Reincarnated as a ghost queen, I became the rich woman of the sky and the tyrant

Died before birth, what a bizarre description.

But as soon as Yuan realized it, the other party was talking about ghosts, and ghosts really couldn't be considered living people.

The Son of God was first shocked that the ghosts in his memory had no lower limit to this point, and even this kind of thing could be done.

Later, he began to wonder, the one he chased and killed should be a male ghost in essence.

Has there been no lower limit for ghosts now?So scary!

Even Ji Guoyuan is amazed by this spirit at the moment, and feels that it is too hard.

What Grandpa Huzhan told was obviously not a good story, especially when he found out that his son and daughter-in-law were all dead, and the person standing in front of him alive was something he didn't know what it was.

That sadness can infect anyone.

Yuan Yi listened calmly. He knew that what the other party needed most was not words of comfort. This strong old man could get out of the painful past on his own. The only thing he could do was to hear the other party's words clearly, and then deal with that creature.

Grandpa calmed down.

... Although this creature bears the face of his daughter-in-law, Huzhan Wasuke knows that she is not human at all now.

"She behaves just like in the past every day, except that her belly is getting bigger and bigger every day. Sometimes I feel scared when I look at her smiling face, and I have doubted her purpose." Grandpa looked at the photo: "She was giving birth to You Jen left after that."

"I don't know where she came from, and I don't know where she went."

Yuan Yi heard the whole story, but his natural cautiousness still made him ask a few questions.

"After you found out that she was an imposter, did she have any abnormalities?" Ji Guoyuan carefully recalled the fragmentary memories: "For example, she can't bask in the sun?"

"Why can't she bask in the sun?" Grandpa shook his head: "Without this shortcoming, she looks no different from ordinary people. She can eat and sleep, and her body is warm."

"The only difference may be that there is an extra row of sutures on the head, which is usually covered with a hair band."

As soon as Ji Guoyuan felt something was wrong, he continued to ask: "Then will she have dinner with you on weekdays?"

"...Not many times." Grandpa Huzhang thought carefully: "But there are still some, and there are not many to eat."

This seems to be right again.

At this moment, Ji Guoyuanyi, the son of God, seemed to have returned to the past.

Huzhan Wazhu didn't intend to get any response, but just felt that he should say these things: "...I hope I can help you a little bit."

Yuanyi expressed his gratitude: "It is very useful, and I am very grateful that you will tell me this."

"Also, Yuren is a good boy, no matter what he is my grandson." Grandpa said firmly: "I will tell him to help others no matter what, his extraordinary talent can only be shown in this area Play to his full potential."

Yuan Yi was silent.

In the kitchen, Youren was standing by the sink washing the dishes. Grandpa and Yuanyi hadn't come out after washing for a long time, so he couldn't help stretching his head to look around.

"Grandpa." After finally seeing the tiger fighting against Japanese help, Yuren immediately ran down from the stool and moved to the other party's side: "You have been walking for a long time."

"Hmph." Grandpa's temper is still very bad: "We've been walking for so long, and you haven't washed the dishes!" He made sure: "Youren, you're lazy!"

A strange guilty conscience flashed across the face of Knotabagi Youroto, and the child tried to be cute to pass the test.

Ji Guoyuan looked at everything he saw with a new attitude.

In his transparent world, Yuzu Yuhito is completely human. His muscles, bones, and blood are exactly the same as those of ordinary people. The only outstanding possibility is his explosive power!

Youren Yuzhang also noticed Yuanyi's silence, and greeted him with a raised face: "Brother Yuanyi."

Ji Guoyuan subconsciously showed a warm smile.

Youren moved to Yuanyi's side, not wanting to stay with the bad-tempered grandfather, he took Yuanyi's hand and suggested: "Let's go out and play!"

All the scrutiny disappeared in an instant, and Yuanyi, the son of God, changed back to his previous appearance: "No... no, the dishes haven't been washed yet."

Xia Youjie's information was sent to Yayoi Yueyan's desk. The ghost king read it once, twice, and three times, and finally asked Luo Ji hesitantly: "Do you think Ji Guoyuan will also have a curse core?"

Fallen Ji was dumbfounded.

Yayoi Tsukihiko continued to ponder: "If this so-called magician eats the core of the magic spirit with memory, will he be able to see the memory of the other party?"

Fallen Ji continued to be confused.

Yayoi Tsukihiko didn't dare to think anymore, he slapped the table and stood up: "This guy feels more dangerous than Gojo Satoru!"

Then he asked Luo Ji expectantly: "Do you think Zenyuan Shier can handle the two of them by himself?"

