Urban Oddities: Soul Contract

exist?Come back, just write a few words? "

There really was such a breeze blowing, as if someone raised his hand, and a few more words were written on the thin soot.

Smoke less.

dad.

It was late at night, and Huo Minghai couldn't sleep.

Da Mao and Er Mao's voice was too loud, and through a wall, the crying and thumping sound went straight into the ears.

"It's so intense." Du Jiajun looked at the ceiling.

"Why is it the sound of thump, thump, thump?" Huo Minghai also looked at the ceiling.

Ermao kneeling = laying on the bed, his voice was hoarse from crying, his waist was clasped, his body rushed forward with Da Mao's strength, the bed board shook again and again, hitting the wall with a thumping sound.

"I've always wanted to ask, where did this thing come from?" Da Mao pulled out a section, dripped with lubricant, then pushed it in again with force.

Ermao wanted to cry without tears, and the hair stylist gave it as a friendly gift, saying that he and Da Mao were so ambiguous, that it would be useful sooner or later, but he did not expect that he used the lubricant on himself...

Er Mao couldn't stand Da Mao's tossing, his hands softened, and his face was buried in the pillow, which soon became wet with water.

Seeing that he was working so hard, Da Mao wanted to help him, touched between Er Mao's legs, and caught a =thick and =hard thing. Although Er Mao was crying, his body was =fucked=exhilarated honestly!

Da Mao was no longer polite, clasped his waist tightly, speeded up, pulled out the root, then poked the whole thing in.

"Ahh... slow down... fuck!"

"Aren't I = fuck = right here?"

"Don't you fucking know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?!"

"Can you be considered jade?" Da Mao grabbed Er Mao's dick, and slapped it vigorously, Er Mao let out a "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" spurts of thick semen=fluid=ejaculation.

"Stop! Stop!" Ermao wailed.

Da Mao stopped, waited for Er Mao to ejaculate = clean before continuing to exert force, and took the time to touch the bed.

"Tsk tsk, you wet the sheets."

"Woo... Smelly hair, haven't you inserted enough?!" Er Mao's legs were weak, and a sense of tiredness spread all over his body.

"I'm Smelly Mao, you're Stinky Er Mao." Da Mao pulled Er Mao's face and kissed him.

Ermao kicked him with his legs: "As an older brother, shouldn't you let your younger brother go?!"

"Fuck you?"

"Of course... ah... take it easy..."

"Anyway, I'm not your real brother, so why give way?" Da Mao hugged him tightly.

After coming out of the orphanage, Da Mao and Er Mao have been living together. Da Mao joined the TV station and called Er Mao as an assistant. The short films made by Da Mao and Er Mao have won many awards. The two can be called radio stars. Golden partner.

Da Mao and Er Mao behaved well for more than 20 years, until they met Gan Jiang Mo Xie, a good couple.

When I first kissed Ermao, Da Mao felt uneasy and didn’t know what the other person wanted. Er Mao’s personality was similar to Da Mao’s. , when Da Mao was washing his body, Er Mao took the initiative to kiss Da Mao, and the organs between his legs stood up hard, and then Da Mao realized that Er Mao also had feelings for him.

Ermao gave Da Mao the first time, and Da Mao made him feel an experience he had never had before. So there is something better than fighting=flying=aircraft?Ermao was thinking in a daze, the lower half of his body was numb, and as the big hair swayed, a strange stream of urine rushed to his forehead...

"It lasts forever." Du Jiajun looked at the ceiling.

Huo Minghai turned over and pretended to be asleep.

Du Jiajun also turned over, and when he hugged him, Huo Minghai froze.

"Why are you so nervous?" Du Jiajun laughed.

"No way!" Huo Minghai pulled away the hand around his waist. Although Du Jiajun was a ghost, his body temperature was hot. Huo Minghai couldn't help touching it, and even pinched it.

"Are you really that?" Huo Minghai met Du Jiajun's eyes.

"Yes." Du Jiajun kissed him, and asked cautiously, "Are you afraid?"

Huo Minghai shook his head and touched Du Jiajun's neck.

He obviously has a pulse and body temperature, so it's different from the ghost in his impression?

