I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

When Ning Zhi'an found Zhou Weiyu, he and Master Guan were squatting beside the curb with people coming and going.The two were tense and intertwined their fingers tightly, and Master Guan's expression was extremely gloomy.

"Is homosexuality contagious? Why haven't we seen each other for half a year? This director is so delicate."

White said to Ning Zhi'an vigilantly: "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, it seems that we should keep our contacts less."

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White took a step back: "In the future, I will contact you with the drifting bottle."

Ning Zhi'an said coldly: "Xie Bi'an, you are narrow-minded."

Hearing Ning Zhi'an's voice, Zhou Weiyu flew over, choked with sorrow and said: "Xiao Ning, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you so hard..."

Ning Zhi'an also choked up, he shook the hand held by Zhou Weiyu: "Director Zhou, you are about to strangle me to death."

No wonder Master Guan looked so ugly just now, it was not because of ghosts, but because he was tortured by Director Zhou!

Zhou Weiyu was terrified in his heart, and wanted to pull Ning Zhi'an to embolden him, but he was a little reluctant to let go, lying next to Ning Zhi'an's ear and asking mysteriously: "Xiao Ning, that Master Bai didn't come with you?" ?"

As soon as the words fell, Fan Wujiu immediately appeared in front of Zhou Weiyu. He waved the Mingmu Jue in front of Zhou Weiyu's eyes, and at the same time shouted in a cold voice: "Let him go!"

White was dazed——

Ning Zhi'an was being dragged pitifully by Zhou Weiyu at the moment, with a hesitant expression on his face, while Fan Wujiu descended from the sky, and justly shouted Zhou Weiyu back.

"Heroes save the beauty?" White suddenly gasped, covered his mouth and exaggerated: "Fan Wujiu, could it be that you have already been infected?"

Fan Wujiu said coldly: "Xie Bi'an, shut up."

Only then did White flick the hook on his wrist, and floated to Zhou Weiyu with a smile: "Long time no see, great director."

Zhou Weiyu had seen White once when he was taken away by the old ghost of the Qing Dynasty, but at that time White was possessed by a charlatan, and he had not seen White's true face.

The liar lied that he could invite Hei Wuchang and Fan Wujiu, but White exposed it on the spot.

At this time, Zhou Weiyu suddenly saw the real body of the ghost, and he was super doubled. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "You actually invited two Wuchang adults here! Good boy, I'll see you when I'm young!"

"You are serious." Ning Zhi'an was helpless, how could Zhou Weiyu always encounter such things: "What's going on with you, did you pick up that ghost?"

Seeing that Director Zhou finally stopped pinching people, Master Guan walked over rubbing his red hands. He bowed respectfully to Black and White Impermanence, and then said to Ning Zhi'an: "Oh, it's a long story, please follow me." Go to Dao Zhou's house. "

Ning Zhi'an has no objection to this, even though he still instinctively fears most ghosts, he still cannot ignore Zhou Weiyu's matter.

On the way, White tied the seductive rope to Fan Wujiu's body, and skating like no one was there. Fan Wujiu asked thoughtfully, "So you didn't take the initiative to pick up the money, but you were controlled and had to pick it up?"

"Yes." Recalling the experience that day, Zhou Weiyu's face was pale, and a layer of cold sweat stuck to his back: "That voice kept saying in my ear, you pick it up quickly, you have to pick it up, and I will follow you when I pick it up." How about going home?"

"I really understand what it means to be obsessed with ghosts. The money seems to be shining like gold, and suddenly it becomes what I desire most." Zhou Weiyu trembled: "If I don't pick it up, I won't think about it. I felt so lifeless, I even wanted to hurt myself, or just go crazy on the spot."

"After I got home, those money became ghost coins. I was so scared at the time that I wanted to throw it away immediately. But whether it was thrown into the trash can outside, flushed into the sewer, or buried in the soil, these paper money will Come back to my house."

After Zhou Weiyu finished speaking, Fan Wujiu was silent for a moment, and said, "Understood, you continue to talk."

"In just a few days, there were strange voices in our house, sometimes laughing, sometimes cursing. There are also many things inexplicably added to the house, which I have never seen before."

The group walked and said that when they arrived at Zhou Weiyu's house, he was already drenched in cold sweat.

