"Old lady, that's what you call a threat." Lu Qingjia flicked off the bloodstain on the soul cord.
Rao is a ghost old lady and is not a good stalker. He knows that cheating Fatty's soul coins will lead to his miserable death. At this moment, he also deeply realizes that compared with this robber, his own set is not enough.
They are just scoundrels in the underworld, but for ordinary people, ghosts are enough to mobilize all fears and naturally have an advantage.
For example, Fatty. In reality, this guy is not afraid of a lazy bastard like his family, but he can be replaced by a ghost. Even if he has not been substantively attacked, he can still scare him to death.
But who knew that this fat fat man had found such a helper, and he didn't have the slightest reverence for sneaking. Looking at the appearance of this robber, it is also a decent identity in the world.
But when he got to the underworld, he seemed to be free from restraint, and he dared to do anything that would cause serious trouble.
Now that the old lady's family is facing him, it's almost like a gangster encountering a real black boss. The attitude of going out and desperately is a joke to the other party.
When the old lady Gui saw that her son's arm had been cut off, and the broken one could not be taken back, she felt very sad.
The row of ghosts kneeling in front of Lu Qingjia was also shivering, and the ghost woman covered the ghost child's almost blurted cry in fear.
How pitiful the scene was.
The ghost son struggled underground in pain, looking at the ghost old lady outside the TV screen: "Mom, save my mother! You are only a son like me, is there anything more important than my life?"
Seeing the miserable and useless appearance of her son, the old lady was both distressed and resentful.
She stared at Lu Qingjia with poisonous eyes: "You're not afraid of—"
Before he could say the threat, he saw the robber make a gesture of invitation: "You can also cut him a piece of meat to deter me, or you can use a trick."
Fatty collapsed immediately: "Jiajia, I'm your only brother who doesn't smell like plastic, you can't be so cruel to me."
Lu Qingjia ignored the idiot, looked at the ghost old lady with all her time, and urged, "What's wrong? It's been a hundred and eighty years since you died, and the ghost in the underworld is not even a ghost with a rotten belly, a broken arm, and a broken leg. Little, isn't it because you are afraid of seeing blood?"
"Or maybe even though you have been kidnapped and deceived, but in the end you can't bear to do it?"
Everyone saw that Lu Qingjia stepped on the face of the ghost son, and slowly rolled the guy who was crying until his nose and tears came out into the ground.
Looking directly at the ghost old lady: "Old lady, can't use the chips that can't be used, can they still be called chips?"
After she finished speaking, she looked past her miserable son and stayed on the shivering little grandson, which implied quite obvious.
The old lady finally couldn't hold back the pressure and cried out: "I give, can't I give it? Don't touch my grandson, he is still young!"
Lu Qingjia smiled: "I just like talking to people who understand."
The next operation was quite simple. The old lady weepingly let go of Fatty, hunched herself back to the TV, and returned to the underworld.
After returning to her yin house, the ghost old lady turned out the hidden soul coins that she had cheated from the fat man, and gave it back to Lu Qingjia as if she was cutting flesh.
Then he took out a mass of qi from his body and handed it over. When the qi touched Lu Qingjia, it got into his body and disappeared.
Lu Qingjia could obviously feel something in him, and when he focused on the old lady's family, he knew their true colors.
Lu Qingjia was very satisfied with this, and happily let go of the ghost old lady's family and returned to reality with what she got tonight.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the fat man guarding him eagerly.
Seeing that Lu Qingjia woke up, he quickly said, "Sun Zha, you are so awake."
"Come on, let's break down what happened last night. I've been pressed on the chopping board. If you don't worry about me, you're still burning the oil pan and urging people to cut the knife."
"Did you know that I didn't wear diapers last night? It's embarrassing to change pants in the middle of the night."
Lu Qingjia lifted Fatty's face away, took out a baton-like restraint from his body, and smiled with satisfaction.
At first sight, the fat man became even more angry: "Okay, okay, I understand, our friendship for so many years is not as important as a broken stick, I'm done, right?"
Turning over and leaving.
"Wait!" Lu Qingjia shouted.
The fat man thought that the stinky boy was still a little conscientious, and he looked back with anticipation and waited for the guy to lower his body and apologize.
He heard Lu Qingjia say, "Take away the pants you've changed, and mop the floor for me."
Fatty came out of sadness and almost performed the widow going to the grave, so that this cold-blooded bastard could see his infinite potential.
Before the cruel words were released, a voice came from my mind—
[Congratulations to player Zhou Hang for winning the trial, with an evaluation grade of S, and looking forward to your wonderful performance in future games.]
After the fat man heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Listening to this notice, it is a good thing that the old lady ghost has completely passed the test, but the next step is the beginning, and I suddenly feel that the future is bleak and life is hopeless.
But then, the voice said again [Because the player Zhou Hang's customs clearance process is special, the effective means all rely on the output of foreign aid.]
