Fan Ming's reaction was unusually loud, and Yu Qing suddenly felt a little guilty.

He touched his nose subconsciously, looked up at the ceiling again, and said falteringly: "Just... I haven't been to the world for a long time, and I went the wrong way."

But he felt that Mu Yuanzhi was mainly to blame.

Fan Ming was silent for a while, and then gave Yu Qing a thumbs up, "It's really you."

He actually felt that it was not a surprise.

"Where is that person?" Fan Ming asked.

"I brought it back." Yu Qing was also sad. He had been poor for so many years, and it was the first time he spent money on someone else, but it was not his own.

The fine this time made his already poor bills even worse.

Fan Ming didn't know that Yu Qing's brain circuit had gone to outer space, so he was silent for a while before he said, "How much lifespan does he have left? The Lord of the Underworld is not here, so it's a bit troublesome to return to Yang."

Fan Ming's thoughts coincided with Yu Qing's. If his life expectancy is approaching, he might as well send someone to reincarnate directly.

It was dead anyway.

Speaking of this, Yu Qing's expression became a little more serious, "I can't find out his lifespan."

"In the book of life and death, there are only names but no life span."

Fan Ming's eyes widened when he heard this, "No lifespan? Is he not human?"

Before Yu Qing could reply, he overturned the statement himself, "If it wasn't a human being, you wouldn't be able to bring him back to the underworld."

Yu Qing listened to Fan Ming muttering for a long time, and rubbed his ears impatiently, "It doesn't matter who he is."

"Yes, you should send him back." Fan Ming patted his forehead, and dragged out a big box with a sense of age from under the bed.

The box was full of ancient books.

"Let me look for it." Fan Ming turned it up directly, "I just saw it a few days ago."

There is no dust in the underworld, but Yu Qing always feels a little choked.

He looked at Fan Ming who was constantly picking up books, hesitated for a moment, and lifted him up, "Wait, let's deal with the most important thing first."

"What else is there?" Fan Ming blinked his eyes, feeling inexplicably ominous, "You won't... break up that big brother's soul?"

The more Fan Ming thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. After he finished speaking, he threw the book in Yu Qing's arms and turned around to pack his bags. "Don't say you know me, we don't."

"No..." Yu Qing was a little helpless, he grabbed Fan Ming's collar with one hand, stretched out his hand towards the ghost, and spread his palm, "Lend me some money to pay the fine first."

Fan Ming: ...

Sooner or later, he broke up with Yu Qing.

Although Fan Ming really wanted to kill Yu Qing, but due to the huge difference in force between the two sides, he could only think about it.

While cursing and transferring the money to Yu Qing, he continued to search for ancient books that recorded Huan Yang.

After emptying most of the bottom of the box, Fan Ming found the book. Yu Qing subconsciously glanced at it, and felt that the book looked familiar, so he asked, "Where did you get this book?"

Fan Ming froze for a moment, recalled it for a while before saying, "Didn't you give this to me back then?"

Yu - the ultimate scumbag - Qing has no impression at all, probably he inherited it from the master of the underworld, so he didn't care.

He raised his hand to take the book, and after reading the contents, his expression suddenly became uneasy.

Yu Qing looked at the materials needed to return to Yang written in the book, then looked up at Fan Ming, and said quite seriously, "Why don't I just kill the ghosts to silence the mouth."

"Unless you don't want to live anymore." Fan Ming patted Yu Qing's shoulder, "I don't know about other ghosts, but Wuyou will definitely not let you go."

The whole underworld knew that Yu Qing and Wuyou didn't get along, and they had to fight every three days.But Wuyou can't beat Yu Qing, so every time he can only rely on deducting Yu Qing's salary to avenge his personal revenge.

Over time, Yu Qing became the poorest ghost in the entire underworld.

"Can these things really be found?" Yu Qing pointed to somewhere in the book, "Lover's Tears, Linglong Bones, Resurrection Grass, Bana Flower...or let's kill ghosts and silence them."

"Since there are records, we will definitely be able to find them." Fan Ming was silent for a moment, "At least, there are a bunch of Bianhua flowers."

Yu Qing looked up at him, "Underworld Lord is not here, who can pick it?"

Fan Ming choked for a moment, but couldn't refute yet.He was silent for a while, and then said with a wooden face: "Then you should kill the ghosts and silence your words."

-

This was the first time Mu Yuanzhi lived in such a small house.

The cramped room gave him a feeling of suffocation lying in a coffin, especially since the bedroom didn't even have a window, which made the suffocation a bit heavier.

Even though Mu Yuanzhi told himself many times that he was already dead and not to care about the underworld design of this bedroom, he still couldn't overcome the discomfort in his heart.

After all, it is normal for a person who has been a person for more than [-] years to suddenly become a ghost and be unable to connect to the underworld for a while.

The living room is slightly larger than the bedroom, but it's not much better.Mu Yuanzhi walked around the living room, looked at the distance between the chair and the table, and pinched his eyebrows.

It seems that the first thing he does when he becomes a ghost is to make money.

Just when Mu Yuanzhi was about to study the economic operation of the underworld, he suddenly saw a painting hanging on the wall.

