Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, I was working as a detective in Chang'an

The ghost domain messenger said: "Why do you come here?"

The fat man said: "I want to know how my grandfather died?"

The ghost domain messenger said: "Zheng Jiagong is a person I respect very much, but he is unwilling to trade with me, so he must die!"

I thought the fat man would be angry, but unexpectedly he was unusually calm. He said:

"What deal?"

The Ghost Realm Messenger turned around, his face facing the west, his eyes looking into the boundless night, he was silent for a while, and said:

"This dirty world is full of intrigues, the weak and the strong. Men are constantly creating killings and disputes for the supreme power. How can there be any mercy. In this case, you might as well make a deal with me, and I will give you what you want. , you give me your soul.”

Fatty said: "Not everyone desires power."

The Ghost Realm Messenger laughed three times in a row, each sound sharper and harsher than the last, and said: "You say you don't desire power, that's because you have never had power, even a small amount of power. When you can use your power to When you make things difficult for the people you can, or when you use your power to control the fate of others, you will find that power is so wonderful that you will become addicted."

The fat man said: "Power is not for personal gain, nor is it for bullying others. Isn't it too biased for you to understand power this way?"

But after listening to it, I actually felt that what this ghost said made sense. I felt a little ashamed of my incorrect views and said:

"How much power can you give us?"

The messenger from the Ghost Realm turned to look at me. His face was really unflattering, it was really ugly.

He said: "It depends on your value. If you two are willing to make a deal with me, I guarantee that within three years, I will make you less than one person and more than ten thousand people. By then, what do you want?" They all have it, money, beauty, and status are all not worth mentioning."

I asked: "Did both Gongsun Yi and Wei Erye sell their souls to you?"

The envoy from the Ghost Realm said: "Otherwise, a small military sergeant could actually become a commander and become the overlord of a party in just a few years. This is something that others cannot achieve in several lifetimes."

The fat man said: "If we give our soul to you, will it still be me? What's the use of having more power then?"

The Ghost Realm Envoy said: "Don't be as stubborn as your grandfather. I know you have some tricks, but in front of me, the Ghost Realm Envoy, those tricks of yours are not worth mentioning at all."

He stared at the fat man and continued: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with making a deal with me. You are still you, and you can have supreme power."

The fat man said: "Without a soul, what's the difference between a human being and a walking corpse? What's the point of having power then?"

The messenger from the Ghost Realm said: "Then are you willing to be an ant and be trampled on by others? Boy, are you really willing to be a despised coward for the rest of your life?"

The fat man didn't hesitate and said, "The Zheng family has been doing it for several lifetimes, why can't they continue doing it?"

The Ghost Realm Messenger sighed and said, "Oh, you are as stubborn as your grandfather."

The fat man said: "I just want to ask you, how did my grandfather die?"

The Ghost Realm Messenger stared at the fat man, with an imperceptible killing intent flashing in his eyes, but his face was understated, and there was no expression at all.

He said: "I have tens of thousands of ways to kill people, and I used the most merciful one for him. He scared himself to death."

The fat man said: "Impossible. In addition to breaking the prison, our Zheng family has also been practicing Fu magic for hundreds of years. We also have strange eyes that scare gods and ghosts. How could he be scared to death by himself?"

The Ghost Realm Messenger became a little impatient and said: "If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do. If you don't make a deal with me, then you can go down below and ask Grandpa."

The fat man said: "I will neither make a deal with you nor die!"

The messenger from the Ghost Realm said: "Maybe you won't die, but the brother and the woman who came with you must die!"

I felt a little aggrieved when I heard this. Is this guy treating himself as the King of Hell? Who should die and who should die? cut!

I said: "The fortune teller told me that I will live to be 90 years old, so it will take decades before I die."

The messenger from the Ghost Realm said: "Didn't the fortune teller tell you that there will be a bloody disaster today?"

As he said that, he turned around and stretched out a hand towards me, a hand that was as thin as a withered stick. I immediately felt as if someone was pinching my neck, and it was pinched tighter and tighter, so tight that I couldn't breathe. The feeling of dying comes again!

At this moment, I actually had the urge to die quickly. A weird smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I completely lost the ability to resist.

When the fat man saw that my eyes were straight, my face was red from holding back, and I felt like I was suffocating, I knew that I was being tricked by the messenger from the ghost realm. He muttered a mantra, then made a fingerprint and touched my forehead. I immediately felt a slight pain and suddenly woke up.

The Ghost Realm Messenger was a little surprised when he saw me waking up, and said to the fat man: "Sure enough, the Zheng family boy still has a few tricks up his sleeve, but no matter how powerful you are, you will die here today!"