"In the underworld, only a few... ghosts... have the privilege of materializing."

"E.g?"

"Yan Wang, judge, Meng Po, black and white are impermanent..."

"Are they all high-level people?"

"Ah."

"That Chuanchuan?"

"Chuan Chuan is a medical researcher and has privileges."

"then you……?"

"Neither." Du Jiajun smiled bitterly.

Two exclamations suddenly sounded from the next door, which startled Huo Minghai and Du Jiajun, thinking that something had happened, they quickly stuck to the wall to listen.

Da Mao's voice came: "So intense?"

"Fuck! I don't want to either! Woohoo!" Ermao cried and cursed.

"You're angry?"

"roll!"

"Okay, I was wrong, you hit me."

After a few slaps, the big hairy groaned strangely, and the sound of yelling and yelling disappeared, and the two seemed to be kissing each other.

"It seems to be over." Huo Minghai thought about it.

"Go to bed early, we have to drive tomorrow." Du Jiajun waited for Huo Minghai to lie down, and lightly wrapped his arms around his waist, secretly glad that the conversation was interrupted.

He has the privilege of incarnation, but his identity is neither high-level nor researcher.

If Huo Minghai knew about it, he would probably be scared, right?

Once the new series of supernatural program "Send You Home" was broadcast, it caused a great disturbance in S City.

The show had neither guests nor hosts, and the whole process was filmed on location. The final scene was fixed at the entrance of the hotel. The boss watched the film crew leave alone, and beside him stood two clouds of mist, one large and one small.

Amidst the sad music, the audience's tears and noses were like a burst faucet, and they couldn't stop it.

Huo Minghai is also one of them.

"Look! Promise!" Du Jiajun took out a tissue and handed it to Huo Minghai.

"Will they...will disappear?"

"Yes, they have all become wandering spirits. After a long time, they will slowly disappear." Du Jiajun peeled the prawns, put mustard into Huo Minghai's bowl, seeing Huo Minghai's hesitant expression, Du Jiajun smiled Said, "Don't worry, someone is going to pick them up."

"Oh." Huo Minghai ate the wasabi-filled prawns one bite at a time, and his face was wet with tears unconsciously.

Over time, it will slowly disappear.

Mother, already hovering on the verge of disappearing.

After Huo Minghai came back, he found a cemetery for her, and it took a whole day to finish the process. Huo Minghai and Du Jiajun both knelt in front of the brand new tombstone, and his mother stood beside Huo Minghai, quietly looking at his tomb.

"Mom, you have worked hard all these years..."

Mother listened quietly.

"Mom, thank you for always taking care of me... I've grown up and my salary is pretty good, don't worry, I will take good care of myself...so...so..." Huo Minghai choked up and couldn't continue.

"This year is the deadline." Du Jiajun took Huo Minghai's hand lightly, "If you don't leave, there will be no chance in the future."

The breeze blew, and the fallen petals floated into the air with the wind. Huo Minghai lowered his head and had a sore nose.

A soft sigh came from beside his ear, and Huo Minghai felt his mother touch his head, and when he looked up, she had disappeared, and even at night, Huo Minghai couldn't find his mother.

"Is she gone?"

"Maybe let's go..." Du Jiajun was also not sure, took a tissue to wipe his tears, wiped away, and couldn't help but kiss his eyes full of moisture.

"Ming Hai...you and me..."

Du Jiajun hugged Huo Minghai into his arms, and secretly vowed to take good care of him and protect him.

He didn't know yet that they were about to face a permanent parting.

Du Jiajun completed the mission on a business trip and brought back a power core comparable to a generator. With the power core, the underworld was finally powered on. King Yan was happy, and with a wave of his hand, he personally wrote a document.

Specially approved to Du Jiajun, release notice after serving his sentence.

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☆、Special episode 1 "How to receive packages"

Extra Episode 1 "How to Receive Packages"

"What a cute backpack, where did you buy it?" The girl touched Huo Minghai's backpack after signing for it.

The backpack is bulging, and the eight beads are shining.

"Hehe, a gift from a friend."