Ning Zhi'an couldn't help but walked to his side, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay Director Zhou, Fan Wujiu is still very powerful."

White stomped his feet in dissatisfaction: "Hmph!"

Fan Wujiu glanced at him sideways, and then lightly ordered Master Guan: "Open the door."

Master Guan clenched the talisman paper in his hand, and opened the door with trembling hands——

The door opened, and the thick cloudy air was like a cloud of gray clouds, sweeping towards several people. White restrained his joking expression, and became serious in a rare way.

Ning Zhi'an felt a strong discomfort, and the unbearable coldness was entangled between the bones, as if it was wandering in the body.

When the Yin Qi dissipated and saw Zhou Weiyu's house clearly, Ning Zhi'an's back was covered with white sweat.

Looking inward from the door, you can see that the dark red curtains are hung layer by layer, with gold tassels swaying gently, and there are two small rusty bronze statues on the pear wood Eight Immortals table.

When Ning Zhi'an's eyes met the little bronze figurine, the bronze figurine suddenly raised the corner of its mouth, with a slightly weird smile on it.

Master Guan licked his lips, and said softly, "This... this is a ghost vessel! It's for burial!"

With a movement of White's wrist, the Elusive Rope slipped back into his wrist as if in response, and in the next second, a gloomy and cold iron rod appeared in his hand instead of the Elusive Rope.There are mysterious patterns coiled on the iron rod, which makes people feel fearful.

Seeing Ning Zhian's eyes sweeping towards him, White smiled again and said, "Master, this is a mourning stick. After you die and go to the underworld, I will apply for one for you too."

In the deepest part of the curtain, there is a woman who is applying makeup to the mirror, shadowy in a cloud of fog.

Hearing the movement, the female ghost said, "It's a guest when you come, why don't you come forward and talk? But you think I'm not entertaining enough?"

This female ghost has already regarded this place as her own home!

Zhou Weiyu followed Ning Zhi'an weakly, almost crying out of fright.

Why is it always him who is unlucky? First, he was tied to the deep mountains and old forests by the old ghost of the Qing Dynasty, and now this female ghost takes over the magpie's nest and takes over the house!

Zhou Weiyu cried and said with a sad face: "I really can't be your son-in-law. Humans and ghosts have different paths!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around fell silent for a moment, shocked by his outrageous idea.

The female ghost choked: "Who cares about you?"

Zhou Weiyu moved behind Fan Wujiu again, and bravely confronted the female ghost: "Then why did you make my house like this?"

"Phew! Don't all our women's boudoirs look like this?" The female ghost said disgustedly: "I'm just trying to treat your place as a temporary cave, don't be so confident."

She smiled faintly, and a fierce aura came over her suddenly: "You still dare to talk against me, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Zhou Weiyu immediately shouted: "I'm so scared!"

Fan Wujiu swept his sleeves across, and collected all the evil spirits in the sleeves.

He looked at the female ghost on the opposite side, and the female ghost on the other side also looked at him with a smile, but the dark energy became more and more intense.

After a long time, Fan Wujiu sighed, "Long time no see, Luo Sha."

White was shocked: "She is that crazy woman? Isn't she locked in the fifth hall?"

Luo Sha stood up slowly, and smiled proudly at them: "Unexpectedly, aunt? I escaped from prison. When I accomplish something great, I will hang you up and beat you!"

Rakshasa, evil spirit.

Ning Zhi'an had heard the name of Rakshasa before, but she had never seen anyone talking about jailbreak so arrogantly, so she couldn't help but give her an extra look.

Feeling his gaze, the Raksha girl covered her mouth and giggled, and the red curtain fluttered in all directions: "Brother, I'm running away... I heard about you when I was walking in the underworld, you are a scholar who writes story books .If I am captured and returned to the Fifth Palace, ask you to accompany me and write a script for me, okay?"

Ning Zhi'an had heard that one should not easily make promises to ghosts.When encountering someone who is persistent, he will pester the person to complete the promise without hesitation, and will never stop dying.

The Buddha said that people have the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, but in reality, ghosts are often more stubborn in a certain belief.

Just like the hanged ghost has always yearned for the integrity of the protagonist in his novel; the dead ghost died of a drunk driver, so he is particularly obsessed with inspecting drunk driving.

