I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

The living room was in chaos.

A group of ghosts in suits beat five ghosts in groups, and the uniform costumes reflected the battle situation clearly at a glance.

The thin tall ghost who looked the most vicious had all his teeth knocked out by the hanged ghost, and his eyes were bloodshot and scarlet: "The Zun family will avenge me!"

Fan Wujiu squeezed out a piece of yellow paper from his wide sleeve pocket, wrote down Shen Luoze's birthday and name with a brush dipped in cinnabar, and threw one of Shen Luoze's hairs into the air.

The yellow paper burned out of thin air, and the lingering smoke slowly climbed upwards.

Ordinary Taoist practices mostly require chanting mantras to communicate with the gods, but Fan Wujiu was originally a commanding officer who was ordered to order his life, and he was ranked among the top ten yin commanders in the underworld.You don't need to say anything, you can punish evil and seal your soul wherever you go.

Somewhere in Beijing.

A thin man with a hooked nose closed his eyes and muttered something to the altar.

He noticed that Shen Luoze had already taken some action, as if he had invited some kind of expert to counter him.

Crazy flashed in his eyes, who is so bold, dare to interfere with his affairs! ?

The hooked nose flicked the whisk, and the spells in his mouth became faster and faster.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in Yinggou's nose and heart, and the stabbing pain went all the way up the nerves, making his Tianlinggai numb from the pain.

"Ah!" A shrill cry resounded through the sky.

……

Shen Luoze's house.

Feeling that the smoke was a bit unusual, Ning Zhi'an and Shen Luoze raised their heads to look at the ceiling.

The black-gray smoke seems to have its own consciousness, slowly moving in the air, and finally a line of words is enigmatic——

Ji Zhaoran, is a good 1

???

As if feeling dazzled, Ning Zhian rubbed his eyes in surprise.

Fan Wujiu coughed uncomfortably: "Actually, I'm a fan of Ji Zhaoran."

"My God, at most other people have overseas fans." Shen Luoze didn't expect that the legendary Hei Wuchang had this style of painting, and he was amazed: "Ji Zhaoran has fans from the underworld?!"

"Shen Tiedan." Fan Wujiu called Shen Luoze seriously.

It was the first time that Shen Luoze was called by an errand, and subconsciously became nervous. "Why!"

Fan Wujiu picked up the book "Love Can't Hold Three People" from the sofa, and stuffed it into Shen Luoze's hands with a cold air.

Fan Wujiu explained sternly: "Read it well and memorize it."

"..." Shen Luoze said expressionlessly, "Oh."

Ning Zhi'an couldn't help reminding: "May I ask, what is the current situation of the person behind the scenes who harmed others?"

Fan Wujiu asked back unhurriedly: "May I ask, how far have you and Ji Zhaoran developed?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

After Fan Wujiu finished speaking, the suit ghost who was beating him also slowed down, beat the ghost very perfunctorily, and pricked up his ears to hear gossip.

The short grimace was distorted: "Ji Zhaoran...isn't he the lover of an unemployed star?" After a brief moment of silence, the short ghost looked at Ning Zhi'an in shock: "You...you are an unemployed star!? "

Ning Zhi'an scolded the ghost with a straight face: "Be beaten well, don't ask so many questions."

Shen Luoze, the only uninformed person present, looked around in confusion, moved to Gumantong's side, and asked in a low voice: "The unemployed little star... what do you mean? Is it Ning Zhi'an?"

Gumantong was also a victim of an unemployed starlet, and he nodded with some fear when he remembered his miserable assassination experience.

Gumantong's voice is clear, but his tone is a bit old-fashioned: "Yes, he is an unemployed starlet, and these ghosts are all his fans. He is very popular in the underworld,"

After finishing speaking, he raised his bluish-white face and stared carefully at Shen Luoze for a while: "You will definitely not be angry with him after you die."

Shen Luoze said expressionlessly, "...Oh."

Fan Wujiu is quite good at handling errands. Although he is more concerned about Ji Zhaoran's personal relationship issues, he didn't delay in doing business.

Seeing that the ghosts had been beaten to the brim, Fan Wujiu took Ning Zhian and Shen Luoze to find the culprit behind the scenes after strung the five ghosts into a string with soul-hunting ropes.

Shen Luoze drove out of Yunhai International Community with Ning Zhi'an and a van of ghosts in his own nanny car.

At the moment when the traffic lights intersected, a black Bentley drove slowly towards Yunhai International Community.

The residents of Yunhai International are either rich or expensive. Even the cars parked at the entrance of the community are rarely below a million level. Ning Zhi'an's Xiao Xiali is particularly conspicuous inside.