The big backpack given by a friend lay motionless on Huo Minghai's back, and the eyeballs that were touched were tearing up uncomfortably. After leaving the community, Huo Minghai found a fast food restaurant, put the big backpack aside, and touched it: "It's hard work!" gone."

Chu Ganjiang was caught by his brother and spent the night, completely paralyzed and unable to get out of bed, the big spider volunteered to act as a bodyguard, Huo Minghai fed it with a piece of tofu, the big spider didn't even look at it.

"Do you want a loofah?"

The big spider still ignored him.

"Just like pineapple buns?"

The big spider rubs its paws.

"I'll go buy it after get off work." Huo Minghai smiled. A big spider that loves to eat pineapple buns is so rare. This guardian spirit can not only fight and resist, but also weave blankets and be used as a bed, and it also has other magical functions. , Huo Minghai waved his hand to check out, and said to the big spider, "Wallet."

The big spider spit out a bunch of keys.

"No, it's that big."

The big spider brewed for a while, and spat out a wallet.

The phone suddenly lights up, and Du Jiajun sends a message: Let's have dinner tonight.

Huo Minghai: Yes.

Du Jiajun: Nothing happened, right?

Huo Minghai: With Zhu Lang around, it's no wonder that something happened.

Du Jiajun: (╯3╰)

Huo Minghai: (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮(￣▽￣///)

Du Jiajun's cell phone wallpaper is a photo saved on Weibo. Huo Minghai is holding a package and standing in the sun, his body covered with a layer of glow. This photo has been forwarded thousands of times on Weibo. It is Huo Minghai's photo The most beautiful one, and the Weibo blogger became a platinum-level customer of various online shopping stores in order to see more of the courier brother. She met Huo Minghai again today, and not only pestered him for a group photo, but also took pictures of him. A few photos of cute big backpacks were posted on Weibo, sparking a wave of discussions, and netizens asked where they bought the backpacks.

Du Jiajun couldn't help laughing as he flipped through those comments.

Miss Xiaohua yelled a few times before Du Jiajun came back to his senses.

"Manager Zhong Kui is looking for you." Miss Xiao Hua said.

"Oh." Du Jiajun turned back and walked to the office.

"Du Jiajun, congratulations." Miss Xiaohua said.

"what?"

Miss Xiao Hua patted him: "Many people envy you. Get off work early today, go back and pack up your things. Li Cheng and Bai Yue will take you back in the early morning."

Li Cheng is black and impermanent.

Bai Yue is Bai Wuchang.

Under the order of Hades, Black and White Wuchang personally escorted Du Jiajun on the road.

After get off work in the evening, Huo Minghai and Du Jiajun went to eat together. As usual, the two talked and laughed. After dinner, they went to the supermarket and bought some snacks and pineapple buns.

When he came out of the supermarket, Du Jiajun suggested to go for a walk.

Huo Minghai didn't care, but the big spider was not happy anymore, it poked the pineapple bun with its claws, wanting to eat.

The two had no choice but to walk back. In the elevator, Huo Minghai secretly looked at him. Du Jiajun's profile was well defined, his sweaty hair was sticking to his ears, and there were still small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

"Handsome?" Du Jiajun asked.

"Not as handsome as me."

"Ming Hai..."

"Ok?"

"If I go, will you miss me?"

Huo Minghai tilted his head and looked at him, wondering if he was going on a business trip?

Sure enough, Du Jiajun said, "I'm going on a business trip."

"when are we leaving?"

"The car in the early morning."

"Oh...stay safe."

The big spider stretched out its claws to hook Du Jiajun's arm, and Du Jiajun put its claws back on Huo Minghai's shoulder.

"Be careful not to be seen."

Just as he was talking, the elevator door opened, and several aunts walked in, chattering about playing cards.

The big spider was quiet, and its eyes reflected Du Jiajun brightly.

After returning to the apartment, Huo Minghai dug out mustard-flavored potato chips from the bag and asked Du Jiajun to take them on the road to eat. Du Jiajun unpacked the potato chips and handed a piece to Huo Minghai.

"How long?" Huo Minghai asked while chewing potato chips.

"Go... for a while..." Du Jiajun paused, then added, "It's a bit long."

