One punch and one ghost, you say this is mental illness?

They quietly followed the old man, watched him go to one intersection after another, and then dropped a few hundred dollars in a conspicuous place.

The ghost who bought his life threw it in the front, and the two of He Yan picked it up in the back.

After picking up about ten intersections, the ghost turned his head and looked at the two men gloomyly.

"What are you doing?" the life-buying ghost said viciously.

He Yan waved the money in his hand: "Pick up the money!"

"Boy, do you know what kind of money you picked up?" the old man said as he walked towards He Yan.

He Yan nodded, with a bright smile on his face: "I know, it's money for my life."

"Aren't you afraid?" The old man narrowed his eyes.

He Yan smiled indifferently: "I'm not afraid, do you still have money? Give it all to me, it's a bit tiring to pick it up all the way."

Old man: "Are you polite? If you take this money, you will die."

"Hand over the money!" Er Qiu jumped onto the old man's shoulder and stretched out his claws to rest on his neck.

The old man Jie Jie Jie laughed strangely: "You all, go to die."

After finishing speaking, the old man exuded yin energy all over his body, his face was covered with black veins, and his nails were black and long, and he grabbed Er Qiu's neck.

Er Qiu jumped down and scratched the old man's neck with one paw.

Black blood flowed out, and the old man screamed with a headache.

"Hand over the money, and I'll make your death look better." He Yan said coldly.

None of these evil spirits are good things, and most of them are responsible for several lives.

And this life-bearer killed three or four people by paying for his life.

[The system prompts that a gold-level ghost has been detected, please kill the host! 】

As a mature system, it has learned to use magic to defeat magic. It no longer allows He Yan to escape, because He Yan not only does not run, but also rushes desperately.

Therefore, it directly allowed He Yan to kill ghosts.

What a great cleverness.

The old man got angry and rushed towards He Yan. Er Qiu stood beside him with a dazed expression on his face. The old man didn't even give him a chance to show off?

"Damn old man, your opponent is me!" The second ball rose into the air, transforming into Bai Ze and standing behind the old man.

The old man was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at Er Qiu, and said in surprise: "God, divine beast?"

"Let's make a move, let you make three moves!" Er Qiu said, with an endless sense of oppression.

Erqiu's cultivation base is at least the peak of the king, and with its status as a beast, it is higher than the king's cultivation base of ghosts or humans.

This old man is only at the gold level, how could he not be afraid.

He swallowed, looked at He Yan: "You hit me."

"He is my master, you don't deserve to let him take the shot." After Er Qiu finished speaking, he patted it down with his paw.

The old man was thrown into the air by the shock, and before he landed, the second ball slapped over again, sending the old man flying more than ten meters away.

"He Yan, leave this old man to me." Er Qiu volunteered.

"I'll leave it to you to deal with it." He Yan put his hands behind his back, pretending to be a peerless expert.

The old man spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood again, then got up with difficulty and ran in the opposite direction.

Er Qiu snorted and said disdainfully: "Let you go 500 meters first."

The old man ran out for ten minutes, Er Qiu grabbed He Yan and sat on his back, and then chased in the direction the old man was running.

Erqiu's eyes saw the night as clearly as day, and the figure and smell of the old man couldn't escape its eyes and nose.

At this time, the old man ran into a grove in a park and was panting while leaning on a big tree. He had the illusion of remaining alive after a disaster.

"Little old man, you run really slowly." He Yan rode on Er Qiu's back, jokingly.

The old man exclaimed that he had lived a long life, and quickly turned around and ran away.

The second ball stopped in front of him and blocked his way, and the old man backed away in fright and fell to the ground.

"What do you think, I don't want the money anymore, you go." The old man wanted to cry, but he only prayed that He Yan and the two would not seek money and kill themselves.

Unexpectedly, He Yan strode up to him and stretched out his hand: "Money, bring it all!"

"What? I don't have any more. Isn't it enough for you to pick up all the money I lost along the way?" The old man pursed his mouth, and he walked over throwing money all the way, just for fun, and then killed them Get your money back.

Who knew that this person and one cat were so awesome, and even robbed him.

"Do you know that you broke the law? This is robbery and you will go to jail!" The old man said righteously, wanting to use the law to protect himself.

He Yan sneered, looked the old man up and down, and said with a click of his tongue: "You should be glad you are old, otherwise I would have fucked your waist."

At the end, I added a very heart-wrenching sentence: "I'm old and worthless."

"You, you, you... You are simply not human, you bully me, a little old man." The old man wailed for a while.

He Yan chuckled and said, "If you use money to buy your life to harm others, I will kill you on the road. You, what is this called? This is called emergency avoidance!"

"No matter which one, you deserve to die, and I, Di Jia, am a great hero of mankind." He Yan said complacently.

The old man thought he was unlucky, and quickly took out all the money in his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

Why don't you count the number, plus the ones you picked up just now, there are a few thousand less.

"Can you let me go now?" the old man asked expectantly.

He Yan put the money in his pocket and shook his head: "Are you bribing Bendiga?"

"Don't dare, but you did take my money." The old man said repeatedly.

He Yan hissed, turned his head and asked Erqiu: "Did Bendiga take money from him? Did he give Bendiga money?"

"No!" Er Qiu answered simply.

The old man was dumbfounded, and shouted: "You took it, you obviously took my money!"

"I picked up the money you lost on the road, what is this called? This is called confiscation of crime tools. You didn't give me money, but you falsely accused me of giving me money. Believe it or not, I will sue you for slander!" He Yan narrowed his eyes. .

The old man fell silent.

After 2 minutes of silence, the old man turned his head and ran away.

He Yan threw out a piece of air, and the air turned into a spirit rope in mid-air to tie the old man.

"Take me to your house, Bendija wants to seize all your crime tools!" He was disgusted with righteous words, with a look of justice on his face.

The old man trembled: "My coffin is gone, I really have no money."

"Bendiga doesn't believe it." He Yan shook his head, casually throwing thousands of dollars out in one night, would there be no money?

He turned to look at Er Qiu: "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it either." Er Qiu shook his head.

The old man was about to cry, and stammered, "I, I didn't."

"You should have the subsistence allowance, right? Hand over your subsistence allowance." He Yan laughed.

The old man shook his head desperately: "I haven't,"

"Believe it or not, I will sentence you to an arrest charge and make you more guilty!" He Yan increased the decibel, full of anger.

The old man lost, and he lost hard.

Reluctantly, he took He Yan Bai Ze to a cemetery.

The old man went straight to the No.13 row No.14 tombstone, and he ducked into it.

On the tombstone is written the words Huang Ergou, and below that are the names of a bunch of children and grandchildren, and there is also a black and white photo of the wretched old man.

Next to the photo, an extremely familiar object attracted He Yan's attention.

I saw an Ultraman-shaped doorbell button on the tombstone. He Yan reached out and pressed it, and a familiar bell sounded from under the tombstone.

"If I had a robot cat, I would call him Little Bell..."