I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

The film and television base here is not prosperous, but it is not particularly remote.Compared with first-tier cities, some traditions here are more intact, and it is not difficult to buy paper money ingots.

The night was dark, and after eating and drinking, Ning Zhi'an walked out of the small supermarket with an iron washbasin and paper money of the Underworld Bank in his arms contentedly.

In the car, Ning Zhi'an took advantage of Ji Zhaoran's driving time and quietly wrote White's name on the paper money.

Finding an intersection with few people, Ning Zhian squatted on the ground, neatly piled up the paper money in the washbasin, and looked up at Ji Zhaoran. "Mr. Ji, lend me a lighter."

Ji Zhaoran lowered his eyes to look at Ning Zhi'an for a while, it seemed that this silly boy was really ready for such a small amount of paper money.

He sighed, broke a wooden branch from the side of the road, and squatted on one knee opposite Ning Zhi'an.

Ji Zhaoran lightly twirled his thumb, and sparks ignited. After igniting a dime of paper money, there was a "thump", and a scarlet fire suddenly lit up in the iron basin.

There was a lot of smoke, Ji Zhaoran narrowed his long eyes slightly, and pulled the paper money with a branch, the paper money loosened, and the fire became more intense in an instant.

Ji Zhaoran said: "You piled so solid that the paper money inside couldn't be burned through."

Anyway, to burn paper for White, there is no need for any real feelings, Ning Zhi'an simply looked at Ji Zhaoran seriously: "Mr. Ji, you know a lot."

That tone, as if the next sentence is about to sigh, is this the polishing of time, the precipitation of years?

Ji Zhaoran lowered his eyes and lit another mint cigarette in the smoke that made people's brain hurt.

In the car, Ji Zhaoran asked Ning Zhian who he wanted to burn for, but the little bastard said that it was for his good friend named White. Today is his death day, and he hoped that White can live a better life down here.

Ji Zhaoran was filled with indescribable irritability.

He didn't know whether he was mad at the little bastard for wanting to come out, or mad at himself for accompanying him here by accident.

In the iron basin, the light of the fire was blown by the wind, and shone on Ning Zhi'an's face flickeringly, making his eyelashes look like crow feathers and his lips crimson.

Ning Zhi'an imitated the example, squatting in front of the iron basin and carefully pawing at the paper money, while Ji Zhaoran was beside him casually, biting a cigarette.

The flames were surging, and when the flames were burning most vigorously, Bai Wuchang Huai appeared with a long face, not as energetic as before, White's high hat was crooked, and he said bitterly: "Damn ghost, why did you call me?" money?"

Along with White, there were a few dark-faced, short, strong, stump-like things, and one of them had a face split open.

Ning Zhi'an originally thought that burning some paper for White would be the end of the matter, but he didn't expect such a menacing thing to come, he subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Ji Zhaoran——

Although he knew that Ji Zhaoran had a strong yang energy, ghosts would not dare to get close to him, and although these things were short and not bulky, but looking fierce, Ning Zhi'an was not sure if Ji Zhaoran's physique could restrain them.

Teacher Ji accompanied him to burn the paper. If there was any danger, he must stand in front of Teacher Ji.

However, before he could react, the reaction of those tricks was even bigger.

Dunzi wanted to take the money and leave, but felt the suffocating pressure in the air. One of the Dunzi yelled aggrievedly, "You, you guys, are too deceitful. How dare you dance like a fairy?"

Dunzi pointed at White: "You, you are bad!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..." White, what immoral thing have you done?

These stumps didn't seem to have very high IQs, Ning Zhi'an was slightly relieved, and leaned over to Ji Zhaoran's side, pretending to burn paper while listening to their arguing.

Ning Zhi'an had nothing to say and said: "Mr. Ji, when this drama is finished, can I still play with you?

If there are no accidents, Ning Zhi'an will be wrapping up in half a month.

The orange light outlined Ji Zhaoran's eyebrows and eyes more deeply and beautifully, and he asked back, "Do you want to find me?"

Ning Zhi'an nodded without thinking: "I think so."

Ji Zhaoran put down his cigarette: "Then come and find me."

White also noticed Ji Zhaoran, and he knew how powerful Ji Zhaoran was. White regained his spirits, and took the opportunity to pretend to be a tiger: "You stoners, now you know how powerful I am, even though I am a civil servant in the underworld. What the law will do to you, but my brother can help me avenge!"