That painting is not eye-catching, at least Mu Yuanzhi didn't notice it before.But since their eyes met, the sense of existence of that painting suddenly became stronger.

Mu Yuanzhi stared at the painting for a long time, and a few blurred fragments suddenly appeared in his mind.

Before he could think about it, his body walked towards the painting uncontrollably, and his fingertips slowly touched the edge of the drawing paper.

The next second, the painting suddenly emitted a golden light, and Mu Yuanzhi felt a pain in his head and passed out directly.

-

After leaving Fan Ming's house, Yu Qing was almost overwhelmed by the burden of life.Even though he was still young... well, he wasn't too young, yet he was burdened with heavy debts.

Yu Qing struggled and returned home. He just opened the door and almost died of fright.

The narrow single room can be said to be unobstructed. As soon as Yu Qing opened the door, he saw Mu Yuanzhi lying on the ground.

That person was enveloped by a faint black air.

"Mu Yuanzhi?" Although Yu Qing really wanted to kill the ghost, he didn't want to let him have an accident.

There was no blood on Mu Yuanzhi's pale face, and his lips and teeth were still trembling slightly.

Yu Qing hurriedly helped the man onto the bed. He stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on Mu Yuanzhi's forehead, only to see a flash of light, and the black energy was dispelled a lot.

After about 2 minutes, Mu Yuanzhi who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

"You..." Yu Qing withdrew his hand, his mood suddenly became a lot more complicated, "You actually don't have a whole soul."

He has stayed in the underworld for so many years, and he has never seen an example where an incomplete soul can be condensed into a ghost.

Is this person exceptionally talented?

"No, not all souls can't cross the Naihe Bridge..." Yu Qing muttered in a low voice, and his headache got worse.

He even wanted to send Mu Yuanzhi to reincarnation.

Isn't this a burden that cannot be shaken off!

Mu Yuanzhi's mind was in a daze, and the voices in his ears were distorted, and he couldn't hear what Yu Qing was saying at all.He lay on the bed for a while before asking hoarsely, "What did you say?"

"I said...you can't stay in the underworld for a long time." Yu Qing had a dull face, thinking that he had really gotten into a big trouble, "Your soul is incomplete, and if you stay in the underworld for a long time, your soul will fly away."

Mu Yuanzhi half propped himself up and sat up. He pressed his temple with one hand, with a painful expression on his face: "What happened to me just now?"

"Backed by Yin Qi." Yu Qing said back to him.

Seeing that Mu Yuanzhi's expression improved a bit, Yu Qing asked again: "Did you not listen to me and go out?"

There shouldn't be so much yin in his room.

Mu Yuanzhi frowned, "I didn't go out."

As he spoke, he pointed to the painting hanging on the living room wall outside the door, and said, "I just took a look at that painting."

That painting is one of Yu Qing's few possessions.

Yu Qing looked at Mu Yuanzhi's fingers, with a strange expression on his face, "You won't offend that painting, will you?"

The corner of Mu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched, and he couldn't understand Yu Qing's brain circuit, "I offended an old man?"

Is he full?

"Be respectful, that's my boss." Yu Qing folded his arms and clicked his tongue, "If you offend him, you may really become a pig in your next life."

Mu Yuanzhi pressed his forehead, "Yan Wang?"

Yu Qing nodded, and then corrected: "It's the Lord of the Underworld. That's what you call the King of Hades in the world."

Mu Yuanzhi didn't understand the difference between these two names, and didn't want to ask, but Yu Qing was so enthusiastic that he explained it to him.

"Actually, he was called Yan Wang at first." Yu Qing said, while handing a glass of water to Mu Yuanzhi, "But my boss is very stinky, he thinks the name of Yan Wang is not good, so we must call him Mingzhu .”

Mu Yuanzhi took a sip, curious, "Is the king of Hades an old man?"

In human books, in order to highlight the ferociousness of ghosts, the portraits of Hades are always vicious, and their age cannot be seen.

"That's not true." Yu Qing recalled his boss whom he hadn't seen for thousands of years, and he couldn't remember the appearance of that person for a while, so he said casually, "He is a young pickpocket."

When he just died, because there were not many laborers in the underworld, he was directly ordered by the underworld master to set up the 996 working method, and he continued to work for thousands of years.

"You have a big opinion on your boss." Mu Yuanzhi looked at the resentful expression on Yu Qing's baby face, and couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you afraid of being deducted from your salary?"

"Thanks to you, I was fined just now." Yu Qing pulled the chair and leaned back, "You should have noticed that I don't have any money. It's hard to find materials to return the sun, and you can't stay in the underworld for long. So, before you return to Yang, you have to go to work with me."

"I can apply for a job for you, but as a landlord you have to hand over half your wages."

Mu Yuanzhi: ...

The corner of Mu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched, and he couldn't hold back, "You don't need to have a tricky smile when you say it."

"Oh..." Yu Qing rubbed his face, "I'm used to it."

Just as he was speaking, the phone rang suddenly.

[Delivery member 996, since the delivery of your order is extremely bad, please go to room xx for a meeting as soon as possible. 】

The smile on Yu Qing's face froze, and he always felt that there was a word of danger on his wallet.

This meeting, shouldn't it be a conference?

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