Finally there was a question she could answer, Luo Ji heaved a sigh of relief and said the truth: "I don't think so."

"What a coincidence, I don't think so," Yayoi Tsukihiko carefully calculated his subordinates, Kazuru Kazuki Hei Shimou had already been dispatched, and this was to deal with Ji Guoyuanyi.

Shangxian Ertongmo needs to run his Wanshi Bliss Sect, and is also responsible for the purchase of items, which is not suitable no matter what. Good example, asking for leave is not a good behavior, neither can Yuhu and Luoji.

Yayoi Tsukihiko finally decided: "Notify Bantengou, let him bring his curse spirit friends to Sendai to play the autumn wind."

"It's not a loss if you kill one, and you earn a profit if you kill two. There can't be any redundant characters on the battlefield between Ji Guoyuanyi and Heiximou."

Zenyuan Shier is still wandering around with Heishi Mou, and Yayoi Tsukihiko has insisted on exchanging good morning, good afternoon, and good night with Zenyuan Shier every day in the past few days, and intimately expresses that he has more fun, and finally rubs his hands secretly Ask how long it will take him to come back.

At this time, the Chanyuan can't even answer. At this time, the sky and the tyrant can only vaguely say: "Just these two days."

How long he wants, this time does not depend on him, but depends on two unreliable magicians.

Speaking of those two people, Zenyuan Shier was also a little angry.

The messages he received these days were all about which dessert shop Gojo Wu went to, what kind of dessert he bought, which dessert shop Gojo Wu went to, and what kind of dessert he bought...

Simply, outrageous.

Zenyuan Shier couldn't help laughing out loud, feeling happy for the Wutiao family who has such a son of God.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the map, marking the places Gojo Satoru went to every day, and then marking the remaining dessert shops, and found that in just a few days, the other party's footprints had spread all over Sendai.

There was only one corner left.

Thinking of this, Zenyuan Shier proposed to Heishimou: "Mr. Steward, let's try the most expensive steak in Sendai tonight. If the taste is good, we can bring Yue Yan to try it next time."

Hei Si Mou was originally immersed in his own thoughts, when he heard this, he almost subconsciously broke the newly made bamboo flute in his arms.

His hands are very steady now, and his knife skills are not what they used to be. The flute he makes now is completely different from the flute that was rough in workmanship but was carried on his body by fate for a lifetime.

More refined and better looking.

When Zenyuan Shier was sleeping in the house, he had been repeatedly trying to make an identical flute, but failed.

"Yuanyi..."

He also wanted to restore the previous flute, but he dismissed the idea as soon as it crossed his mind.

The voice of Zenyuan Shier came from the side of my ear: "Let's go eat steak, you pay, and ask Yueyan for reimbursement when the time comes. Speaking of which, I haven't come to Sendai to relax..."

"Snapped."

His dream was shattered.

Hei Si Mou told himself that the best ghosts are often not only powerful, but also their endurance is second to none, just like Lord Wu Mi, he can do anything to survive!

Now it's his turn. In order to have a short challenge time with Yuanyi and complete the task of Mr. Wu Mi to solve the other party, he endured the Zenyuan Shier for a while.

Hei Si Mou's tone was calm, it could not be seen that he had tried to calm down his anger just now, but he was still isolated from the world and didn't know the world's fireworks: "I can do it, I can do it."

Zenyuan Shier suggested: "Then let's go there now, you come to take a taxi."

Shang Xianyi calmly took out his mobile phone, and then hailed a taxi by the side of the road.

Thanks to Zenyuan Shier, he is very familiar with these trivial matters now.

Gojo Wu pulled Xia Youjie into the assistant supervisor's car, and said in a high-pitched tone, "Let's go, the goal is the dessert shop!"

Xia Youjie couldn't take it anymore, he showed a conciliatory expression to the assistant supervisor in apologetic way: "Wujo Wu, give me enough time, we are completing the task, not traveling."

"You go to eat dessert every day, and let me explore the surroundings alone. I will truthfully report all these things to Teacher Ye Moth."

"Don't be like this, Jie," the eldest young master Wutiao blinked his beautiful blue eyes: "He obviously brought you a present~"

Heishimu took a taxi and calmly sent Yayoi Tsukihiko the itinerary of the Zenyuan Shier and the next destination.

"Chanyuan Shier gets up at nine o'clock in the morning, walks the streets and alleys every day, eats all kinds of things, and doesn't pay attention to the task at all, Mr. Wu, I think he is completely unreliable..."

With six eyes fixed on the screen, after the transmission, Hei Si Mou was still a reliable winding one.