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

He Yan clenched his fists tightly and bit his teeth tightly together.

Er Qiu glanced at the doorbell and stammered, "This... isn't this your doorbell."

"Yes, Bendija's doorbell." He Yan smiled strangely, and he twisted his neck.

Before the old man could come out, He Yan punched the tombstone and shouted: "Great King Kong!"

[System enhancement, punch hard! 】

With a bang, the tombstone broke in two.

The huge movement was extremely ear-piercing in the quiet cemetery, and the old man hiding in the cemetery hurried out with a wooden box in his arms.

Seeing that his tombstone was broken, he wailed and fell to the ground: "You are too much."

"What is this?" He Yan picked up the doorbell button that fell on the ground and asked coldly.

The old man didn't know why he hated this thing, he said confidently: "What else can it be? It's just a doorbell."

"Where did it come from?" He Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The old man swallowed and stammered, "I, I bought it myself."

"Obviously you stole this, you stole it at the entrance of the hotel, and I am the unlucky guy who got stolen!" He Yan raised the decibel, he slammed the doorbell on the ground, and beat the old man violently.

The old man was beaten and cried for his father and mother, repeatedly shouting that he had killed someone.

The movement was so loud that the ghosts in the entire cemetery were stunned. They got out of the cemetery one after another and stood at the door of their own houses to watch the excitement.

Er Qiu looked around, there were probably hundreds of ghosts.

This ghost is a human being. He liked to join in the fun when he was alive, and he still likes to join in the fun after death.

He Yan grabbed the old man's collar and said angrily: "You don't admit that you stole my things? Believe it or not, I will convict you of theft!"

"I... I really bought it." The old man yelled, scratching his neck.

He Yan snorted coldly: "Bendika doesn't believe it, unless you say that Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people."

"I... I... woo woo... I'm guilty... I did steal the button on your door... But the receiver inside is really bought by myself... woo woo... I'm not human. "The old headache was crying.

Two balls smacking tongue, this is the power of faith!

"Where's the money?" He Yan stretched out his hand.

The old man pointed to the wooden box that fell beside him, and said tremblingly: "It's all in there."

"Two balls, unpack and inspect the goods." He Yan ordered.

"Okay." Er Qiu nodded, ran over and opened the wooden box, which was full of money.

Hundreds of ghosts slowly gathered around, He Yan glanced left and right, and suddenly said loudly: "There are ghosts, stop trading."

"He Yan, don't act like a gang joint, okay?" Er Qiu pouted speechlessly.

After speaking, it transformed into Bai Ze.

With a flap of its huge wings, dozens of ghosts were blown away in an instant.

He Yan punched the old man, and murmured to the surrounding ghosts: "What are you looking at? Did you get permission from Bendiga to live here?"

The ghosts were taken aback, why is this person so cruel?

"We bought this cemetery ourselves." One of the more courageous ghosts said.

He Yan stared, went up and gave the ghost a big slap, and scolded: "What about the property fee? Have you paid it?"

"What kind of property fee? We don't have any property here." The beaten ghost said aggrievedly, covering his face.

The ghosts standing behind were a little panicked and turned their heads to hide.

"No one is allowed to leave." He Yan shouted.

All the ghosts froze, feeling extremely sad. Watching the excitement hurt the fish in the pond.

If I had known earlier, I would not have watched it.

He Yan sat on Huang Ergou's rotten tombstone, pointed to the ghost who had just been beaten, and said, "You, come and line up, you all line up, each person pays 1000 yuan for the property fee, 1000 yuan for the protection fee, hurry up!" point!"

The ghost who was beaten dared not speak out, so he took out his mobile phone and said, "Can I pay by WeChat?"

"Yeah!" He Yan clicked on his payment code.

"Ding, 2000 yuan has been credited to the WeChat account."

He Yan grinned when the voice of the WeChat account arrived.

Then came the second, and the third...

All the ghosts in the cemetery paid 2000 yuan with tears in their eyes.

He Yan's crime was secretly photographed by one of the little ghosts and posted on the spirit net.

The accompanying picture is He Yan sitting on the tombstone collecting money, and the accompanying text is:
Shock!Kidney killer, ghost killer He Yan appeared in a cemetery in Yuncheng.

In this dark night where you can't see your fingers, why are you tired of fighting all the ghosts to do such a crazy thing in the middle of the night and in the deserted cemetery!

As soon as a post was posted, it received the attention of ghosts from all over the world, and the little ghost who posted it gained hundreds of thousands of followers.

As if he had tasted the sweetness, he quietly hid behind the ghost group, took out his mobile phone, and started live broadcasting.

In the little ghost's live broadcast room, He Yan was sitting on a broken tombstone. On the ground next to him was the broken soul of the old man. There was still half a tombstone lying on He Yan's left foot.

The words Huang Ergou are written on it.

A huge white beast lay beside He Yan, with a pair of faint blue eyes looking at the faces of the ghosts from time to time.

There was three points of disdain in those eyes, four points of indifference, five points of ridicule, six points of contempt, seven points...seven points of contempt!

In front of He Yan, hundreds of ghosts lined up waiting to give money to He Yan...

He Yan grinned from ear to ear while collecting the money, and the voices of the WeChat account received one after another, endlessly.

The live broadcast room was named "Why are the ghosts crying late at night?"

Just 10 minutes after the broadcast started, more than [-] ghosts flooded into the live broadcast room to watch, and the barrage exploded.

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Werewolf Houmi: What is this?With such a small body, let me punch one.

Lengtougui: Don't read the joke upstairs, you can go and see this buddy's criminal record first.

Hanged Ghost: Yes, yes, the most wanted criminal in Lingwang, you will get one billion ghost coins for killing him.

Green Water Ghost: Damn, won't the anchor kill him?Walking billions.

Laughing Dead Ghost: This person is so scary, ah, ah, fortunately it is separated from me.

Dead ghost: Where is the ghost upstairs?

Laughing devil: I am from Shandong.

Supporting Ghost: Add a WeChat wow...

Starving ghost: Is that green water ghost upstairs a watch?

Green water ghost: No, I was greened, and then committed suicide by jumping into the river and became a water ghost...

Ghosts: ...

Looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, the kid stuck out his tongue and continued to point the phone at He Yan's face. He also wanted to get the bounty, but he didn't dare at all.

The three strong ghosts in the back saw the bullet screen of the kid in front.

They looked at each other and reached a consensus. They didn't know that there was such a wanted criminal on the Lingnet, but they met today and had to fight.

One billion, with this money, you will be a ghost in the upper class of the ghost world.

The three strong ghosts whispered for a while, and finally closed their mouths obediently and lined up.

Those who paid the money stood in a row next to him, and those who didn't pay stood in a row in front of He Yan and continued to pay.

He Yan snapped photos of all the ghosts and posted them on Moments, with the accompanying text: People live in the community, and the community has to pay property fees; dead people live in the cemetery, and the cemetery has to pay property fees. Today's income is quite good!
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