"Let me ask you another question. Does my sister's disappearance have anything to do with you?"
Only after the old man had almost stopped crying did Xin ask his questions.
Old man: "I really haven't seen her. She hasn't appeared since I chased her away that day. You have to believe me!"
He pulled his scattered hair and looked towards the basement in annoyance: "I have encountered all kinds of things in my life. I don't understand. My daughter is just an ordinary person. Why did he possess my daughter?"
Xin: "Maybe because I like your daughter's name."
The old man: "Luo Mei? My daughter's name wasn't Luo Mei before. This is the stage name she gave herself after she became famous. My last name is Zhang, so of course my daughter's last name is Zhang too. She used her real name to debut before, but she wasn't popular when she first debuted. Those people who wanted her to debut only sent her to participate in offline interactions, and she never released any records. So there was no such person for a long time. When she changed her name to 'Luo Mei', she had already changed."
"You just said... that my daughter lives inside him," the old man stood on tiptoe and looked into the basement, "Then... can she return to her original body?"
"The body is just a container for the soul. But once the body is seriously damaged, the soul will immediately leave the body. So theoretically, if the soul comes out of that body and that body is not damaged, your daughter's soul can go back."
“It’s easy to say, but it’s still difficult to do.”
"You need to meet three conditions."
"Your daughter's soul is able to leave this body."
"That soul can leave that body."
"Your daughter's soul must enter the body at the moment that soul leaves, otherwise the body will lose its vitality and become a discarded container."
"The risk here is huge. Once your daughter's soul leaves this body and fails to enter her original body, she will die completely and enter the underworld."
"The success rate is low and the mortality rate is high. If the status quo is maintained, I can guarantee that your daughter will live another fifty years."
The old man stared at the basement for a long time, his eyes flickering. "I'm almost sixty years old. I can only live for another twenty years. Besides, my health is very poor now. I don't have the energy to take care of a child like this. I can still help now, but if I die, who will take care of this child? How will he live?"
"It's better for her to die than to live like this. I don't think she wants to stay in such a body. I hope she can return to her own body. Aren't you the King of Hell? You are in charge of matters concerning the soul. When something as serious as this happens, shouldn't you take action?!"
"…", Little King of Hell, "What if I say that although his body is stupid, stupid people have good fortune, and he will be adopted by a welfare institution for special people after you die. The staff there take good care of him, and he has lived safely for fifty years? Do you still need to change it?"
The old man's eyes avoided the basement door. Goudan had opened the door at some point and was lying quietly at the stairs, staring at the old man with a pair of half-stupid and half-confused eyes.
The old man swallowed nervously.
He looked at Goudan and felt very confused.
My well-behaved and sensible daughter lives in this body.
He forced himself to treat her as his own daughter, but when she saw his obviously sick face and stupid expression, disgust instantly emerged from the bottom of his heart, quickly shattering the little bit of beauty that had just grown.
Will my daughter always be this stupid
It would be better to just die.
The old man turned his head away quickly in disgust, suppressed the disgust on his face and said seriously: "I still want to love you more and let her be a normal person. She must be willing. I... I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing it for my daughter."
Little King of Hell: “…”
"Why are you so annoying? You won't cry until you see the coffin?" Little King of Hell's eyebrows shot up to the sky. "Then let me tell you again, there are prerequisites for the soul to leave the body. Unless the person is willing, it cannot leave his body."
"Your daughter entered Goudan's body voluntarily."
Old man: "How could it be? Impossible, impossible. How could a normal person want to become a fool? You are lying to me, yes, you are lying to me."
Goudan sat at the door of the basement, listening quietly.
Little King of Hell: "The answer may only be known in fifty years. You humans have a saying, 'Fools have good fortunes.' Maybe the things she experienced when she was awake were too painful, her mother's early death, her father's rejection, men's insults, her children's illnesses, her career's decline... If she had experienced this, she would have probably eaten seventy of them, but she was only in her early twenties."
"After so many setbacks, it's good enough that she can stay strong and not go crazy. When she desperately wants to escape from this troubled world, if there is someone beside her who tempts and deceives her, she will easily choose to leave."
