Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Although, it was not the first time these two appeared in front of him.

It's just that before, he relied on Zhao Feng's spells and concealment, and even escaped the death of two people back and forth, carrying the lower realm on his back to forcibly extend his Yangshou.

This time...

Maybe, maybe it's just a dream, right?

Zhu Yuan thought comfortingly.

However, the two ghost envoys in front of them took the initiative to walk a few steps forward and stood beside him one by one.

"Mr. Zhu Yuan, long time no see~"

Bai Wuchang still squinted his eyes with a smile, and greeted him very enthusiastically.

It's just that this smile, under that pale face that seemed to be wiped with ten pounds of flour, revealed an indescribable weirdness.

Zhu Yuan didn't respond to him, and even dared not to look at it a few more times.

The feeling all over his body became more and more real, which made him gradually feel a little unsure.

The old man can only pray constantly in his heart, praying that he will quickly wake up from this terrible nightmare.

It's a pity that the black impermanence on the other side seems to have heard what he thought at this time.

He only heard a low snort from his nose.

"Don't bother in vain, this is not your nightmare."

His tone is cold and warm, which is in great contrast to the white impermanence of the spring breeze.

Naturally, it is more terrifying than him.

As soon as he said this, Zhu Yuan couldn't bear it anymore, and his whole body trembled slightly.

The thin lips were shaking out of shape, and he whispered, "You, what are you going to do...!"

"Look at what you said~"

Hearing this, Bai Wuchang couldn't help covering his mouth and giggling, "What kind of work my brothers are doing in the underworld, Mr. Zhu Yuan, shouldn't you be very clear?"

After all, two ghosts suddenly added two extremely cold chains in their hands.

Zhu Yuan's wrists were handcuffed one by one.

Then, the two of them jumped forward at the same time and turned in front of Zhu Yuan.

At the same time, a piece of gold-like paper with a black background suddenly appeared between the two of them.

The paper floated up and down, making a cold, solemn, yet vigorous middle-aged man's voice.

"Bold Zhu Yuan, you rely on the psychic of the Yang Realm to deceive the temple by repeatedly falsifying and re-frauding your Yang life. You are truly unforgivable!"

"This temple has a special order for black and white impermanence. From now on, we will immediately arrest you to my Hades, and use sorcery with you to destroy the living beings in the sun. Both will be judged!"

When the voice of the paper fell, Zhu Yuan felt that the cold chain around his wrist suddenly became as hot as a fire, hurting and hot!

It was so painful that he couldn't help screaming again and again: "No...no!!! Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng come and save me!! Save me!!!..."

"Stop yelling, you break your throat, then Zhao Feng won't hear it~"

Bai Wuchang smiled helplessly and shrugged.

Then he pulled the chain at the same time with that black impermanence.

The three of them turned into three black fogs, and disappeared directly into this dim and bleak wilderness.

at the same time.

In front of the hospital bed outside, the instrument monitoring the old man's vital signs also made a long string of piercing noises.

...

In the early morning of the next day, all citizens of Qinghe City received a piece of bad news at the same time.

Their "hundred-year-old hero", Zhu Yuan, their greatest old man in Qinghe City, passed away in a thunderstorm night.

This bad news not only shocked the entire Qinghe City, but even the capital side immediately sent a letter of condolences in memory of this old man who had been honored for a whole century.