When he arrived at the gate of the community, Gao Gao said in surprise: "Hey, isn't this Teacher Ning's car?"

On the back seat, Ji Zhaoran slowly raised his eyes with closed eyes.

Glancing at the familiar silver Xiali, Ji Zhaoran ordered lightly: "Stop behind him."

Ji Zhaoran doesn't live here, and he came here today to pick up the screenwriter Zou Mo, drink tea, and talk about the script that Ning Zhi'an is going to act in by the way.

Three minutes later, Zou Mo appeared at the gate of the community with a thick stack of documents.

After getting in the car, Zou Mo smiled very happily: "Oh, I'll trouble you to pick it up in person again."

Ji Zhaoran smiled: "Do you like it?"

Zou Mo pushed his glasses: "Very satisfied." Che is satisfied, and he is also satisfied with the protagonist Ji Zhaoran wants to promote.

Ji Zhaoran suddenly asked: "By the way, I heard that you recently promoted environmental protection on the Internet?"

Zou Mo: "You know this, it seems that you pay attention to me."

Ji Zhaoran nodded: "I not only pay attention to you, but also support you."

"What do you mean?"

Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on the little Xiali in front of him with unknown purpose, and he said flatly, "Why don't we talk in this car today, reducing travel, low-carbon, energy-saving and environmentally friendly."

Gao Gao: "..."

Zou Mo's glasses slipped halfway down, is this human? ? ?

Ji Zhaoran patted Zou Mo on the shoulder: "I thank you for nature."

……

In Shen Luoze's nanny car, Gu Mantong told Shen Luoze the ins and outs of how he knew Ning Zhi'an.

"Oh my god! It's so exciting..."

Shen Luoze was dumbfounded, he murmured: "No wonder Ji Zhaoran doesn't like me... So I lost in terms of variety."

Ning Zhi'an said calmly: "Strictly speaking, I am still a human being."

Shen Luoze exclaimed: "Does Ji Zhaoran know?

Ning Zhi'an looked out of the window melancholy, and said to him from left to right: "You were born in 92, logically I have to call you brother."

Both Black and White Impermanence and the hottest traffic stars in the underworld were present, Shen Luoze wasn't worried about his own affairs at all.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Ning Zhi'an: "Brother, you are guilty, Ji Zhaoran doesn't know."

Ning Zhi'an's brows calmed down, his fingers clenched the seat belt, and he looked straight ahead: "You are not allowed to ask, this is my personal privacy."

Shen Luoze sneered to scare people: "Be careful, he knows the truth and doesn't want you anymore."

Ning Zhi'an recalled the dream he had before to give Ji Zhaoran yellow carnations. In the dream, Ji Zhaoran knew that he was an honorary man of the underworld, and that the species would ignore him after he didn't deal with it well.

Ning Zhian frowned angrily, and accused him coldly: "Your idea is speciesism."

What Fan Wujiu is more worried about now is whether Ning Zhian will want Ji Zhaoran after he knows the truth.

Fan Wujiu interrupted their conversation lightly: "Shen Tiedan."

Shen Luoze: "..."

Shen Luoze: "Here."

Shen Luoze's parrot was secretly brought into the car by White, and right now he was scolding the five ghosts.

Fan Wujiu caressed the hook slowly: "Take care of your bird."

No matter how ambiguous these words sound, Shen Luoze wanted to refute, but Fan Wujiu always exuded an aura that made people feel chills all over his body.

Shen Luoze said not very confidently: "It's my parrot, not my bird."

Fan Wujiu tied a knot in the Hooking Soul Rope, and calmly said "Yes", "Does it look good?"

Fan Wujiu had no expression on his face, as if he was discussing with Shen Luoze in a good temper - how about I use this button to hook you after you die?

Shen Luoze shuddered, and closed his mouth resentfully.

……

A group of people arrived at a residential area in Beijing in mighty force.

In the corridor, Ning Zhi'an smelled a very uncomfortable smell.

He held his nose, watching a group of ghosts skillfully pass through the wall, and forgot him and Shen Luoze outside the door for a reason.

In the empty corridor, Ning Zhi'an and Shen Luoze looked at each other.

Shen Luoze pointed to himself: "Is it because I, the client, don't deserve to go in?"

Ning Zhi'an thought: "Maybe it's because important characters always appear last?"

Through a wall, Ning Zhi'an heard noisy voices in the room, the sound of fighting, and various strange shouts.

There are... a lot of people, or ghosts?

After about a stick of incense, the other side of the wall gradually became quiet, and then there was a murmur.

"No, is there someone missing in this room?"

"Hiss... I feel the same way, did we forget something?"

"No?... How about we report the number?"