"For your daughter, that might be a relief for her."
"The world does not revolve around you, and the world is not what you want it to be. It's not that you are so smart. The little king of hell stopped looking at the old man and looked at Xin quietly: "Xinxin, let's go."
Xin nodded silently.
Before leaving, he did not forget to glance at Goudan at the door of the basement.
After walking some distance away from the old man's house, the little King of Hell cursed in a low voice and let out a long breath of foul air.
Xin then looked at the little King of Hell carefully. Although he had seen him once before, he was wearing a black suit, dressed like a modern man.
Now when he saw him again, he was wearing ancient costume. He was not unfamiliar with this kind of clothes, as King Yama Dejia had also worn this style of clothes before.
"You look handsome in this outfit." Xin praised. "Today I realized that you have really grown up, Tuanzi."
The depressed little King of Hell suddenly became shy, "Xinxin, I have other names. But Tuanzi is only what you call me."
Xin: "That's right. You can't call the King of Hell 'Tuanzi' or 'Tuanzi'. What's your full name?"
The little King of Hell hesitated for two seconds before speaking: "I gave myself a name, 'Night', because you found me in the dark night."
"Take my last name?" Xin Wan'er said, "That's good. It doesn't bring shame to our family."
"Of course," Xin's "we" pleased the little King of Hell, who immediately held his head high and his gloomy face was swept away, "It won't embarrass our family."
"What do you want to talk to me about, Xinxin?"
Xin: "I want to ask you for a favor. I wonder if it's convenient for you."
Little King of Hell: "You speak, I listen."
Xin: “That’s…”
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It was eight o'clock in the evening, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.
Thick dark clouds obscured the dark night sky.
The Jinhai Luxury Apartment was exceptionally quiet and dark tonight, with dim lights the size of green beans flickering sporadically on the windows of the apartment.
Several people sneaked into Jinhai Luxury Apartment under the moonlight. Several people turned on the flashlights on their phones. In the middle of these people, a man with a big gold chain around his neck was walking. The man lowered his head and looked at his phone. As he walked, he muttered impatiently: "Meet in the small woods in the small park inside Jinhai Luxury Apartment... After entering the door, walk west and you will see..."
After he finished reading, he looked up ahead and asked the younger brother beside him: "Is this heading west?"
The younger brother around him didn't dare to neglect it at all: "Yes, boss, this is Xi."
The man with the gold chain frowned as he looked at the endless red brick path and asked in confusion, "We've been walking for almost ten minutes, why haven't we reached the park yet? Is this community really that big?"
The flat-headed man next to him said, "It may be a hidden architectural style. In order to conceal the residents, some high-end residential areas will design the entrance to look narrow, but the space inside is actually very large."
"Really? There is such an architectural style?" Jin Lianzi was still a little suspicious, but the suspicion soon disappeared because he could vaguely see the small park in the dim light. "We are finally almost there. I have brought the OS machine, contract, and payment code, right?"
The flat-headed man quickly said, "I checked twice when I came here, and I brought all the bosses with me."
The man with the gold chain quickened his pace: "Okay, it's only a little after eight o'clock now. If we finish work early today, I'll treat you guys to go eat skewers."
Several people around quickly responded: "Thank you, brother!"
As they approached, they gradually saw a vague figure in the woods of the small park.
When they got closer, they realized that the man had his back to them.
Next to the man was a bulging black handbag.
The moment they saw the handbag clearly, they immediately quickened their pace in excitement. The man with a gold watch said excitedly, "Boss, look, money!"
In comparison, the gold chain has seen many ups and downs and is not very excited.
The men walked up to the man and stopped. The man with the gold chain shouted at his back, "Hey, we're here. Hurry up and hand over the money. Two hundred thousand. Not a cent more or less."
The man with his back to them did not intend to turn around. He just stretched out his hand stiffly and pointed at the black handbag on the ground beside him. A hoarse and unpleasant voice rang out in the darkness: "It's all here. Count it yourself. There are no more and no less."
The man with the gold chain winked at the man with the flat head, and the man quickly walked over and took the black handbag.
But the strange thing is that the handbag looks heavy, but in fact it is not too heavy.
