Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The dormitory is quite modern, and it is not at all obvious that the people living in it are a group of old antiques that can enter a museum. The young man who was dozing off in the reception room on the first floor opened his eyes when Wu Cong entered the door, and his face Naturally put on a bit of a smile.

"Welcome back, Mr. Wu." His voice was clear and gentle, which made people approachable, and he was used to narrowing his eyes slightly to cover the frightening brilliance flowing in his pupils, making him even more amiable.

Wu Cong nodded in response, then pointed to Hotch behind him and said, "Give him a deck, and put it in my name."

"It's really an old house on fire, I can't wait." The young man teased, took out a thick book from the cabinet in the reception room, flipped through the blank pages and handed it to Hotch, "Drop a drop of blood on it."

Hotch glanced at Wu Cong, saw that he didn't say anything, cut his fingertips with the dagger in his pocket, and dripped a few drops of blood on it.

The bright red blood fell on the blank paper, but it did not bleed. Instead, several fine lines quickly spread out, forming a complex and strange pattern. Then, a phantom floated on the pattern and fell on the On the jade tablet that the young man took out at some point.

"Hold it well, remember to come to me in time to make it up if you lose it." He handed the jade medal to Hotch, with a smile on his face with just the right enthusiasm.

Hotch took the jade tablet, the lustrous white jade was streaked with blood, just like the patterns on the paper.

"This is an ID card." Wu Cong explained while pressing down the elevator, "With this, it will be easier for you to get in and out. If you want to buy something here, you can just swipe it. This is associated with my account, Lingshi and human beings. The currency used is not common, and... if you carry this, everyone will know that you are mine."

He laughed as he spoke, turned his head and kissed Hotch on the lips.

He has become very enthusiastic since arriving in China. Looking at Wu Cong's radiant face, Hotch reflexively felt back pain.

It’s a group dormitory, but the country didn’t treat these old guys badly. It’s a single-floor single-family house, and it’s decorated with all its heart. If there are any special requirements—such as Taotie’s request for a super-large kitchen, it will be satisfied as much as possible. Wu Cong lived on the fifth floor, the elevator opened but there was no door, a wall was blocked upright, and the jade card disappeared suddenly after being swiped, revealing the security door behind.

With the anti-dust technique, Wu Cong’s residence was the same as when he left. Wu Cong took out the luggage of the two of them and began to tidy up. By the way, he pointed to the location of the bathroom for Hotch and told him to take a shower first and then take a good rest. , The United States came all the way for more than ten hours, and the jet lag alone is enough to make people uncomfortable.

The dansha coiled on his wrist dazedly crawled down and rubbed towards his small room.

Wu Cong packed his luggage, because his actions would not be restricted by the underworld restrictions after returning to the country, so he told Hotch, and he was ready to go out to buy things.

——Although it looks the same as when I left, the refrigerator is actually empty, and all kinds of things have been taken away and never brought back, so I have to buy them temporarily.

Entering the elevator, I happened to run into Mr. Taotie's president, Wu Cong nodded to him, and said hello, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Mr. President replied, remembering that because Taotie wanted to cleanse the man in front of him, he would have to be evicted tonight and live in a cold suburban villa, and he could only eat food made by the chef, which was not tasty at all. After dinner, and driving to work alone the next morning, my face became even colder, and I was just short of having a domineering aura all over my body (not really).

Wu Cong didn't bother to explore why this guy was in a bad mood, he was all thinking about what to buy later.

The ingredients must be bought, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are indispensable, as well as daily necessities, such as pots and pans, toothbrushes and toothpaste are gone at home. In addition to these, Shennonggu’s health-preserving medicine bath, Baiqizong’s Things that cannot be consigned in the country, such as body armor, are also prepared at one time.

He kept thinking like a housewife in his heart, and he still had that calm and indifferent look on his face. After the elevator arrived, he politely said goodbye to Mr. President who had a bad face all the way.

Mr. President paused, and said: "The trading market in the north of the city has been demolished and moved to the north. You can find it by asking Wandering Soul to show you the way."

Wu Cong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Before I left, I heard that this guy was planning to acquire the land in the north of the city, but I didn't expect it to be done. This guy from the Taotie family should not be underestimated.

When he stood in the ultra-large commercial center with a very artistic shape, clear functional division and extremely convenient, he couldn't help feeling even more emotional.

Compared with this, the trade market where the three-storey small building used to do its own thing and set up a stall for business was simply a den of beggars.

Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Taotie, who only knows how to cook and eat, would have such a golden thigh in his arms one day.