"Not too good?" Ning Zhi'an subconsciously refused, and after seeing the suddenly cold eyes of the Rakshasa girl, she asked in a low voice, "What do you want to write?"

Rakshasa smiled slightly: "I want to write a story about me and my king."

Isn't that fanfiction?Ning Zhi'an said clearly, "Love?"

"Shh! Superficial!" the Rakshasa girl said angrily, "You scholars, you know how to love and love, so you have no structure!"

"I want to write that I fought in all directions for him. I was on the verge of life and death countless times, and finally disappeared in ashes! My king was so moved that he covered his face and wept. He said that he was actually the most capable, loyal, and extraordinary general under his command! "

Ning Zhi'an: "..." What are you planning?

Before Ning Zhian could speak, Fan Wujiu wrapped his seductive rope around Ning Zhian's wrist, and he gently instructed: "This girl is very crazy, stay away. If there is danger, this seductive rope Will protect you."

White: "..."

White collapsed: "Damn infectious disease!"

Rakshasa broke down and said: "Damn Fan Wujiu! You traitor, how can you behave like this to others!?"

Ning Zhi'an was also a little dazed, mainly because the hook was too heavy, but he also knew that he was holding back here, so he didn't have the nerve to refuse.

Ning Zhi'an discussed with Fan Wujiu: "Can I hold this with Director Zhou and Master Guan?"

Fan Wujiu nodded tolerantly: "Yes."

Ning Zhi'an and Zhou Weiyu carefully held the Soul-hunting rope, and the Soul-hunting rope rubbed against Ning Zhi'an affectionately, and even made a heart shape for themselves.

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an wanted to throw this thing out.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you, traitor!" Rakshasa became even more insane: "My king has not heard from me yet, but you, as his confidant, are talking to an ordinary person in such a low voice!"

After she finished speaking, the pear blossom wooden table shattered into sawdust, and the big red curtain fluttered.The surrounding air suddenly dropped, and in such a hot summer, the room was actually covered with icicles, Ning Zhi'an even felt as if he was about to suffocate due to the strong cold air.

Fan Wujiu said expressionlessly, "I don't need to explain to you what I do."

Rakshasa's expression became more and more cold: "Then I will sacrifice your blood to my king today first."

Ning Zhi'an asked White in a low voice: "Do you still live in the old society in the underworld? Why do you have one king per mouth? It's a good middle school..."

White explained loudly: "She is talking about Ji Shaoran, the former ghost king of our underworld. Because she was too crazy, Ji Shaoran personally sealed her in the fifth hall. She has been locked up for more than 200 years, which is equivalent to an unearthed cultural relic. She has not yet adapted to the new society. "

"Rakshasa, also known as the protector, is the most loyal even though he is not smart enough. Even if he is sealed by Ji Shaoran himself, he still protects the Lord with all his heart."

Ning Zhi'an frowned, and muttered unhappily: "Why is it so similar to Teacher Ji's name?"

"Who?" Rakshasa heard the word "Ji" keenly, and angrily said, "Who dares to have the same surname as my king!?"

Ning Zhi'an knew that this girl was really crazy.

Fan Wujiu glanced at Ning Zhi'an as if there was nothing there, and then asked Rakshasa: "Will you still beat me? What did you steal?"

Fan Wujiu asked slowly: "Is someone helping you secretly?"

Rakshasa sneered proudly: "Dream, I might tell you?"

"It seems that you just got lucky and escaped by chance." Fan Wujiu said casually, "I don't think you have the ability."

Rakshasa became anxious, and took out a piece of broken jade from her sleeve. Although the jade was already broken, it was shining brightly.

She said loudly: "Who says I don't have it, after I have established a firm foothold here and deployed my soldiers and horses, I will go look for him immediately, and when the time comes, you will all die!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Fan Wujiu: "..."

The Raksha girl beamed with joy: "Haha! Are you stupid?"

White: "..."

White: "Ji Shaoran is still too kind. If I were him, I would have to send this woman to reincarnation with my own hands."

The Rakshasa girl was startled, she glared at White viciously and asked, "Why are you so vicious, you little boy?"

White shouted: "Big Daddy, she called me little boy!"

He caressed his face shyly, and asked Ning Zhi'an unconfidently: "Really? Am I really a jerk?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

This damn contagion!