiaohong had a positive attitude.

Xiaohong: I'm dizzy, so you are the one at the top?

……

In the afternoon, Ning Zhi'an went out in high spirits, ready to go to the scene to set up the scene. He drove his Xiali again, and for the sake of good luck, he even dug out the CD of "Good Day".

Xiali's sound insulation is poor, and the lively and joyful music is flowing on the road, which seems to be more and more rampant on the gloomy day of July [-]th, attracting the attention of many passing drivers.

This is the first time that Ning Zhi'an has spent the Ghost Festival since he became an honorary hermaphrodite. He glanced at the corners of his eyes at the red light and looked out of the window. The familiar streets and the past seem like two worlds.

On the street, there are wandering ghosts everywhere, interspersed with pedestrians.Some squatted on the side of the road and drool at the food stalls, some silently looked at the widow and shed tears, and some squatted at the crossroads ahead of time, waiting for their relatives to burn paper money.

He was stunned for a moment, and the car behind him honked his horn before withdrawing his thoughts.

Xiali slowly drove into the parking lot of the suburban park. It was very reasonable for him to choose this place. One is that fireworks can be set off legally outside the Fifth Ring Road, and the other is that it is sparsely populated, so it is not easy to be photographed by passers-by. After all, he wants to introduce his friend from the underworld to Ji Obviously, it would be too weird to be seen by others.

Ning Zhi'an got out of the car after putting on his sunglasses and a mask. While talking to Shen Luoze to confirm the other party's situation, he walked towards the center of the lake.

The place where Shen Luoze put the flowers was about 500 meters away from the center of the lake. After all, today is Ghost Festival, fearing that Shen Luoze would encounter an accident, Ning Zhian asked White to follow him to ensure the safety of the other party.

When the phone was connected, Shen Luoze excitedly said, "Brother Yaohua is already in place!"

"Is White next to you?" Ning Zhi'an was especially worried about White.

"Damn," White was very dissatisfied with being singled out, but he didn't know what to think, and said on the phone again: "Unemployed little star, please listen to me clearly."

No. [-] in Hell, White moved closer to the microphone: "No matter what happens, I will never turn back for you."

Ning Zhi'an had a chill: "Did the nonsense allusions come from you?"

After hanging up the phone, Ning Zhi'an could faintly see the hanged ghosts and the others, a group of ghosts gathered together and muttered something.

Seeing Ning Zhi'an, the hanged ghost suddenly took off his head and hugged it in his arms.

Ning Zhi'an thought he was preparing for a talent show again, so he was surprised and anxious: "It's not necessary!"

The hanged ghost had no face to face Ning Zhi'an, and after a long time of hard thinking, he came up with such a solution, so that he would not compromise easily.He stroked the back of his head nonchalantly: "I'll take care of my head."

The other ghosts jumped into the lake one after another as if they had just woken up from a dream, doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and breaking the law. Ning Zhi'an was able to roughly guess the way of death based on their behavior and appearance. He curiously asked a ghost climbing a tree: May I ask, how did you die?"

"I'm dying."

"Why climb a tree?"

The ghost met his idol for the first time, and said shyly, "You are so handsome, I'll go up and calm down."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

"Okay," the hanged ghost chased people away: "Master, go quickly, and leave the rest to me!"

Ning Zhi'an looked at his empty appearance above the neck, it was really hard to let go of her mind.

The appearance of the hanged ghost, if it is in the green novel network in Yangjian, it can't be described, right?

The drowned ghost floated to the surface of the water with its head covered in waterweed, and before it could say anything, it spit out a mouthful of lake water: "Big, if I am the next Bai Wuchang, I will treat you better than White."

???

Why is one weirder than the other today...

Ning Zhi'an walked towards the center of the lake, feeling a little dazed.

In the evening, the afterglow sprinkled on the surface of the lake, and the breeze blew away the heat of summer. The weather was perfect at this moment, and Ning Zhian was lazily leaning on the seat.

A hundred meters away, the Hanged Ghost and the others were playing cards together, it was still early, and Ning Zhi'an opened the underworld forum for entertainment.

[Friends, I want to entrust dreams to my dad, but I always entrust them to Uncle Wang's next door. What went wrong? 】

[I seem to have met an unemployed starlet just now!Silver Xiali, still has a good day, God, he loves us so much! 】

[Is there any ghost who can control Niutou and Lu Pan? They helped me back and forth 27 times when I crossed the Naihe Bridge, and that Bai Wuchang was still counting by the side! 】

[Don't talk about it, I met Po Meng sweeping the fallen leaves when I went out, and the fucking Bai Wuchang squatted on the tree shaking, what happened to these ghosts? ? ? 】

Ning Zhi'an was slightly startled, remembering where this familiar scene came from, isn't this the plot in the ghost king's story.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing by the lake, Ning Zhi'an's clothes swayed slightly, he lowered his eyelashes, and refreshed the homepage of the forum.