[This game determines that your contribution value is low, and your teammates are more suitable for participating in the official game. Please ask player Zhou Hang if he will sell his quota.]
This, this thing can be let out
The fat man glanced at Lu Qingjia, who was casually wiping the baton, and felt complicated for a while.
He was thinking about how far this dangerous bullshit game went, but if he turned it over to Jiajia—
To put it bluntly, the matter is his own. Although the brother is smarter than him, he can handle it lightly, but he can push the brother out, which is also—
Just as he was struggling, he heard Lu Qingjia say, "What did you hear?"
Fatty was hesitant to tell him, but Lu Qingjia said again, "Let's hear it. I'm not just helping you this time."
"Unlike you, I am very interested in this game. If there is anything about me, tell me about it."
"Otherwise, every time I use you as a medium to participate in the future, you are afraid that I will be troublesome."
Fatty was startled: "Jiajia, you are so determined to get involved in the end. This thing will kill people."
"Of course I know better than anyone." Lu Qingjia looked at him: "Because I've been looking for it for several years."
Fatty was stunned and couldn't believe it for a while. What Jiajia meant was that he already knew about the existence of this game
Then, under the urging, Fatty could only tell all the notifications of the game.
Lu Qingjia smiled when he heard the words: "Very good, you can transfer the quota."
Fatty said cautiously, "No, although you are smarter than me, I can tell from the events of the past two days that you are too reckless in your actions."
"I think it's dangerous and dangerous, how dare you let you participate in this ghost game?"
Lu Qingjia sighed helplessly: "Do you think I'm burying a hidden danger with my ghost-stealer, or don't step on the brakes when I'm threatening each other with the ghost old lady?"
The fat man's eyes are very obvious, isn't this all your doing
Lu Qingjia said: "The ghost lady can't really hurt you. I've analyzed this with you before, but if she can, your money will never be enough to come to me."
"Unless she has the ability to scare you to death in an instant. You, although timid, are still frightened."
The fat man murmured that he was reluctant to forgive him.
He said again: "The key is the ghost, you don't want to die? You dare to mess with that thing? You also saw that the ghost in the underworld is not as talkative as our police uncle."
Lu Qingjia: "I deliberately started last night, of course, I'm sure I can finish it, and I won't enter that underworld in the future."
"Isn't that what you said?" Fatty said: "You are now equivalent to leaving a criminal record in the underworld. Even if you can't help you when you are alive, we will always go there to report in a few decades."
"People go to the gate of hell to register and settle down. How about you go? There was a guy who robbed the police with guns decades ago, and they didn't catch you all at once."
The nature of the ghosts' houn rope is similar to that of the police with guns, or even more serious.
Lu Qingjia showed a weird smile: "Who told you that we would go there to report after we died?"
"Huh? But it wasn't there—"
"That's not our underworld, at least not our world." Lu Qingjia said firmly.
Seeing Fatty's dazed expression, he explained it to him: "I only dared to do it after confirming that there were no hidden dangers."
Of course, Lu Qingjia knows that even if there are hidden dangers, he will not give up such a good item: "Once the soul enters the underworld, it will automatically meet with people who are close relatives or have guardianship in the underworld."
"For example, parents or siblings, but I have neither met my parents nor seen my uncle. As far as I know, the number of reincarnations will start at least twenty years."
He added: "Look at us as yang souls consuming in the underworld, that's why those ghosts don't take offense."
"Yang souls who have strayed into the underworld don't all have soul coins like you. Where does the money come from? It's nothing more than automatically meeting with their relatives and being led to see."
Fatty was relieved when he heard the words. Seeing that he really thought about everything, he was embarrassed and said, "Then, then I really hand it over to you?"
After repeated confirmation for a long time, I responded that the game confirmed the transfer quota.
At that moment, a notification came in their minds at the same time: [The transfer of the quota was successful, so the transfer was an agreement between the two parties and was voluntarily disclosed, so the erasure measures could not be activated. The former player Zhou Hang will erase the memory related to the game in one minute.]
Fatty took a deep breath: "Nima, I almost walked around the gate of hell."
"If this is really a bit evil, and you throw the pot to others without saying a word, you will be cold too, right?"
Lu Qingjia said, "You should go out with your pants first, so that you can start doubting your sexuality after a minute."
But then again, although the game's hidden obliteration mechanism is cruel, Lu Qingjia feels that this hints at the tone of the game from the very beginning.
Then Lu Qingjia got the game notification: [Player Lu Qingjia, welcome to join the horror game.]
[Please receive the trial clearance rewards, I wish you a better performance in the future games.]
Lu Qingjia replied in a relaxed tone: "Well, thank you, running after other people's wives, thinking about the master god of the cross-species ntr all day."
[puff!]The sound of a mouthful of old blood spurting came.
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