Mr. President would not say that he opened such a commercial center to sell the vegetables in the farmhouse of that idiot Tao Tie.

While Wu Cong was shopping, Hotch took a shower and lay on the bed to rest. He was indeed a little tired. Immortality only guaranteed his immortality, but his body was still only slightly better than ordinary humans. Hours of flight can be exhausting.

He didn't have any problems with the bed, he closed his eyes when lying on the bed, and soon fell asleep in the fragrance of the sinking water in the room.

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Wu Cong bumped into a lot of acquaintances in the mall - in the tragic history a hundred years ago, there were quite a few people who secretly acted in disregard of the punishment of heaven, and they were liquidated by heaven afterwards. If it wasn't for Song Xia and the others who moved so fast, they might not even have the chance of reincarnation.

Wu Cong didn't care about the dead ones, but many of those who were still alive did accept his kindness, and were pulled back from the half-dead state by him, instead of going directly to hell to see their ancestors.

For these existences, Wu Cong has no difference between going abroad for a few years and not seeing him for a few days. When he met him in the mall, he took him to chat affectionately, and made an appointment to go out for an outing or drink someday. .

Then Wu Cong bumped into Song Xia who was standing seriously in the fruit and vegetable section picking oranges.

The Chief Assistant Officer under the Emperor of Fengdu still looked so cold and tired, his fingertips carved out of white jade lazily slid across the round oranges, picked up one he liked and put it back, and then picked it up again. One, casually thrown into the shopping basket in hand.

When he wasn't working, he didn't dress so formally. The double-breasted black shirt and linen-colored loose sweatpants softened his aggressive temperament and made him look less like the last time Wu Cong saw him. It was so oppressive at that time—or what happened during this period of time made this iceberg that has not melted for thousands of years and still hurt people's lives melted a little bit.

Although Song Xia's status is high, there are very few people in the world who really know him, so he didn't attract much attention in this bustling shopping mall, and even a few women who bought oranges enthusiastically taught him how to choose and compare. Sweet oranges.

After seeing him, Wu Cong stepped forward to greet him twice. Song Xia was not a talkative character, so he only responded with a few words, and then confirmed the time when Wu Cong went to the underworld to register.

"Speaking of which, we didn't expect that you would end up taking such a job." Song Xia said, "King Qin Guang almost blocked my door and cried, and made me restless for several days."

He said that he had a headache, but his expression was still the same. After choosing the oranges, he began to study which kind of small kumquats on the shelf would be sweeter.

"It's my fault." Wu Cong smiled and picked out a bag of small kumquats that were guaranteed to be sweet for him, then took two pears and put them in his shopping basket, "The days will be long, please be patient .”

"I'm more assured of putting you outside." Song Xia accepted the bag of small kumquats with a blunt smile, "There are always some blind people who want to make trouble, and it's easy for you to watch me outside " He said so casually, as if he was discussing whether these oranges were sweet or not, instead of telling Wu Cong that he was going to carry out a large-scale purge of the already understaffed Hell.

In this way, I estimate that as soon as I take office, I will work overtime hell.Wu Cong sighed in his heart, suddenly he didn't want to go down.

While they were talking, they saw a foreign man who was quite eye-catching in the mall walking over with a shopping cart, and he grabbed Song Xia's shoulders very naturally, "Have you finished picking the fruits?"

Wu Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, isn't this Mr. Lambert who was extradited by him from the United States a few days ago?

Lambert looks much healthier now than it did a few months ago. Standing next to Song Xia, he is actually a few centimeters taller than him. Under the rolled-up sleeves, you can see smooth and powerful muscle lines, which makes the majestic man beside him The chief assistant officer softened a bit.

Song Xia nodded, hummed in a low voice, poured the fruits in the shopping basket into the shopping cart, thought for a while and said to Wu Cong, "He is my current deputy."

Wu Cong understood that Song Xia was impatient with this job after working in hell for so many years. In the early years, he was expelled by the dragon and phoenix clan and had nowhere to go, so he had to sell himself to Emperor Fengdu for protection. Countless pairs of eyes were waiting for him to lose power and make trouble, and later he became famous and no one dared to mess with him, and he couldn't find anyone to take over the job at hand, so Feng refused to let him go.

Right now Lambert is called the deputy, and after a few thousand years Song Xia brings him out, it is estimated that he will be able to become a regular from the deputy.

And look at how they get along...

Wu Cong blinked, pretending not to see all kinds of lubricants in Lambert's shopping cart.

It even tastes like ginger.