I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

The seats of this Xiali are not even leather.

The dead ghost looked at Shen Luoze curiously, his dark and empty eyes met Shen Luoze's.

Shen Luoze felt as if something was watching him quietly. He resisted the discomfort and turned his face to the side to look out the window.

So the dead ghost followed Shen Luoze's direction and stretched his neck.

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

"Wow!" The dead ghost studied Shen Luoze for a while, and said in surprise, "What's the matter with this person, has he been oppressed by magic?"

Ning Zhi'an's clear almond eyes stared straight at the wide road ahead, and the corners of his lips that were always smiling were gently pressed down.

Since he became an honorary underworld man by mistake, he has encountered many strange things one after another.There are indeed evil spirits in this world, but evil spirits do harm to people far less than bad people.

After sending Shen Luoze's assistant Xiao Yu away, Ning Zhi'an glanced at him, and said in a mysterious tone: "My car not only has seat massage, but also fully automatic voice control."

Shen Luoze: "Huh?"

Ning Zhi'an was serious: "Small bumps, set the air conditioner to 26 degrees."

The dead ghost didn't know Ning Zhi'an's purpose, but he still obeyed.

Shen Luoze watched helplessly as the button of the air conditioner on the center console lit up, and then the knob for setting the temperature turned happily by itself.

The temperature setting column on the narrow display screen kept jumping from 20 degrees to 28 degrees, and then the knob stopped, and turned back 2 degrees awkwardly, and it stopped at 26 degrees, neither high nor low.

Shen Luoze's eyes widened, his eyes wandered between Ning Zhi'an and the control knob, and he insisted not to believe in evil, and said: "It turns out that Xiali is so high-tech, and the country... the light of domestic production."

"..." Ning Zhi'an continued: "Small bumps, small bumps, adjust the co-pilot's seat back."

Shen Luoze: "The AI ​​in your car is called Xiao Chong? Isn't that auspicious?"

As soon as he finished his words, before he could react much, he "jumped", and his whole body was already folded to lie on his back following the pressure of the back of the chair.

Xiao Zhuang yelled with his hips on his hips: "Who are you calling unlucky!?"

Shen Luoze's neck felt cold for a while, and he lay dumbstruck on the back of the chair, unable to recover for a long time.

There was a gust of gloomy wind in the car, and Shen Luoze stuck to the door like a quail for the rest of the journey, giving Ning Zhi'an a strange look from time to time, and studied the structure of Xiali's car for a while.

After sending Shen Luoze to the gate of the community, Ning Zhian looked sideways calmly: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Shen Luoze rubbed his head, his expression was very much like Ning Zhi'an who doubted his life back then.

Ning Zhi'an smiled tolerantly, and imitated White's movement of swinging the hook, turning his wrist: "Go back, I will come to you tomorrow night."

Shen Luoze shuddered when he heard the words.

He didn't care to think about anything else, he twitched the corners of his mouth, looked Ning Zhi'an up and down, hesitant to speak several times.

"You... Your arrangement on this journey is to come to me tomorrow night?"

Ning Zhi'an tilted his head and thought for a while, then pondered: "You can come to me, but it's more convenient for me to find you."

"...Does it have to be at night?" Shen Luoze asked.

"It's better," Ning Zhi'an said seriously, "It's more convenient at night."

After holding back for three seconds, Shen Luoze blushed and said, "Ning Zhi'an, force 0 to be 1, and the sky will be struck by lightning."

Now it was Ning Zhi'an's turn to be shocked, he turned his head dully: "...Huh?"

Shen Luoze said coyly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to be 1."

"Oh my god! The entertainment industry is so exciting!"

The dead ghost covered his eyes in embarrassment, picked up his mobile phone and excitedly said in the underworld reader group: "Da Da has paid too much to improve his driving skills!"

Watching Shen Luoze get out of the car blankly, Ning Zhi'an stepped on the accelerator and drove home.

Crashing Ghost was still on the mic in the group, talking vividly about what happened just now: "That male star is a philanderer, so he just pointed it out. If he is forced to be a mistress, none of the three of them will be happy."

