I'm an ordinary person

An Lan leaned against the pillar, her expression remained unchanged, she just pursed her lips. A stronger ghost couldn't help but sweat for Mr. An.

So after An Lan experienced all kinds of hells, the legend that his face remained unchanged spread throughout the underworld within a day. After all, many people witnessed it with their own eyes, and there is no ghost to say it is a lie.

So, for An Lan, this was a round trip.Finally, after experiencing the last hell.

Cui Pan stood with his hands behind his back: "Since you have already received cruel punishment, but capital punishment is inevitable, and living crime is inevitable. If you are not punished, this matter will not be overturned, and other ghosts will not be able to convince others, so you can only be punished in Law enforcement in the underworld, you can't go to the underworld for eighteen years, can you object?"

An Lan pursed her lips. Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai were already urging them with their eyes. Those ghosts were also convinced and intimidated them. They didn't have the confidence to retreat in the face of so many punishments.

An Lan finally lowered her head: "No objection."

Ever since, Mr. An has become the No. 1 person who must not be messed with in the entire underworld, and has also become a myth in the entire underworld. They also kept secret about what mistakes Mr. An made, and buried it in their stomachs.

The other ghosts and gods were also very satisfied with this matter. After all, although it was only a superficial punishment, at least it gave them enough face.

The lifespan of human beings is too short and fragile. When he finished his punishment, he got the news that they had passed away...

The memory was interrupted by a warm embrace, "It's all over." He didn't like to see his lonely look.

An Lan didn't turn her head back, "Are you awake?"

The small stone was also a blessing in disguise. After absorbing two stones, he might have eaten enough and slept for several days.

"Yeah, because you're telling me you need me."

An Lan said stiffly, "No." But her mood improved a lot because of the bickering.

The young Taoist priest with the ball head was obviously very entangled, with a bulging face. He has been entangled since he thought about killing the Quartet last time and finally recognized a father.

"Brother, brother!" Luo Sining rolled up his overly fat sleeves.This suit is obviously too big.This is his brother's clothes.

But there is no way that Luo Sining has no money, but his senior brother

What about the evil of making money?Rather than being beaten up by the master, he would rather live with his senior brother in this small rented room with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. Don't look at it being hot in summer and cold in winter, and leaking, but the price is cheap.

"It's called soul." Luobang Jiwotou came out of the narrow bedroom, pulling a pair of flip-flops that were about to be scrapped at any time, like a decadent middle-aged uncle.

Luo Sining showed a flattering smile, staring at the bright phone screen.

"Brother, do you want to send happy holidays every festival?"

"That's it? For sure, let's not talk about it, I have to catch up on sleep, I'm so sleepy, and at night, I have to go to the bottom of the overpass to tell my fortune." Said the last, very sad.His majestic and mysterious apprentice will be regarded as a liar, and he will have to fight wits with the city management.

"I see~" He immediately typed a few words.

Dad~Happy Ghost Festival.

But would it be too shameful?

Why do you feel that something is not right? "Wait!"

While making jokes, An Lan's expression changed suddenly.Because he sensed an aura that was not in harmony with him.

Sure enough, as An Lan thought, he saw a smiling and elegant middle-aged man walking unhurriedly from a puff of smoke.

An Lan didn't raise her head, she just stared at the yellow paper, burning a few from time to time: "Why are you here?"

"Captain An doesn't welcome me?"

An Lan laughed twice: "It seems that you are quite self-aware."

The relationship between An Lan and Cui Pan is not that bad, especially after Cui Pan helped him, in fact, the relationship between the two has improved a lot, if it wasn't for that...

An Lan lowered her eyes, pointed the small stone in my hand towards Cui Pan, and secretly thought, should I let him experience the power of the small stone?

Cui Pan still had the same expression, couldn't see other expressions clearly, his eyes stayed on the lively little stone, then he looked away, and said, "Would you like me to come in and have a seat?"

That natural attitude made An Lan, who had always been thick-skinned, amazed.

Seeing that the fire was a bit extinguished, An Lan threw a few more pieces of yellow paper. "I remember you haven't given your housewarming gift yet."

"Our relationship still needs that vulgar thing?"

"I need it, I'm poor." He replied confidently and without hesitation.

Cui Pan pondered for a long time, and said, "Don't you want to know what happened back then?"

One side of An Lan's face was pale and cold. He didn't even notice the fire licking his fingertips, and the small stone rolled down from his hand, doing non-standard free-fall movements to extinguish the fire.

An Lan felt the burning pain, and only the sound of small stones falling into the ashes of the paper came to his senses.Eyes lingered on his face, "Are you so kind?"

Standing up from the threshold, "Come in."

"Looks like a good life."

An Lan signaled the little paper figurine to lift up the dirty little stone, and threw it into the plastic cup prepared at the side. After passing through the water several times, the little stone finally felt that his image had improved, and crawled into An Lan's pocket along his trousers .

An Lan closed the door, and Cui Pan didn't see him at all, and put the teapot on the small stove on the table.

He took a sip of the tea, "The tea tastes good." Much better than the bad tea in the underworld.

An Lan didn't answer, she pulled the chair away and said, "You sat in my chair."

"No wonder you say this chair is so soft." He didn't mean to move at all.

An Lan rolled his eyes. He felt that the chair he liked was dirty, so he would ask Jian Ke to chop it up and use it as firewood tomorrow.

Jian Ke, who was listening to music on the couch, suddenly sneezed, touched the goosebumps on his arms, and looked around vigilantly, the boss must be messing with him again!

Little Shitou had already climbed onto the tea table and bared his teeth at Cui Pan. If it was a dumpling, it would definitely explode.

Cui Pan put down the teacup, and touched it with his hand without any fear, and suddenly a pain surged from the depths of his soul, he withdrew his hand, and it really was that lord.

An Lan was obviously very happy to see him deflated. She sat on the chair and wiped the touched part with a paper towel. Xiao Shitou also acted affectionately, saying: "My little Shitou is naughty after all, you probably don't mind."

"Why do you mind, it's just that it seems a little too lively, and it needs to be taken care of."

Little Shitou seemed to understand something, and hid in An Lan's hands to be cute, and forgot to warn him.

"You don't need to worry about that," An Lan knocked on the table, "Let's get down to business."

After the tea was boiled, Cui Pan poured himself a cup of tea unhurriedly, and said, "Their deaths have nothing to do with us, they did it voluntarily."

The author has something to say: This story is coming to an end~ Guess what the next story is about, there are hints in the previous article~