Could it be that I have become stronger recently
Without much doubt, the man with the flat head quickly handed the handbag to the man with the gold chain.
The person in front of him still showed no intention of turning back.
The men with gold chains looked at each other, then bent over and squatted together around their handbags.
The flat-headed man opened the zipper, and just when they were delighted that the 30,000 yuan had appreciated to 200,000 yuan in one year and they had it all in their hands, they were stunned by the things in the handbag.
There were lots of banknotes inside, but they were not banknotes they could use, but ghost money!
Under the dark night sky, the flashlight shone on the face of the deity wearing a golden crown in the backpack, and the person on the paper money smiled sideways, as if laughing at them.
Jin Lianzi was stunned for two seconds, then quickly flipped through her handbag. In the handbag, there was not a single banknote from the living world, only ghost money.
"Fuck you," Jin Lianzi threw his handbag to the ground angrily, "Give me ghost money? You're playing tricks on me, I think you don't want to live anymore. I'm going to kill you today, so you know who you can mess with and who you can't mess with!"
He didn't need to take any action himself, as the Flathead brothers had already rushed over, grabbed the man's shoulders, turned him around and wanted to punch him in the face.
With a "gurgle" sound, it seemed as if something heavy fell from the man's body.
The thing fell on the grass with a dull thud.
The person holding the phone subconsciously controlled the phone to see what it was.
The moment the flashlight shone on the thing, everyone's pupils suddenly contracted, and they screamed and turned to run away.
It was a head.
The hair had been torn off where it was connected to the scalp, and the top of the head was covered in blood and uneven flesh, silently telling them how brutally the scalp had fallen off the head.
All the facial features of the head were twisted in one direction, as if something was swinging around, causing his facial features to shift strangely.
His eyes were wide open, and his bloodshot eyeballs were swollen and protruding, as if they would be squeezed out of the eye sockets and fall to the ground at any second.
The most terrifying part is the neck area below the head.
The broken neck had pieces of flesh hanging underneath, and the bones inside had long been separated from the skin, exposing the deep white bones in a hideous manner.
Its bones and flesh were not even, and the wound looked like it had been gnawed by a wild beast, or torn off forcibly.
Now those swollen eyeballs were staring at them, motionless.
The flat-headed man who was pressing on the shoulder was the person closest to the head, and he was also the first one to see the head.
The moment he saw the head clearly, he immediately screamed and wanted to escape.
But the hand on my shoulder couldn't be freed.
The palms were stuck to the shoulders, or rather, the shoulders were sucking the palms tightly.
His pupils widened, and he struggled to break free using his hands and feet, while asking his companions for help.
When he turned around to look at his companions, he found that everyone had left at the first opportunity and fled the scene.
They keep saying they are good brothers, but when something really happens, they each run away faster than anyone else.
The flat-headed man looked at the head at his feet with despair and sadness.
Suddenly, the eyeball on the head moved, and the pupil was facing the flat-headed man.
“Ahhh!!! Ghost, there is a ghost, help, help me!”
"Hehehe, you can't run away. You can't run away even if you try." The hoarse voice came again, this time coming from under the flat-headed man's feet.
"It is only natural to pay back debts. I'm dead now. Since you guys want money, just come down and keep me company. I will definitely not owe you any debts and will definitely pay you back, hehe, hehe."
The fleeing people turned around and ran a few steps before they suddenly ran into an invisible wall. They were hit hard and fell to the ground one by one due to the reaction force.
Without any hesitation, they quickly got up from the ground and tried to escape again.
But the invisible wall in front of them stood there firmly, and no one of them could leave.
"It's a ghost wall, a ghost wall! It's Chen Ping. Chen Ping has come to take our lives. He has turned into a fierce ghost. He wants to kill us and let us be buried with him!"
I don't know who shouted, but the gangsters, who were already terrified, became even more collapsed.
Some people sat on the ground with weak legs, some knelt down and kowtowed to their heads, and some had smelly liquid flowing down their trouser legs, soaking the grass under their feet...
Those people who show off their power seem so invincible, but when faced with fear, their cowardice and embarrassment are clearly revealed.