"Oh." Huo Minghai didn't ask any further questions. Seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, he was about to ask Du Jiajun if he was still going for a walk, when his eyes suddenly darkened. Du Jiajun touched his lips superficially, and buried his face in Huo Ming Hai's neck nestled, and he hugged him tightly.

Huo Minghai was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He blushed and patted Du Jiajun, telling him that if he wanted him, he could call or start a video, and he could check Weibo when he was free.

Du Jiajun didn't speak, just shook his head sullenly.

"Go and pack your things, the car in the early morning." Huo Minghai pushed him.

Du Jiajun hummed, let go of Huo Minghai, and went into the room.

Huo Minghai sat on the sofa, didn't watch a word on the TV, there was a drop of warm liquid in his palm, he felt in a trance as if it fell from Du Jiajun's eyes, Huo Minghai was still thinking about it, the drop of liquid didn't know I felt air-dried by the air conditioner, and in the end there were no traces left...

In the early morning, Huo Minghai was woken up by the alarm, and felt in a daze. He felt that the position was not right. He opened his eyes and saw that he had fallen asleep on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and his mobile phone was still on. When it was ringing, Huo Minghai groped on the sofa, then groped under the sofa on the ground, and finally found the covered cell phone under the bag of potato chips.

After Huo Minghai pressed stop, he lay back on the sofa and wanted to sleep for a few more minutes. Anyway, the phone was set to lazy mode, and it rang every few minutes.

Huo Minghai waited quietly for the phone to ring. Du Jiajun was on a business trip, and no one called him. He wondered how long the lazy mode was?It seemed to be 5 minutes, and it seemed to be 7 minutes. Huo Minghai tried hard to remember when the phone was last adjusted, but he couldn't remember it after much deliberation. up.

With Du Jiajun around, the lazy mode has not been turned on for a long time.

He was lucky to find out early, got up after setting the alarm clock, the bedroom was clean, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, Huo Minghai didn't think too much, washed up, took the big spider out, and started the day's work .

In order to go to Lushui Village, Huo Minghai took several days off in a row. All the rest time for this month was used up. He had to work for a month in a row to make up for the absence. The apartment lacked a person, and he was not used to it. But Huo Minghai was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow at night, and his life seemed to be unchanged, except that the lazy mode's N alarms resumed every morning.

There are not many goods today, and I got off work early, Huo Minghai opened the door of the apartment and smelled the fragrance of rice.

Du Jiajun is back?

The chef returned, and Huo Minghai, who ate fast food for N days, was very happy.

"Hey, what are you eating today? Did you bring any special products back?"

There was no one in the kitchen.

Is it on the balcony?

"Du Jiajun?"

No one on the balcony.

"Strange, what about people?"

There was a popping sound from the kitchen, and the smell of Laohuo soup permeated the entire apartment. It was Huo Minghai's favorite dried vegetable soup. Huo Minghai turned off the stove and tasted the soup. There were candied dates in the soup, it was sweet, The soup his mother cooked for him also tasted the same way. How many years has it been since he had eaten his mother's soup?

Huo Minghai's nose was a little sore.

Open the lid, and there are hot tomato eggs inside.

One dish, one pot of soup, only enough for one person.

Maybe Du Jiajun went out temporarily?

Huo Minghai took his wallet and went down to buy lo-mei. There was a new kind of spicy mustard in the supermarket, and Du Jiajun was the best. Huo Minghai thought that he had eaten all the food at home, so he also bought the mustard.

Huo Minghai was standing in front of the apartment with his things, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to buy wine, and it was just right to go with the braised meat, but then he thought it was wrong, although Du Jiajun can drink, but he gets drunk when he encounters wine, why buy wine?Huo Minghai felt that he was like a little daughter-in-law, shook his head, hum, he didn't buy it for him!

Opening the door, a familiar voice sounded.

"came back?"

The lo mei bag fell to the ground, and the mustard rolled to the ground with a clatter, and it was only when it hit a corner that it became quiet.

Mother was coming out with tomato eggs.

"Minghai, eat it while it's hot." She put down the tomato eggs and sat on the chair, looking very tired. Seeing Huo Minghai standing there, she greeted with a smile, "Come on, mom won't scoop up the soup for you. You have to drink and get it yourself."

