Underworld Pass

"I don't agree—ah——"

Stark looked at Ning Ziyu, who had turned into charcoal again, with a look of astonishment on his face. He rolled his eyes, and in an instant he wanted to understand what was going on.

He looked at Ye Fan with a guilty conscience. It seemed that this guy couldn't be offended easily, he was too vengeful.

"Now, are you still convinced?"

Ye Fan put away the selfie, kicked his phone up, and walked to Ning Ziyu, whose body was almost collapsed, smiling.

"I do not--"

Ning Ziyu just wanted to say that she was dissatisfied, but when she thought of the miserable feeling just now, she couldn't help shivering, so she glared at Ye Fan unwillingly, and obediently closed her mouth.

"It seems that I am convinced. If so, let's go back first."

Ye Fan, who was talking, grabbed Ning Ziyu suddenly, followed by thinking about the underworld in his mind, and the figures of several people leisurely disappeared into reality, and came to the somewhat awkward underworld.

The cold wind blew past gently, and the hanging rope on the crooked neck tree swayed gently.

Ning Ziyu looked at the picture in front of her in astonishment, she felt very comfortable here, as if this was her real home.

"This is the underworld, and it will be your home in the future."

Ye Fan glanced at Ning Ziyu, then strode to the side of Yan Luodian, and shouted at the system: "I have completed the task, give me ten years of skill!"

task?

what!
Stark and Ning Ziyu, who was still fully conscious, looked at Ye Fan in surprise, followed by the two of them seeing in astonishment that a bright golden light suddenly fell from the sky and landed on Ye Fan.

The eyes of the two people who saw this scene were wide-eyed, with disbelief on their faces, especially when Ning Ziyu's gaze fell on Stark, she was even more astonished. She pointed at Stark in disbelief and said, "You are Iron Man!?"

"Er - yes."

Seeing that Ning Ziyu seemed to know him, Stark was not surprised, after all, he was very famous.

"My God, it's really you, why are you dead?"

As if she had found a new breakthrough point, Ning Ziyu came to Stark lightly, and asked all kinds of questions like a cannonball. Stark was also very upset. If he didn't feel that he might not be able to beat this woman, he would have lost his temper.

"Why do I feel like I've been cheated? What's the use of the ten years of skill rewarded by this system?"

Although just now in the golden light, Ye Fan had a feeling as if he could ascend to heaven at any time, that taste was really wonderful, but when the golden light disappeared, Ye Fan began to observe himself a little uncomfortable. From this point of view, there is no substantive change at all.

"Skill is the basis for extending various spells and magic weapons. If there is no corresponding skill coordination, even powerful spells will not be able to exert the slightest effect."

The system's explanation was still simple and straightforward, without any cover-up, but Ye Fan, who heard this, couldn't help snorting angrily: "Then don't you want to give me more?"

In the silence of the system, Ye Fan still didn't give up, but no matter what he said, it seemed that the system couldn't hear it, and Ye Fan was really depressed.

"Well, I'm just a product of the movie!?"

Just when Ye Fan was still thinking about whether he could get some benefits from this stingy system, Stark ran up to him unwillingly, grabbed his arm and questioned him angrily.

"Who said that?"

Ye Fan looked at Stark strangely. Although Stark's description is correct, according to the key points given by the system, he should have his own living dimension, and he should not just live in fantasy. If so, how could he come to this hell.

"She!"

Stark pointed to Ning Ziyu who was floating behind him.

Ye Fan couldn't help but glared at her, and then explained to Stark: "She just said yes? You are a genius in what you say, do you think that if you are a product of fantasy, then after you die, your soul will still be like this? Fantasy things, think carefully, fantasy—"

It's okay not to listen to Ye Fan's explanation, but after hearing Stark's understanding, he hummed lightly and said, "I seem to understand."

"It's good to understand, then what, come here!"

Ye Fan was too lazy to explain this to Stark. He strode up to Ning Ziyu and said, "From now on, you will stay here honestly, and I will call you when I have something to do."

"Why do you interfere with my freedom!"

Ning Ziyu looked at Ye Fan with dissatisfaction, if she hadn't dared to be hostile to Ye Fan, she would have been struck by lightning, and she would have done it long ago.

"Because I am the King of Hades, you are not."

Ye Fan looked at Ning Ziyu as a matter of course, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with these words.

"I—you—"

After hearing this, Ning Ziyu thought about it for a while before realizing that she was speechless, her pretty face drooped, and she said with a look of distress, "But what about my revenge? If I don't take revenge, what's the point of my existence?"

"revenge?"

Ye Fan glanced at Ning Ziyu strangely, she was right, she was a Huihun grudge ghost, Huihunye must have come to take revenge, but she was caught by herself, so of course the revenge could not be done, in the end it was Ye Fan's fault.

"Who is your enemy?"

Ye Fan, who had a bit of a bad conscience, naturally knew the cause of Ning Ziyu's death. He committed suicide with hatred after being insulted and humiliated by others. He was also a stubborn and stubborn master.

"Zhang Bin!"

Ning Ziyu, who almost gritted her teeth and spit out these two words, was going crazy. Her black hair was dancing all over the sky, and the long skirt on her body was fluttering with the wind, which showed how excited she was at this moment.

Zhang Bin?

Ye Fan muttered, "Are you talking about that Zhang Bin next to Zhao Yiwai?"

"Do you know?"

Ning Ziyu, who looked like a black-haired lion king at first glance, looked at Ye Fan excitedly, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance.

"I met him once, so it turned out that that guy insulted you. It just so happens that Zhao Yiwai and I also have a grudge. How about helping you avenge your grudge by the way?"

Ye Fan didn't even look at Ning Ziyu, no matter how beautiful she was before she was alive, Ye Fan really can't compliment her ugly appearance when she turned into a resentful soul.

But when Ye Fan said that he wanted to avenge her, the girl became excited and would always run around in front of Ye Fan, making Ye Fan's little heart jump wildly in fright.

"roll--"

Ye Fan, who couldn't bear it any longer, was not polite this time, before the system could make a move, he slapped Ning Ziyu in a circle, directly threw the girl flying, and fell heavily on the edge of the underworld, rolling several times before stopping.

If Ning Ziyu was still a girl, maybe Ye Fan would take pity on her, but the key point is that she is not only not a girl, but also a resentful soul who can kill her at any time. If you are being polite to her, then Ye Fan has a brain twitch.

Even though Ning Ziyu had millions of unhappiness in his heart, he still had to stand up obediently at this time, and looked at Ye Fan from a distance with resentment on his face.

Obviously, after another systematic brainwashing, she has understood that Ye Fan is the only one who can help her avenge her. If she offends him at this time, then her big revenge may really be far away in the foreseeable future.

"It turns out that ten years of skill still has this effect."

Ye Fan has come to remember it now, the golden light poured into his body just now, saying that it gave him ten years of skill, but he didn't feel it at all.

But just after Ning Ziyu slapped him, he realized how terrifying his own slap was, at least equivalent to the full effect of the ten minutes of beating the starving ghost, and even stronger.

"The system is produced, it must be a fine product."

The system that had been silent all the time, at this time, a sentence appeared in Ye Fan's mind, and then disappeared arrogantly.