Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 282 The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu

Someone stood by the tree for a long time, and those hateful eyes stared at her like poisonous snakes.

Du Man was sweating profusely, her legs and feet were weak, she wanted to call out, but she let out a weak cry from her throat.

There was a piercing pain in my heart.

Through the window, she saw a twisted and angry face.

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Du Man withdrew back to the corner with a pale face, she couldn't get off the beam completely.

The feeling of memory coming back was so uncomfortable that when she saw Liu Lin's voice, she would think of her heart being pierced in the night when she was young.

Sad reminder, too sad reminder.

She should be the most wronged and miserable ghost in Jiahe years.

I haven't had time to spend the money I saved from my private house, I haven't had time to waste the western goods I just bought, and Mrs. Lin sent a letter earlier asking her to try her new makeup...

Du Man suddenly thought of a question. It is said in the book that people will see the impermanence of black and white after death. No matter how bad it is, there will be a bull head and horse noodles to take a bowl of Mengpo soup to Naihe Bridge.

Why didn't she?

Could it be because she died so hastily that even the underworld would not accept her? ! !
Du Man was very depressed.

She took a deep breath, and the white flag flew up with a whoosh, and one of them landed on the face of Shangshu Xingbu.

"...!"

The Minister of the Ministry of Justice pulled it down, and saw Du Shuhai striding over, looking at him suspiciously, as if he was some kind of thief.

The white banner fell by himself, not the old man's fault!

"I want his life to be worse than death!"

Du Shuhai's aged eyebrows revealed hatred, and the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment suddenly showed a gratified smile and said, "Okay, that's exactly what I mean."

The two old buddies met and then parted ways. Before leaving, the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice took a deep look at Mu Xuan and the boy she was leading.

Young people, the world is getting worse.

I think back when he and his wife got engaged, they were in full swing, wishing they could stick together all the time.

A figure flashed in the mind of Shangshu Xingbu, it was the scholar in Tsing Yi in the mourning hall, he sighed.

"The world is impermanent."

As soon as Mu Xuan entered the mourning hall, she sensed a strong sense of resentment, like an old vat of sauerkraut that had lost its teeth, and the smell wafted away when the jar was opened.

Du Man's resentment = Laotan sauerkraut.

Mu Xuan glanced at the girl who drew circles on the beam, her sleeves and skirt were hanging down like blooming flowers.

The girl whispered in her mouth: "Damn the murderer, it hurts so much, it still hurts now, no! I want to turn into a ghost to scare him!"

"Liu Linsheng, don't cry, the tears are going to drown me, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah so sad Cheng, maybe one day I can practice to become an old demon of Montenegro, and then I can repay your love and help you get promoted and make a fortune..."

"How does it help to be promoted and get rich... Old man Du hasn't been promoted for many years, so it can be seen that he can't be promoted after being an official for a long time."

"Nerd, look at the jade pendant in my hand, can't you guess that I actually... like you too."

"Hmph, forget it, anyway, you don't know."

Mu Xuan held back her smile, scratched Fu Mingwei's palm, and blinked at the boy.

Fu Ming slightly curved his lips and smiled, raising his brows as if asking questions.

But Mu Xuan turned her head and didn't move anymore.

There was a slight sense of disappointment in the boy's eyes, he didn't know why the other party brought him here.

What Mu Xuan and Du Shuhai said gave him a half-knowledge. Is Du Man the little girl in the coffin? Fu Ming pursed his lips slightly thinking.

Fu Mingwei looked into a pair of flushed eyes, and he was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the person turned out to be No. 1 in the second class of the new division, Chuanlu Liu Linsheng.

He raised the corner of his lips and nodded towards Liu Linsheng, who was also surprised, his eyes fell on the hands he held with the girl in red, and there was a strong sadness in his eyes.

There is also a hint of envy.

Fu Mingwei understood almost immediately that the dead Du Man was Liu Linsheng's sweetheart.

Yin and Yang are separated, will he also be reduced to such a fate?

He unconsciously increased the strength of holding the girl's soft pancreas, breathing heavily for a moment, the wind in the mourning hall was getting stronger and stronger, Fu Mingwei coughed suddenly, his face turned red, and tears glistened from the cough.

"What's the matter?" Mu Xuan stretched out her hand to hug the boy weakly, and patted him on the back.

Fu Ming coughed for a while, and finally stopped. He felt that the vitality in his body was rapidly draining.

The figure in front of him was blurred for a moment and then returned to normal. Fu Mingwei coughed lightly again and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

[Host, the villain's health is declining at an accelerated rate. ]
The mechanical voice said worriedly, [Do you need to exchange the medicine for healing? ]
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mu Xuan's reaction, a small jade jar appeared in her hand, and she poured out a pill from it.

Mu Xuan raised the boy's chin, gently wiped the physiological saline that he coughed up, and said in a warm voice, "The weather in spring is still a bit chilly, don't be greedy for cold at night, take a medicine to suppress it."

"Okay." He swallowed the pill docilely, with a fragile resignation on his raised neck.

"Cough cough cough..."

Du Shuhai coughed heavily, his face sullen.

His daughter's bones are still cold, what happened to these two people, they kissed me in front of him and I got up!

Liu Linsheng stared at Du Man's corpse headband, his deep pupils stared at the jade pendant, eager to see through.

Du Man floated on the right side of Liu Linsheng, waving her small fist at him, baring her teeth and said angrily, "Do you want to get the jade pendant back? Well, you, men in the world really don't have a good thing!"

"Didn't you take it out and look at it just now? Put it back and don't move it. It's mine if you give it to me."

Liu Linsheng seemed to be bewitched, and pulled out the red tassel rope.

At this time, the wind was strong, and Du Man waved his sleeves angrily, blowing down a large piece of candles.

Seeing that Fu Ming's expression warmed up slightly, Mu Xuan felt relieved.

She raised her hand to apologize to Du Shuhai: "Uncle Du, the younger generation will be in chaos if you care about it just now, this..."

What happened to Du Man?Why are you suddenly so angry...

The jade pendant fell back into the coffin and fell into the layered clothes.

Only then did Du Man stop blowing the wind in satisfaction, and she suddenly noticed a strange thing, two people present looked towards the direction where she was standing.

One is Axuan, and the other is... Liu Linsheng.

Du Man shifted guiltily, and then realized that she was already a ghost, people couldn't see her at all, so she made a face at Mu Xuan, and whispered: "Ah Xuan, you brought your little lover to visit my mourning hall, You are too bad!"

"No." Mu Xuan said with a smile.

Liu Linsheng turned his head from Du Man's direction, glanced at Mu Xuan, and thought deeply in his eyes.

When Du Shuhai heard Mu Xuan's nonsensical words, he burst into tears suddenly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it vines?"

Du Man kept looking at Liu Linsheng, then glanced at Mu Xuan and Fu Mingwei, but didn't look at Du Shuhai.

Her eyes wandered, and she tried hard to force a smile, but the corners of her mouth collapsed, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Mu Xuan instructed the system, [Help me cover up. ]
After she finished speaking, she began to read complicated and difficult sentences, and the words full of compassion drifted to every corner of the mourning hall.

Du Man's spirit body appeared in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)