Huo Minghai sat silently and picked up a piece of tomato egg.

"Is it tasty?"

"Ah."

"Fast food is not healthy, buy some food and cook it yourself." The mother's voice was a little tired, and she patted her son's head, "Ming Hai, Mom won't be with you for long, so take good care of yourself."

Mother's hand gradually became transparent.

It has been difficult for her to maintain her shape.

"mom……"

Huo Minghai's eyes became blurred, his mother became more and more transparent, and he almost couldn't see her clearly. He rubbed his eyes, trying to take a good look at her again, but suddenly there was a gust of wind, and when he opened his eyes, his mother was gone.

The big spider couldn't understand why he was so sad, and even forgot to pick up the bag that fell on the ground, so it pulled the lo mei over, leaned over the table and pushed the lo mei to Huo Minghai.

Huo Minghai touched the big spider's head, and in the aroma of tomato eggs and marinated meat, tears finally slid down...

At night, Huo Minghai sent a message to Du Jiajun.

A few seconds after it was sent, the phone lit up.

Huo Minghai clicked on it, and the system indicated that the message had failed to be sent, so he simply called Du Jiajun, the phone rang several times, and a cold female voice came.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is out of service area."

Call again, still not in the service area.

Du Jiajun went on a business trip and went to a place where the signal could not cover?

Huo Minghai put away his phone and got up to go online. Du Jiajun hadn't updated Weibo for several days. As soon as Huo Minghai went online, he received inquiries from many fans asking if they had a quarrel. It's been a long time since he saw anything.

Private messages flashed and flashed, overwhelmed, Huo Minghai thought for a while, and simply posted a Weibo.

Huo Huo: He's on a business trip @从从风流的俊

This Weibo was forwarded hundreds of times in an instant.

——Oh, luckily I'm on a business trip, it scares people.

— When will Junjun come back?

——Huo Huo, why don't you go with Junjun?

— Huo Huo, are you together?

Huo Minghai looked at them one by one, and suddenly realized that Du Jiajun's Weibo name didn't seem right?

He is a handsome horse, not a handsome handsome.

Huo Minghai posted another Weibo:

Huo Huo: Hey, this handsome guy, there is a typo, you should change your name. @handsome handsome handsome

The number of retweets on the new Weibo far exceeded the previous one, the topic was successfully transferred, and fans began to discuss Du Jiajun's Weibo name.

Huo Ming turned off the computer, and his eyes fell on Du Jiajun's desk.

The computer and table were covered with a thin layer of dust, Huo Minghai found a rag to wipe it off, and then covered it with newspaper.

Where the hell has he gone?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Huo Minghai began to think about this question that had been neglected all this time.

After Du Jiajun left, he didn't even make a phone call, his QQ avatar was grayed out, and he couldn't find anyone on Weibo or WeChat.

The large rucksack used when going to Lushui Village has been placed in the corner, the decorative bows and arrows and quiver are hung on the wall, and there is a pack of cigarettes in the grocery basket. Du Jiajun can smoke, but he has never been seen smoking in the apartment. Pass.

Huo Minghai poured out a cigarette and put it on his lips. After lighting it, he inhaled in a dignified manner. He was so choked that he couldn't catch his breath. He pressed his breath quickly. The smoke faded, but the feeling left in his lungs remained the same. .

Bai Yue was chatting in Zhong Kui's office.

After dealing with the haunting of Beishan Villa, they picked up a few ready-made detectives (ghosts) by the way. With their help in patrolling, Bai Yue and Li Cheng finally had free time.

Beishan Villa and Lushui Village, the two catastrophes calculated by the magic operator finally came to a successful conclusion.

"When are you leaving?" Zhong Kui asked.

"Leave tonight."

The door opened, and Li Cheng walked in with a bag of things, sat down beside Bai Yue, and opened the bag for him to see.

The bag was full of small eggs, Zhong Kui picked up one curiously, and commented: "It's so small, why don't you buy bigger ones?"

Li Cheng smiled coldly: "The big ones are fodder eggs, which are not delicious, but the small ones are good. They are pulled from wild chickens!"