When the flat-headed man saw that his companions were also left behind, after experiencing an extreme near-death state, a sense of pleasure of revenge suddenly rose in his heart.
I can't live, but you must stay with me!
Why am I the only one who is unlucky? If we have to die, we all die together. Come with me, come with me!
Fear and excitement were revealed on his face at the same time, and the flat-headed man's expression instantly became ferocious.
Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed the flat-headed man's hand that was stuck on his shoulder.
The flat-headed man, who was originally immersed in the excitement of dopamine and adrenaline, was suddenly shocked and looked at his hands stiffly.
It was a hand that was so pale that it was almost bloodless, and it formed a sharp contrast with his own palm, as if he had grasped a plaster hand in his own hand.
The hand tightly grasped his own palm, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, the body with its back facing away from them slowly turned around.
A headless body stood in front of everyone.
The white T-shirt he was wearing was stained red with blood, and blood was still gushing out of the hideous wound on his neck like a small fountain.
Gurgle.
Gurgle.
“Ahhh!!!”
“Ghost!!!”
“Help!!”
Those men who usually acted arrogantly and looked ferocious were now frightened and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
The man with the gold chain had peed his pants out of fear. Tears welled up in his little eyes. He knelt down and cried, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I was wrong. I'm sorry. Your debt is written off. I will never bother your family again. No, no, no, I will be a good person in the future and never do such usurious things again."
"This... This is a contract," the man with the gold chain said with his fingers shaking violently. He tried several times but failed to take the contract out of the briefcase. In the end, he simply turned the bag over and poured out everything inside onto the ground.
A laptop computer, several USB flash drives, several contracts, a voice recorder, a small camera, etc. all rolled out from inside.
The headless body slowly walked towards them. Jin Lianzi quickly lowered his head and found Chen Ping's contract from a pile of contracts.
With a trembling voice, he held up the contract in both hands and shook it towards the headless body opposite. Then he realized that his head was on the ground, and hurriedly pointed the contract at the head, "Look, look! This is your contract, I'm tearing it up now! Our debt is written off!"
As he spoke, the man with the gold chain tore up the contract with great force, and tiny pieces of paper immediately fell from the sky.
"Look, it's gone. This is the original, there is no copy. I tore it all into pieces. You don't owe us money anymore, so you don't have to pay us back. You should keep the money for yourself." The man with the gold chain said, carefully pushing the handbag containing the paper money for the dead in the direction of "Chen Ping".
However, the torso's movement did not slow down.
The man with the gold chain gritted his teeth and tore up the other contracts. He continued to beg for mercy as he tore them up: "We don't want these anymore!"
"I swear, I swear today that from today on I will be a good person, someone who contributes to society, and I will never do bad things again, and I will never bully the weak again." The man with the gold chain picked up the contract on the ground and began to tear it up. As he tore it up, he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Seeing this, the other people around him quickly picked up the contract on the ground and tore it up.
They were desperate and tearing up the contract seemed to be their only hope of survival.
After the contracts were torn up, Jin Lianzi looked at the approaching torso, picked up the USB drive in despair, and slammed his forehead on the ground. After a while, his forehead was covered with blood. "I was wrong. We are not good people. We are nothing. We shouldn't have fed you drugs and taken those photos of you. All your photos are in here. I can format it now."
Jin Lianzi held the USB drive in one hand and slapped himself with the other hand: "We are a bunch of bastards, we deserve to die, please, let me go, I have elderly and young children at home, I am the only one supporting the family, they can't live without me. For the sake of your parents, please forgive me."
The torso finally walked in front of the few people. The gold chain raised his head in panic. The moment he raised his head, a stream of bright red blood splattered all over his face.
He suppressed the dizziness and the urge to scream and run away, clenched his fingers tightly in his palms, and tried to calm himself.
The torso stepped on the computer, and a voice came from a distance: "From today on, if I find out that you are lending money at high interest rates again, I will go to your house and kill your children, wife and parents, and finally kill you!"
"Get out! Get out! Don't let me see you again!"
One of them had been leaning weakly against an invisible wall. The moment the ghost said this, the support behind him disappeared instantly, and he fell heavily to the ground without any warning.