Ning Zhi'an faintly collapsed, and asked the hitman implicitly: "Don't you still want to check for drunk driving?"

"Isn't it where to check?" The dead ghost said reservedly: "I think the road in front of your house is good."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

After the bloody drama in the dead ghost's mind, he finally became serious: "Da, what's the matter with that male star? Also, why did you ask me to scare him in the first place?"

"I don't know either." Ning Zhi'an shook his head: "When you were very close to him just now, did you hear the sound of a ghost?"

"No." The dead ghost said: "I just feel that there is a smell on him that I don't like, like..." The dead ghost thought of an adjective: "It's like the smell of talisman water."

Ning Zhi'an said sadly: "I heard the voices of several ghosts."

According to White, although Shen Luoze is just a little unlucky now, his mental state doesn't seem to have a big impact.But if it goes on like this for a long time, it will definitely become sluggish.

Essence, energy, and spirit refers to the spirit and spirit of a person. When the energy and spirit are poor to a certain extent, Shen Luoze will see those ghosts who come with no kindness.

Knowing what happened to Shen Luoze, Ning Zhi'an couldn't be indifferent, but if he wanted to solve this matter, he must cooperate with Shen Luoze.

This is also the reason why Ning Zhi'an deliberately made Shen Luoze feel that there was a dead ghost in the car just now.

Shen Luoze... is about to open the ghost door of a new world.

Back home, the pennant honoring the people of the underworld eagerly flew towards Ning Zhi'an's face.

Ning Zhi'an tore down the banner with mixed feelings.

He used to feel dizzy when he saw this pennant, but now that he hasn't seen it for a few days, he still misses it a little.

In the afternoon, White came with Gumantong.

As soon as he entered the door, White winked at Ning Zhi'an: "Daddy, I heard that you are promising, and forced 0 to do 1 and then do three? You are so unrestrained, does my brother know?"

Enthusiastic netherworld netizens have reposted the words about the dead ghost in the group to the [Meng Po Tang Literature Network] forum. This matter has long been a hot topic on the forum, just like Ning Zhian can't drive.

Ning Zhi'an was chatting with cp fans. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at White: "Have you completed your performance in catching ghosts? Such false posts are widely circulated in your underworld. As a ghost messenger, you don't care about it." ?”

White said with a smile: "Now the activity of that forum is all supported by your gossip. I can't do things that affect the KPI of other people's websites!"

"Daddy, does my brother know that you're messing around outside?" Whyla stretched his neck, and stretched out a big white face in front of Ning Zhi'an: "If he sees your posts on the forum, will he domestically abuse you? ah?"

White covered Gumantong's ears: "The domestic violence I'm talking about~"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an clumsily said: "Don't talk nonsense, Teacher Ji is not the kind of person you said."

Hearing this, Gumantong pushed away White's vain hand and exaggeratedly covered his stomach and laughed: "Ha! Ha!"

After two seconds, Ning Zhi'an licked his lips, and asked White with some embarrassment: "Is your website strictly managed, has the problem of thread crossing been solved? Teacher Ji... Is it possible to see it?"

"Yes." White said cleverly: "He has also become a ghost, so he can see it!"

Ning Zhi'an: "Don't curse Teacher Ji!"

White stuck out his tongue: "Maybe if you have a factual relationship, he is also considered a family member of the underworld, so you can see it?"

"Factual relationship?"

White pouted his red lips: "It's that one."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

"Okay." Ning Zhi'an's ears blushed suspiciously, and he pretended to be serious: "Speak business."

When it comes to business matters, White loses energy, and he slumps to the sofa: "Aren't you going to that star's house? Just take me there."

Ning Zhi'an emphasized: "I heard the voices of several ghosts around him, and I always feel...something about him is unusual."

"I'm afraid something might happen."

White said regretfully, "Then I'll call Shang Fan Wujiu?"