Bai Yue corrected: "That's called laying eggs, not pulling eggs..."

Li Cheng: "Eggs are fine, now, let's go back and eat scrambled eggs."

"Oh, you can cook?!" Zhong Kui had never heard of Hei Wuchang having such a skill? !

Li Cheng raised his eyebrows: "It's very simple, do you want to hear it?"

"Think!" He leaned over and raised his ears.

Li Cheng flew over with a sharp eye: "It's a beautiful idea!"

Zhong Kui: "Cut!"

Li Cheng was thirsty and looked for water everywhere. The tea in the pot was still hot. Bai Yue handed him her cup. Li Cheng drank it all in one gulp and licked his mouth: "It smells so good."

Zhong Kui was so proud that his nose was upturned, thinking that Li Cheng was a good guy, he poured the tea into a small cup and handed it to him: "Try it, the tea soup will be really fragrant when it's steeped!"

Li Cheng took a sip and said in disgust, "It's hard to drink."

Zhong Kui: "Fuck!"

Bai Yue took a sip of Li Cheng's hand, and the tea soup entered her throat, leaving a fragrance on her lips and teeth. Bai Yue commented: "It's really good."

"Really?" Li Cheng drank it all in one breath, looked at Bai Yue and said with a smile, "Well, it's really good."

Zhong Kui rolled his eyes, as long as Bai Yue drank it, it would be delicious!How eccentric is this? !

Li Cheng tied up the bag and went out to buy soy sauce and pork.

Scrambled eggs with meat filling, add some soy sauce, Bai Yue likes it.

"You don't need to buy too much meat, just enough for one meal." Bai Yue warned, "It will go bad after a long time."

"understood."

"Why don't you buy them together when you buy eggs? Aren't they placed together in the supermarket?" Zhong Kui wondered. over.

Li Cheng's face turned red, he would not admit that he traveled all the way to the farm in the countryside, and after buying it, he couldn't wait to show the little eggs to Bai Yue.

Not long after Li Cheng left, there was another knock on the door.

Huo Minghai is here.

Bai Yue left wisely, walked to the door, and heard Huo Minghai's voice.

"Manager... Where did Du Jiajun go?"

Huo Minghai had a dream last night.

The mother sat on the chair, pointed to her side, and called her son to come over.

"Ming Hai, listen to what mother said." She held her son's hand and said anxiously, "Find a new place to live and change jobs, do you understand?"

"Mom..." Huo Minghai searched for a reason, thinking about it, which mother doesn't want her children to live well?So I chose the simplest explanation and said, "The company environment is good, and the treatment is pretty good..."

"Ming Hai, this company is not as simple as you think." The mother patted her son imperceptibly, "Do you know who Du Jiajun is?"

"……Know."

"Do you know who the people in this company are?"

"..."

"Ming Hai, in fact, you have already noticed it, right?"

Huo Minghai lowered his head silently, the person in charge of the underworld is the King of Hades, the boss of the company happens to be named Yan, Su Mu is the incarnation of the hawthorn tree, and Miss Xiaohua at the front desk is a cursed doll...

The colleagues in the company seem to be no different from ordinary people, but in reality?

"Ming Hai, listen to your mother and leave now."

——Leave quickly.

On the way to Lushui Village, on the train, the three words left by my mother.

Some things, maybe better not to know.

"Du Jiajun..." Zhong Kui was a little perplexed. He didn't expect that someone would miss Du Jiajun. After hesitating for a long time, he asked Huo Minghai, "Do you know who he is?"

"I know." Huo Minghai said calmly, "Ghost."

Zhong Kui heheed twice, and said vaguely, "He's gone home."

"Home?" Huo Minghai wanted to laugh, "Isn't he on a business trip?" Looking at Zhong Kui's inexplicable eyes, Huo Minghai was stunned.

The business trip was said by Du Jiajun himself, and only Huo Minghai foolishly believed it.

In fact, no one has confirmed it at all.

Huo Minghai remembered the reminder that he was not in the service area on the phone.

Du Jiajun didn't go to the deep mountains and old forests. He was not in any corner of the world at all.

Where is the ghost's home?

Hell?

Why did he go back to the underworld for no reason?