He didn't notice the trembling ecstasy lock in his cuff, and pointed at Ji Zhaoran: "Did you see, this man is my brother!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an probably heard the whole story from their conversation.

White walked halfway and found a stone pier to sit down on. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. It’s fine to sit on another pier. He even stepped on his foot and cracked his face. Now he owes the pier a sky-high plastic surgery fee .

If you don't pay someone for the plastic surgery, you have to promise to be a son-in-law.

It's not that White couldn't beat these tricks, but he was really guilty of letting others sit on the ground, so he called Ning Zhi'an to get him some money.

He bargained with Dunzi: "Why didn't you stop me when I sat on you? I thought you were just an ordinary rock. You said I danced like a fairy, but I think you are!"

Dunzi said aggrievedly: "I, we, Shitou, don't like to talk to other kinds of things. I thought you could leave after sitting, but who knew you would hit me!"

"Besides, your butt is not very upturned... I am not very satisfied with sitting on my face!"

White was so angry that he wanted to pull up his pants on the spot: "Then you bastards, what do you know, Master Bai, I'm the number one cocky man in the underworld!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..." He wanted to put out the fire, and let White go directly to the kiss.

White went on to yell: "You just want me, you want me, and you still illegally detain me!"

A few stone blocks began to reason with White.

Ning Zhi'an gave White a look, signaling him to quickly pay him back.

Not far away, a dark and gloomy figure dressed in black came slowly.Wherever he passed, the vegetation was cold, shivering and swaying to both sides.

Seeing Ji Zhaoran in front of the fire, Fan Wujiu's pupils suddenly constricted.I don't know whether it was excitement or fear, the hook lock in the wrist trembled violently, making a cold collision sound, and Fan Wujiu's narrow and long eyes were only Bai Ren at this moment.

When he got closer, he heard White standing behind Ji Zhaoran, shouting at Dunzi: "Remember, this is my good brother, and this money was also burned by my brother! If you offend me, be careful that my brother will do it for me!" Revenge, I will smash you all to pieces!"

Fan Wujiu: "..."

Fan Wujiu turned around and left.

After the paper money was burned, a few pawns took the money and ran away cursing. Ning Zhi'an had achieved the purpose of this trip, so he was going to go back with Ji Zhaoran.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the iron washbasin became cold very quickly, Ning Zhian dumped the paper ashes into the trash can, and with White's virtue, this kind of situation might happen many times in the future, so he left the washbasin behind.

When walking to the car, Ji Zhaoran suddenly turned his head to look at the deep night,

Ning Zhi'an hugged the iron washbasin with both hands, and asked puzzledly: "What's the matter?"

"fine,"

Ji Zhaoran opened the car door, because of the movement of raising his wrist, the string of beads between his wrist bones was slightly exposed.

The car door lights turned on immediately, light blue blood vessels were faintly visible under the cold white skin, and a grain of cinnabar in the middle was bright red and glaring.He picked up a bit of paper ash from the top of Ning Zhian's head, and rubbed it into powder: "Your head smells like smoke."

Hearing this, Ning Zhi'an forgot to continue asking, and shook her head vigorously.

White didn't dare to take Ji Zhaoran's car, so he went directly to the hotel entrance.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the ghost who watched Feng downstairs yelled: "The wind is tight, the police are here!"

White was already prepared, and quickly floated over, holding up a professional mirror and shouting: "Don't move! I'm carrying a law enforcement recorder. Anyone can take pictures. When I go back, I will ask for grimace recognition. If I run away, I will be punished." Wait!"

The ghosts downstairs stopped and were about to run away, and cursed in low voices: "Gou Wuchang, you see clearly, we didn't do anything bad, we didn't even scare a single person! We didn't come to destroy this place, we came to join the big life !"

"Nonsense, you are an illegal assembly." White straightened his hat, checked their hell passes one by one, and said loudly in front of the karma mirror: "Even if the political and legal system in our underworld is very tolerant, the people in the government are family members, let you go out The opportunity to visit relatives, you can't gather openly like this!"

"We may have been a little angry at the beginning, and even lost our minds, but now we have calmed down." The ghosts explained: "We just want to make Da Da happy now! Only when we live happily can we write more exciting plots! Maybe Da Da So rebellious, it is because love made him dizzy."