Then he stood up from the ground excitedly and ran outside like crazy, screaming and laughing from time to time, "Hahaha, I'm free. I survived, I survived! Hahahaha, I survived!"
Seeing this, the others didn't care about the things on the ground. They all quickly got up from the ground and ran away at the speed of flying.
In just the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared from the grove.
After everyone had left, the torso turned around and walked to his own head, picked up the head and put it back on his head. The man wiped his face and his appearance had changed.
The blood-stained white T-shirt on his body disappeared, replaced by a well-tailored exquisite black suit.
The man stared at the direction where those people were fleeing, his eyes flashed with a cunning light, and then he said respectfully towards a certain direction in the woods: "Lord King of Hell, Her Majesty the Queen Mother and... uh, another lord, that group of people have already run far away."
A rustling sound came from the depths of the dark woods.
Soon, three figures walked out from the depths of the woods.
Hei Wuchang pointed at his own face excitedly: "How was my acting just now? Wasn't it awesome?"
The little King of Hell said solemnly, "Very professional, Hei Wuchang, you are indeed the leader of the underworld. The underworld really cannot do without you. You are so important to the underworld."
A shy look flashed across Hei Wuchang's excited face. "This is what I should do, Lord Yanwang."
The little King of Hell patted Hei Wuchang's shoulder heavily and said, "No, you are the best employee in the underworld. Even Bai Wuchang is inferior to you. I have always been optimistic about you. I hope you will keep up the good work and keep it up."
A strong fighting spirit instantly ignited in Hei Wuchang's eyes, "I will definitely keep working hard and won't let you down!"
The little King of Hell coughed lightly: "I remember you were going to pick up a dead person at nine o'clock?"
Hei Wuchang immediately straightened his shoulders and said, "That's right, I'll go to work now!"
Little King of Hell: "If you are very tired, just take a rest. It's okay. We still have Bai Wuchang."
Hearing the three words "Bai Wuchang", the desire to win on Hei Wuchang's face instantly exploded; "No, I don't feel tired at all, I don't need to rest at all! I will go to work now and make sure to complete the task!"
After saying this, Hei Wuchang disappeared in a flash.
Xin stared blankly in the direction where Hei Wuchang left, and silently gave a thumbs up to the little King of Hell.
Awesome, is this the strongest capitalist in the underworld
This rhetoric, this big pie... Hei Wuchang, can you please be more careful
Are there five social insurances and one housing fund? Are there weekends off
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Studio.
The King of Hell: The Strongest Capitalist in History
Hei Wuchang: The Strongest Worker in History
Banner: One is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten
Even though it was scary, I really enjoyed watching it. It was so cool to see those □□ screaming in fear.
This is probably the case in my life where I most hope that ghosts can kill humans.
Girls, I feel great.
I am dying of laughter. Using ghost money to pay back the money, using magic to defeat magic, awesome, you are worthy of it, God Xin, I was wondering where God Xin got so much money, I thought God Xin was going to sacrifice his looks to let the boss make him pay back the money. It turns out that I thought too much, God Xin's train of thought is not something I can guess.
Xin Shen has the strongest off-site help: the underworld. This plug-in is also unique.
After all, she is our own queen mother, so she must be favored.
"Spoiled"
It's another day when the son is better than the father, and the boss's face is almost green.
A green face doesn’t matter as long as the head isn’t green.
Damn it, brother, be careful with your words. Be careful not to dream of the big boss coming to take your life in the middle of the night.
《It's Not Necessary》
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Shin walked over to the pile of stuff the group had left behind and loaded his laptop and other equipment into his bag.
In his mind, the system's alarm continued to sound for a long time.
Escape system: Ding! Warning, player Xin is late for this professional mission. Please hurry to the mission location. If you give up tonight's mission, you will be judged as "unprofessional" due to your passive work, which will most likely cause a fatal blow to your professional ability score.
Escape System: Your current lateness has caused you to be downgraded from "Diamond Haunted House Sleeper" to "Gold Medal Haunted House Sleeper". Please cherish your hard-earned results.
Xin rubbed his temple: Okay, I'll go over now, pass the map to me, stop talking, my head hurts.