Zhong Kui didn't answer, but just talked vaguely, telling him to concentrate on his work.

"How to get to the underworld?" Huo Minghai changed the question.

Knowing that he wanted to find Du Jiajun, Zhong Kui cleverly made a detour and said with a smile: "If you have a package to go to the underworld, you will naturally know how to get there."

What Huo Minghai is in charge of is the package in the world.

Those who are sent to the underworld or the fairy world are managed by another group of people.

Zhong Kui knew in his heart that Huo Minghai actually had no chance to touch another dimension.

With his supernatural physique, it is too dangerous to go to the underworld, not to mention that Du Jiajun is at the bottom of hell.

Huo Minghai walked out of the office with a heavy heart, and when he looked up, he saw a man in white sitting beside him.

When he came to the office, the man was still chatting with Zhong Kui, and the two seemed to know each other very well.

For some reason, the word Bai Wuchang suddenly popped into Huo Minghai's mind.

He saw Bai Yue's handsome face and gentle smile, so he mustered up the courage to hand him the business card, pointing to the bag of eggs: "Do you want to send it?"

Bai Yue shook her head, picked up her business card and asked, "Did you receive the mail?"

Although the company has a clear division of labor, the business card does not indicate who the sender and receiver are.

"Well, for the receiver, if you want to send something, just call my cell phone."

A package is related to performance, and Bai Yue is happy to help him, so she accepts the business card.

For a few days, Huo Minghai often looked at the office area intentionally or unintentionally, but the man in white never appeared again.

Will the business card be lost?Huo Minghai thought dejectedly, when he got home, his cell phone rang before he changed his clothes.

A strange phone call.

"Hello, I want to send something." Said over there.

Huo Minghai's heart skipped a beat: "Excuse me, what are you sending?"

"Two packages."

"Is it clothes?"

"bone."

Huo Minghai: "..."

"...Do you accept it?" There was not enough confidence over there.

Huo Minghai choked, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Take it!"

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☆、Special episode 2 "How to deliver the package"

Extra episode 2 "How to deliver packages"

"What is he looking at?" one ghost asked the other.

"The thing he looks at is called a touch-screen phone, which is very popular in the world. It can change a lot of things when touched by a finger. It seems to be a Jobs brand."

"Jobs? Isn't he that famous foreigner?"

"Yeah, if he can stay with us, Ai Crazy 99 will come out."

The east is called hell, the west is called hell, there is fairyland in the east, and heaven in the west.

Jobs was a great guy, everyone in heaven and hell was clamoring for it.

"Oh, what a pity!"

"Shh, that's too loud!"

The two ghosts hid behind the tree guiltily, and waited for a while before poking their heads out to take a look. The guy in military uniform was still looking at his mobile phone, not paying attention to the movement here.

The two ghosts discussed again. The attraction of the mobile phone was too great for them. In the prison of the underworld, they were completely isolated from the world, and it was not easy to see things in the world.

"Is the phone nice?"

"That's for calling."

"Oh..." The ghost tilted his head, "Can I make a phone call here?"

Another ghost scratched its head: "It seems impossible."

"Then what is he doing?"

"Playing games?"

"I want a cell phone too."

"Grab it?"

"grab!"

The two ghosts clenched their fists to cheer themselves up, but neither of them moved.

The guy with the mobile phone was the one with the heaviest sentence, and was rated as a senior resident of the prison by the ghosts. They still have to call him senior in terms of seniority.

So the two ghosts continued to watch.

The cold wind blew the man's battle robe, and the buckles on the braid made a soft knocking sound. When the wind calmed down, his hair fell down, covering his handsome face.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Huo Minghai smiled brightly in the sun, looking at the camera with eyes as clear as a deer. There is no human network in the underworld, and the mobile phone can neither access the Internet nor make calls. Du Jiajun is glad that he saved the photos. I can still look at him when I miss him.

"The phone is blacked out, is it out of battery?"

"It seems to be... Hey, he got up, hide away!"

The two ghosts huddled together and shrank into the corner, but unexpectedly bumped into the third ghost.

The third ghost was bumped by them, and fell into the arms of the fourth ghost.