White's confident voice came from the door: "Impossible, Master Bai, I do everything carefully and never miss a single thing."

Ning Zhi'an couldn't hold back, and knocked on the door.

"Who?! The ghost is handling the case. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do." White shouted through the door.

Ning Zhi'an: "Hi, I'm Yishu."

White: "..."

Two seconds later, the door of the room was opened awkwardly.

Ning Zhi'an was stunned as soon as he entered the door.

There are many paper figurines lying densely in a small place.

The paper figurine is made of white paper, with cinnabar spots of red, as if it has gone through a fierce battle. The paper body in red and green has been torn to pieces, but only one face has been preserved intact.

The expression on the face was crying and laughing, angry and happy, and there was a strange breath in addition to being lifelike.

And Shen Luoze finally met the person who harmed him behind the scenes.

Shen Luoze frowned and asked the hook-nosed man who was held down by all the ghosts: "Do I have any grudge against you?"

It is easy to be backlashed by doing evil methods. The more vicious the evil method is, the more ruthless it will be when it backfires on itself.

The evil method of the hooked nose was dismantled by the ghost messenger himself, and I was fortunate to experience the super double effect.Now I can't speak, my eyes are tearing apart, and I can only make intermittent "ho... ho" sounds from my throat.

The man with the hooked nose looked at Shen Luoze with hatred, his eyes were ruthless.

Shen Luoze originally thought this man was unfamiliar, but when he came into contact with this resentful gaze, a thought popped into his mind.

He said incredulously, "You...you are Guan Jing?"

Guan Jing trembled violently, dots of spots suddenly appeared on his pale face, and his lips also turned blue-purple.

"It's a plaque," White explained.

Ning Zhi'an was horrified: "Corpse spots... aren't only dead people have them?"

"Yes, strictly speaking, he is actually dead, and he used a spell for himself." White's tone was normal, but what Shen Luoze said made Shen Luoze's eyes widen: "He is proficient in paper-making techniques, and the paper figurines come alive .I don’t know where I got a glimpse of my Yangshou, and when my lifespan was about to end, I transferred my soul to the paper figurine.”

"There is a folk thing called a soul-sealing nail, which can be nailed into the Baihui acupoint of a dying person to forcibly seal the soul within the body."

White put two fingers together, and Guan Jing suddenly rolled in pain, and half of a black steel nail slowly protruded from the top of his head: "In order to avoid ghosts, he tied the soul-sealing needle inside the paper figurine, and gave it to himself. The soul reshaped the container."

Shen Luoze couldn't help but folded his arms and shivered. "He was my former assistant. He secretly sold a lot of information about me because he was cheating on others. After I found out, he was fired. But...but he..."

Shen Luoze wanted to ask why Guan Jing became like this, but he shivered uncontrollably.

Just when he felt that the blood all over his body was completely cold, his shoulders suddenly felt warm——

Ning Zhi'an didn't know how to comfort Shen Luoze, so she could only hold Shen Luoze's shoulder tightly, giving him care awkwardly and straightforwardly.

Shen Luoze glanced at Ning Zhi'an with red eyes.

White continued: "He has reached the end of his lifespan and doesn't have enough energy to run his body, so he wants to take your energy and destiny to support him."

Shen Luoze was temporarily at a loss for words, some words could only be asked by Ning Zhi'an: "But Shen Luoze is a star, if something happens, won't it cause a big commotion?"

Fan Wujiu explained: "Red energy nourishes people. The fate of a star is very comparable to others. Wealth and wealth are in danger. It is better to target a star than to harm a hundred ordinary people."

Although those ghosts in suits were ghosts, this was the first time they had heard of such a thing.

The hanged ghost looked at Ning Zhi'an worriedly after hearing the words: "Big Daddy, you should stop being a star, what if someone wants to kill you?"

Another ghost poked the hanged ghost, and reminded in a low voice: "Isn't that a legitimate underworld person? It's a happy event!"

The hanged ghost suddenly realized: "That's right!"

White shook his head: "Not every celebrity will be missed by this evil heretic. Tie Daner was targeted because this person used to be his personal assistant and knew his original birth date. And Tie Daner changed his birthday Bazi, even if there is an abnormality in his fate, it is difficult to detect something wrong."

It was rare for White to comfort Shen Luoze with kindness: "He has his eyes on you, partly because he hated you and fired him, and partly because you are a fat piece of meat, so people miss you so much."

Shen Luoze felt even worse after hearing this.

Fan Wujiu twitched the corners of his mouth, and it was rare for him to say a comforting word: "Death and life have a definite number, his lifespan is determined by the life and death book, and the cause of death has nothing to do with your dismissal of him."