"Bah!" White yelled: "Hurry up and go back, because of your troubles, Fan Wujiu is going to come over!"

Thinking of the fear of being dominated by black impermanence, these ghosts fell silent.White was even more dissatisfied: "What do you mean? Afraid that he is not afraid of me?"

When Gumantong was found, White frowned, and his tongue hung out: "Why is there such a big resentment, where did this kid come from?"

The female ghost with glasses said a little protectively: "This is a young reader from Thailand. He traveled all the way across the ocean just to meet the big one. Although he is not good at studying, his brain is very stupid, he memorizes things very slowly, and his handwriting is ugly. Very, but honestly."

"Sawadhika~" White put his hands together in a friendly manner, and picked up Gumanthong's dried mango to eat: "Friend, what about your temporary residence permit, didn't you come here illegally?"

Gumantong's resentment grew stronger, and curse lines were all over his pale face.

At the hotel a few kilometers away, Jiang Yang, who was adding new snacks and fruits to the Gumantong statue, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

The comments on Weibo are under control for the time being. Although this time has aroused everyone's anger, but fortunately, this is not a matter of stepping on the red line. As long as the time is long enough, he will be able to clean up again sooner or later.

Thinking of Xie Wenzhou who was coming soon, Jiang Yang was a little irritable. He opened the bedside table and saw that it was full of small things, so he felt relieved.

He is used to getting what he wants, and he will not give up this kind of life easily.

Jiang Yang took a photo of the bedside table, and posted a Moments that only Xie Wenzhou could see: [Just now when I was packing, I saw the toys from my childhood again. 】

After he finished posting, he took another look at the portrait of Gumantong.

When Ning Zhi'an came out of the parking lot with the washbasin in his arms, the ghosts downstairs in the hotel had already been evacuated a lot.

He followed Ji Zhao and walked up to those ghosts as if nothing had happened. White was ignoring the pleading of the female ghost with glasses, hooking the little ghost who memorized texts all day: "You can't, you have to go back to the underworld for investigation, and you have to contact your Thailand representative." The embassy, ​​issue a certificate that you are a legal brat."

Ning Zhi'an couldn't help but take another look at that brat.

When passing by a female ghost, she suddenly shouted with all her strength: "I, a rich woman, my husband lost his fertility due to a car accident and no one will inherit the property. Now I am looking for a strong man to spend the night with. After pregnancy, I can give you a luxury car and a mansion to help you." Career development. Yin and Yang are connected by a thread, cherish this relationship. Little star, I will wait for you in the underworld!"

All the ghosts silently looked at her, and she said sharply, "Why, male ghosts can, but female ghosts can't?"

Ning Zhi'an staggered while hugging the washbasin, and bumped directly into Ji Zhaoran's shoulder, not to mention, he still had the tendency to fall down.

Ning Zhi'an's position holding the iron basin was too difficult to hold, Ji Zhaoran couldn't find the direction to make a move, so he could only wrap his arms around Ning Zhi'an's waist to prevent him from falling forward.

A deep voice sounded beside Ning Zhi'an's ear: "Be careful."

Ning Zhi'an took advantage of the situation and stood firm, but through the heavy clothes, Ning Zhi'an could feel a big hand firmly supporting her waist.

They are all public figures, so they must be careful outside, Ji Zhaoran's package seemed to be fleeting, and he quickly took it back.

Ning Zhi'an changed to carrying the iron basin with one hand, just now he was caught off guard, and his face bumped into Ji Zhaoran's shoulder firmly, and now his face is a little sore.

The cool night wind fell on Ning Zhi'an's face, his fair and handsome face was clearly and beautifully illuminated by the hotel's warm yellow door light.His skin immersed in the light was very fair, which made the tip of his nose extraordinarily red.

Ji Zhaoran's arm was hanging by his side, and he lightly clenched his fist. Ji Zhaoran turned his head and asked Ning Zhi'an: "Does it hurt?"

Ning Zhi'an's nose was so sore right now, even his head was swollen, he looked at Ji Zhaoran's broad back, and didn't think too much.

Ning Zhi'an held the iron washbasin in one hand, rubbed his nose with the other, looked at Ji Zhaoran's broad shoulders, nodded, and said honestly: "Well, you are quite hard."

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

All the ghosts present: "Wow."

The female ghost murmured in a daze: "I know why I can't..."