Everyone looked at each other, ouch, there are quite a lot of onlookers!

When Du Jiajun passed by, the ghosts of the onlookers popped their heads.

"I'm so envious, he can go to reincarnation."

"There's nothing to envy, you don't even look at how long he's been here."

"He can go, what about us..." All the ghosts sighed together when they remembered their situation.

The underworld stipulates that if there is special approval from the King of Hades, they can be released and reincarnated in advance.

But it is not easy to get the special approval, it depends on the mood of Lord Yan, God knows when Lord Yan will give special approval on a whim.

"Where's the charging station?"

"In the office." After answering, he suddenly realized that the voice was very familiar, raised his head, and met Du Jiajun's eyes.

"Thank you." Du Jiajun smiled at it, turned back and walked towards the office, leaving a group of ghosts in place.

After a while, they came back to their senses.

"Oh my god, I'm scared of shit!" The ghost clutched its little heart.

"Is there a shit?"

"It's coming out soon."

"..." The ghosts silently kicked it away.

"You say a person who is about to reincarnate, why are you still thinking about your mobile phone?"

"Maybe you want to reincarnate with your mobile phone?"

"Even if he is reincarnated, the mobile phone can't follow him! Money is something outside of the body, you can't bring it with you when you are born, and you can't take it away when you die!"

The ghosts fell into deep thought again.

"I don't know if he will keep his phone?" You Gui thought to himself.

"It's not the local tyrant's gold, so I don't like it."

"It would be nice to have an iPhone 6."

"Better than nothing."

"When is he going?"

"Looks like these days..."

Su Mu put down the list and looked at Huo Minghai in surprise.

Huo Minghai was drinking hawthorn tea happily.

Sumu Tantan file: "Did you make a mistake?"

"What's wrong?"

"That place...is not the place for you to go."

"Humans shouldn't go to hell?" Huo Minghai helped him translate.

Su Mu nodded.

"What will happen if I go?"

Su Mu thought for a while: "It doesn't matter, if human beings enter the underworld, someone will issue a pass."

"Do you still need a pass?"

"The pass is equivalent to a kind of amulet. With it, you can travel unimpeded in the underworld."

"Wow, it's so convenient!"

"However, if the pass is lost, then the end will be..."

"……At once?"

Su Mu made a hand knife and scratched his neck.

Huo Minghai: "..."

"Humans are usually not allowed to pass through the underworld." Su Mu added some hawthorn to the pot, and continued to serve Huo Minghai with tea, "But your situation is quite special, alas, Minghai, you really shouldn't accept this package."

The two packages were classified as S-level important items. There are special regulations for S-level items. Whoever receives the package will deliver it. It should have been the responsibility of another department, but Huo Minghai took care of it for some reason.

Fortunately, the place to send it to is the Palace of the King of Hell.

The road is not remote, Huo Minghai can come back soon.

Su Mu was afraid that Huo Minghai would be hungry on the road, so he kindly gave him a bag of candied hawthorn.

Since the hawthorn tree was transplanted, I don’t know whether it’s because of the good soil or the good environment. The hawthorn tree has produced another round of fruit, and bees have built nests on the tree. Sumu got some honey and made the hawthorn into candied fruit. It was very popular in the company, and even the research madmen of Tiandi Pharmaceutical hugged Miss Xiaohua's thigh one after another, pestering her to ask her to help make more.

"Aren't these children of Su Mu?" Zheng Chuanchuan said.

"This is called fruit! Fruit!"

"Good, good, fruit, fruit." Zheng Chuanchuan said vaguely while holding candied fruit, observing the tight soil under the microscope, "The taste is not bad, that kid Huo Minghai is really lucky."

"Hah!" Huo Minghai rubbed his nose.

The elevator had already arrived at the parking lot on the second floor, and several couriers walked out, leaving Huo Minghai alone. After the door was closed, the indicator light on the panel went out, and the elevator continued to go down.

One of the ghost gates leading to the underworld is just under the building.

Huo Minghai was a little hungry. He ate half a bag of candied fruit. The more he ate, the hungrier he became. Half an hour later, the elevator dinged and the door opened. Pavilions, towers, ancient streets, crowds