Shen Luoze's complexion improved a bit.

It was late at night when the matter was resolved, and White took Guan Jing's ghost back to the underworld for questioning.

After bidding farewell to the ghosts, Ning Zhi'an and Shen Luoze went back to his mansion to pick up the car.

His Xiali was still parked at the gate of Shen Luoze's community.

On the way, Shen Luoze sneaked a glance at Ning Zhi'an from time to time, that gaze was so obvious that Ning Zhi'an could hardly pretend not to see it.

Holding back three corners, Shen Luoze asked Ning Zhi'an: "Do you still know how to write novels?"

If possible, Ning Zhi'an didn't want anyone to know about his honoring the people in the underworld and his writing.But compared to a life, being known by Shen Luoze about the vest is not that important.

Ning Zhi'an glanced at him sideways, and threatened him softly: "Don't tell others, or I'll call you Tiedan."

Shen Luoze asked puzzledly: "It's cool to be able to write novels, and I heard those ghosts say that you write very well. Why have you kept quiet about it? This person is so cool."

Ning Zhi'an tugged at the rope of the hoodie, closed his eyes and took a nap: "I'm afraid I'm too good, and you're ashamed of yourself."

The light from the street lamp shines through the car window and falls on Ning Zhi'an's delicate eyebrows.

When Ning Zhi'an said this, his brows were calm, but Shen Luoze observed his words and felt that for a moment, Ning Zhi'an's tone was tinged with sarcasm.

In the middle of the night, there were no cars on the road in Beijing. The nanny's car drove quickly on the ring road, and soon approached the destination.

Parking the nanny's car in front of Ning Zhian's Xiali, Shen Luoze got out of the car with Ning Zhian.

The assistant will come and drive this car tomorrow, and there is still the book "Love Can't Hold Three People" that Fan Wujiu asked Shen Luoze to read and recite by heart, so Shen Luoze took it down.

After getting off the car, Ning Zhian yawned sleepily, forcing the corners of her eyes to turn red.He lazily waved at Shen Luoze: "You go back quickly, I'm leaving now."

Ning Zhi'an was kind to Shen Luoze for saving his life. Although Ning Zhi'an didn't mention a word, Shen Luoze actually understood it very well.

In the entertainment industry, hiring a top Taoist priest might cost more than one million yuan, not to mention that Ning Zhi'an brought black and white impermanence to save his life.

Shen Luoze didn't even know how much the life-saving grace was worth.

Shen Luoze didn't know how to express his gratitude.Directly saying that the reward is a kind of blasphemy against Ning Zhian's simplicity, and looking at Ning Zhian's little Xiali, he raised the topic clumsily: "Do you like sports cars? I think Lamborghini is good..."

The poor little star gave him a strange look: "Don't say that in front of me, Xiali, he is too old to hear such words."

"I mean, don't you consider changing cars?" Shen Luoze said, pointing to the Bentley behind Ning Zhi'an's car: "Look, you drive a Xiali, and they drive a Bentley—"

He was pointing casually at first, but when his eyes touched the Bentley cab, he suddenly gasped!

Two words flashed in Shen Luoze's mind:

Finish!up!

Ning Zhi'an noticed his strangeness, and cast a casual glance at him——

Eyes met with Ji Zhaoran, who was half-smiling.

The window of the car was half open, Ji Zhaoran rested his elbows loosely outside the window, his brows were particularly handsome and deep under the streetlights, he held a cigarette between his finger bones, the end of the cigarette flickered when the wind blew.

Ji Zhaoran raised the corners of his lips, and slowly waved at the two of them.

Ning Zhi Andersen had an illusion of being caught on the spot, and while walking, his mind was spinning a thousand times, and he thought strangely: Why is Teacher Ji here? Is it because he is getting older and sleepless, so he happened to see his face when he went out for a drive? car?

There was only one thought in Shen Luoze's mind: it's over, he's going to be blocked.

Ji Zhaoran looked at Ning Zhi'an like his eyes, got out of the car with Ning Zhi'an in the middle of the night, and talked for a long time... God, can he still stay in the entertainment circle? ? ?

The two moved to Bentley with a lot of thoughts.

Walking to the front, Ning Zhi'an suppressed his voice and said softly, "Mr. Ji."

Shen Luoze gritted his teeth and decided to take the lead: "Mr. Ji, I especially admire you!"

At this moment, Shen Luoze's parrot flew out of the car window.

A parrot that can talk to ghosts has long been a parrot that can only learn tongues.

The parrot flapped its bald wings and yelled loudly: "So he is worried about being green on you, so he has to come in person!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Shen Luoze: "..."

Ji Zhaoran's eyes were meaningful: "Oh?"