[The Palace of the King of the Underworld is decorated with lanterns and festoons tonight, is there anything good about it? 】

【Oh no! ! !Some evil spirits took advantage of the chaos and sneaked from the [-]th floor of hell to the underworld. Everyone must report it in time if they see it! 】

Ning Zhi'an clicked into the post, and left a message with some concern, asking: [Are the ghosts in the eighteenth floor of hell very vicious, and can they harm people? 】

Before he clicked to send, the tip of his nose suddenly smelled a faint smell of iron, and the skin behind his ears suddenly became cold, as if something cold was clinging to his back——

"certainly--

"No!" A voice sounded from behind him.

Ning Zhi'an's throat moved slightly, and he turned his head extremely slowly, facing a distorted and gray face.

The ghost was even more nervous than him, squatting on the edge of the bench behind Ning Zhian, and stretched his head to look around: "Beauty, don't be afraid, I will use your popularity to block the ghost that is looking for me."

When it was talking, Ning Zhi'an slowly looked away, only to find that his whole body was covered by a cloud of turbid yellow mist.

And on the seat not far from him, another person exactly like himself was looking at the lake with a smile on his lips, enjoying the scenery.

"Yes, I'm really good. I made this illusion." The ghost flattened himself and hid almost the whole body under the bench. Yes, why are there so many of the same kind in this broken park today!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

"I inquired for several months before I laid out the escape route, and I planned to go to this park first to avoid the limelight, damn it," the ghost became more and more annoyed: "Who would have thought that I was cheated, this park is not a rare sight at all to!"

When he was speaking, the hanged ghosts outside the illusion mirror seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and they were walking towards this side with a sullen face, and White's voice sounded in his ears: "Master, I'll be right there."

The instigator, Ning Zhi'an, kindly advised, "Why don't you surrender yourself."

The ghost under the bench was still excited: "I don't, I won't go back if I don't achieve my goal!"

"No..." The ghost took the initiative to chat with Ning Zhi'an for a long time, and finally realized that something was wrong, he poked his head out from under the bench: "Can you see me?"

Ning Zhi'an: "I have yin and yang eyes since I was a child."

"Oh," the ghost went back again: "Then I can rest assured."

This ghost made Ning Zhi'an feel guilty: "What do you want to do to escape from prison?"

"Your ordinary yin and yang eyes will not understand the things about our underworld."

"……What do you think."

"It's so annoying!" The ghost gritted its teeth, and said in a vicious voice, as if it had come to the underworld to seek revenge: "I'm looking for someone named Unemployed Little Star."

Ning Zhi'an held her breath, not daring to answer.

"I need to sign." The ghost added.

"You...don't know what an unemployed starlet looks like?"

"The [-]th floor has been disconnected from the Internet all the year round. Where do I know where to go? Last time my sister came to visit me, she cried and told me that she wanted his autographed photo, but the price was too high by a scalper named White!"

"..." White, the source of all evil, has already crushed the fake Ning Zhian next to him. Ning Zhian stared at the world outside the turbid fog, and kindly reminded: "It seems that a ghost has discovered something is wrong."

"Damn it, why on earth, it's Chinese New Year, why are these ghosts in this broken park!"

The ghost collapsed and slipped out from under the bench. Just as it was about to flee in a hurry, its pale face suddenly changed.

Ning Zhi'an's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed accordingly.

Outside the turbid fog, the golden-red sunset was covered by dark clouds, and the entire center of the lake was shrouded in a cloud. As the sound of orderly and solemn footsteps gradually approached, the entire land trembled.

"Fuck," the ghost murmured.

The mighty Yin Qi rushed towards the face, directly tearing the mist surrounding Ning Zhi'an's body, and the sound of cold metal shaking reached his ears, and two rows of Yin soldiers with awe-inspiring aura were walking towards them in unison.

The ghost was dumbfounded: "It's just to catch me, so why alarm so many Yin soldiers?"

Ning Zhi'an was also dumbfounded - at the end of the endless and cold Yin Qi, Ji Zhaoran looked at him calmly.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and moved his slender fingers lightly on the phone. The light from the screen made his complexion cold and pale, and his eyebrows were sharp and beautiful.

Ning Zhian's phone vibrated.

Ji Shaoran: I'm here.