The alarm in his mind stopped abruptly, and a translucent map appeared in Xin's brain.
At around seven o'clock this evening, the system gave him a professional task.
He was not late because of emotion, but after careful questioning, he determined that "lateness" only offset part of his previous achievements and would not affect his career stability.
One is a decline in ranking, and the other is a possible clue. He still knows which one is more important.
After putting everything into the handbag, Xin and his two followers rushed to their destination.
Little King Yan walked on the left side of Xin: "Xinxin, don't worry. After this incident, that group of people will not do this kind of thing again."
Shen Mo walked to the right of Xin: "When you see a termite in the room, it means that the room is already full of tens of thousands of termites. As long as there is profit to be made, there will be people who will continue to take their place after they disappear."
Xin: "This is the human world. A long time ago, a saint once said, 'Man is inherently good', but there are also saints who say, 'Man is inherently evil'. I personally tend to believe that 'Man is inherently evil'."
"From the moment we are born, our ignorance makes us act on instinct like wild animals."
"Later, the barbarians were educated with rules and morals, and gradually they became polite people, with their superiors and subordinates following suit."
"Children will tear apart insects one by one out of curiosity. Animals also have the habit of cruelly killing their prey. For example, cats will let mice run away and catch them again to tease them before killing them. Hyenas will eat their prey from the genitals. But the so-called "cruel killing" is just our cognition. In the cognition of animals, they don't know that this is "cruel killing". In their cognition, this is instinct."
"When children are still children, their cognition is very shallow. At that time, as long as they are guided correctly, their three views can be corrected. However, most of these social scums have not received orthodox ethical and moral guidance."
"They use their barbarity to rampage through the civilized world, and of course they are invincible. But fortunately, we still have a barrier that gives us peace of mind."
The two men hadn't quite figured out what Xin meant when they heard the loud honking of a police car horn outside.
When they walked to the gate of Jinhai Luxury Apartment, they saw the group of people who had just arrived, thanking the police with tears in their eyes for their arrival.
"Police, it's the police, great! We are saved."
"I turn myself in. I turn myself in."
"Uncle police, woo woo, woo woo woo."
The policemen looked confused, looking at each other.
"Could this group of people have taken too much drugs? Why are they so crazy? This is the first time I've seen a criminal suspect thank the police after being arrested."
"Go back and give them a urine test. Their expressions are so exaggerated, they must have taken too much. Make sure the number of people is correct and close the net!"
The police were extremely efficient. They handcuffed the group of people and stuffed them into the car in the blink of an eye.
The police car sped away, stirring up a cloud of dust on the ground.
After watching the police car leave, Shen Mo looked at Xin deeply and asked, "Did you call the police?"
Xin: "Of course, you don't really think that I just want to scare them. We are all adults. If we have done something wrong, we must pay the price for it."
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Studio.
God Xin, well done.
After using magic to defeat magic, the use of legal weapons to exercise one's legal rights and interests emerged.
It looks so handsome when Xin Shen understands the law.
I never expected that I would see a player in a horror game copy solve a problem by calling the police.
Hahaha, if you have any trouble, go to the police. It seems that this sentence is not only applicable in reality, but also in games. It is simply deeply rooted.
This amazing unfolding of the story completely stupefied me.
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At around nine o'clock in the evening, Xin arrived at the mission site with his two followers.
Tonight is a haunted house. I heard that a murder happened in this room a year ago, and no one dared to live there since then.
Because no one had lived there for a year, the house was filled with a damp and moldy smell.
When Xin turned on the light, Shen Mo had already opened the window for ventilation.
A gentle breeze blew in from the window, immediately making the air much fresher.
When the night is quiet, it can be another night besides a night for murder.
It’s just a pity that there is one more light bulb.
Shen Mo stared coldly at the little devil who had been pestering Xin and almost spit out his tongue.
Not all houses where someone has died have ghosts in them. In fact, most houses are haunted by human fear. This house is one of those types.
After making sure the house was safe, Xin sat down at the desk, took out Shunlai's laptop from his handbag and opened it.
A faint blue light instantly lit up on the screen.