Ning Zhi'an was a little hesitant, feeling that he had taken up the public resources of the two underworlds: "That Hei Wuchang is a ruthless character at first glance, will he be a bit overqualified?"

……

On the bank of the Wangchuan River, which never sees the sun, there is an endless sea of ​​manju, sand, and red flowers. The sea of ​​flowers is swaying and rippling as the wind blows.

Fan Wujiu stood on the Naihe Bridge, his eyes were a bit melancholy.

The hanged ghost passed by Fan Wujiu, and handed him a cigarette familiarly: "Brother Hei, are you here for Huazi?"

Fan Wujiu took the cigarette unceremoniously, and let the hanged ghost light it for him.

Zhonghua smoke is a rare thing in the underworld, and after a while, a group of ghosts who came to smoke second-hand smoke gathered around the two ghosts.

A ghost dared to ask: "Brother Hei, when will Lord Ghost King come back? Recently, the anti-riot drill was too ruthless. I ran slowly several times, and my bones were crooked when I was stepped on."

Fan Wujiu said without expression: "When Sir wants to come back, he will come back naturally."

The few early dead ghosts looked at each other, remembering the fear of being dominated by the ghost king, they shuddered at the same time.

While smoking a cigarette, the mysterious mirror in Fan Wujiu's chest suddenly lit up.

He took it out casually, and two faces appeared in the mysterious mirror, one ugly and the other beautiful.

The beautiful one stared at the world in the mysterious mirror with a pair of almond eyes, and the ugly one said loudly: "Fan Wujiu, the best friend of the unemployed starlet, the popular little fresh meat, has encountered a situation and needs a mediocre Guichaihei." Impermanence comes for reinforcements!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Fan Wujiu: "..."

The hanged ghost tilted his neck excitedly, and the cigarette butt burned his mouth: "Great!"

In the evening of the next day, Ning Zhi'an was stunned as soon as she walked downstairs——

Next to the banner "Sweeping Violence, Eliminating Evil and Purifying Society" in the community, more than a dozen ghosts with completely different formations stood in two rows.

Black and White Wuchang was still wearing his uniform, and next to the two of them, there was a little Gumanthong.

Opposite them, the group of folk masters headed by Hanged Ghosts were all wearing black suits, with their hands in their pockets and cigarettes dangling from the corners of their mouths.

Each of these ghosts has its own way of death, and its form is also different.

Some were half-hanging by the neck, and some had a knife stuck in their chest.

For a moment, Ning Zhi'an seemed to feel the unevenness of the underworld.

The hanged ghost said happily: "Master, we are here to help you fight!"

"Thank you." Ning Zhi'an said, "It can be seen that you are very hardworking."

The hanged ghost's eyes lit up: "Then you..."

Ning Zhi'an's eyes darkened: "I know, Jia Geng."

……

Ning Zhi'an brought the representatives of the underworld ghost police headed by White, and the underworld underworld representatives represented by the hanged ghost, and they arrived at the gate of the community where Shen Luoze was located.

This is one of the best mansions in Beijing, where many big-name celebrities and wealthy businessmen live.

As soon as he entered the community, White began to point and point: "Daddy, look at your friend, then look at you!"

Ning Zhi'an was so angry: "Do you know how much this house costs!?"

White: "You fight for your breath!"

The poor little star didn't know that there was an antique brooch that could be regarded as a work of art and a genuine limited edition Patek Philippe hidden in his home. He looked around melancholy: "I can't even afford it if I sell it!"

White sincerely suggested: "Or you should die. After you die, you will definitely get rich by writing books in the underworld."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

……

Hearing the doorbell, Shen Luoze opened the door slowly.

He couldn't figure out what Ning Zhi'an meant, holding a copy of "Atheism Manifesto" in one hand, and a copy of "Love Can't Hold Three People" in the other, he asked Ning Zhi'an anxiously: "What on earth...why did you come here?" Already?"

Ning Zhi'an stood in the corridor, followed by a menacing ghost.

Ning Zhi'an gave Shen Luoze a ferocious smile: "I'll come and surprise you."