New Times, New Hell

After coming out of the clubhouse, Yu Zhengdu and Shang Que took a taxi back to the hotel.

The hotel they stayed in was booked by the organizer according to the standard of the guests, because both of them were men, the organizer booked a standard room for two people.

A lot of things happened that day. After returning to the hotel, Yu Zhengdu slumped on the bed and refused to get up. Seeing this, Shang Que didn't propose to go out to eat, but took out his mobile phone and started ordering takeaway.

He proficiently opened a takeaway red envelope sharing group run by the programmers of the subsidiary company, clicked on the links one by one to grab red envelopes, then opened the takeaway software, after ordering something, selected the largest available red envelope, and then sent the new red envelope link to on the group.

After a set of operations, it is really smooth and smooth, so smooth that it makes people feel distressed.

...I can't see the demeanor that a big collector should have.

Yu Zhengdu, who had witnessed the whole process, couldn't help laughing. Thinking of what Shang Que said when he was in the club, he pondered for a while and asked, "Boss, are those things from the Song Dynasty in your hands all your own?"

"Well, I used it before." Shang Que seemed a little speechless, "It wasn't a good thing at that time, but after a long time, it became more expensive... Sometimes people's values ​​are really strange .”

"Because human life is very short, let alone a thousand years, even a hundred years ago is a long time for human beings. Because we can't see it, we can only trace the source through these old things."

"Maybe." Shang Que obviously couldn't understand this kind of emotion, but seeing Yu Zhengdu explaining to him seriously, he still thought about it seriously.

"Speaking of which, you have lived for so many years, so you should still have a lot of good things." Yu Zhengdu turned over, lay on the quilt and looked at him with bright eyes, "What Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty, can you also give me Get acquainted."

"No." Shang Que paused, turned his head sideways, "I have never experienced the later dynasties, and I don't have anything from that time."

Yu Zhengdu was stunned for a moment, and the legend about the ghost king of Luofeng Mountain that Mu Daochang told him suddenly appeared in his mind——

The ghost king of Luofeng Mountain was reborn from the evil spirit. He has no previous life and does not enter reincarnation. He was born with the ability to control thousands of evil spirits.

He should have become a legend in the Three Realms. In fact, the few words left over thousands of years ago really proved how the ghost king of Luofeng Mountain was very prosperous for a while, and even many people in the world worship ghost kings instead of righteous gods.

But it seemed that suddenly, the ghost king disappeared. After that, there were no legends about the ghost king in the world, as if he had never been born.

Regarding this point, Yu Zhengdu had made many guesses before, but he never thought that it would be the answer.

No wonder Shang Que clearly did not shy away from mentioning the past, and from time to time would scold those TV dramas with a background in the Song Dynasty, but he never mentioned any dynasties after the Song Dynasty.

He has not experienced the later era, so where is he in these 1000 years?What are you doing again?

Yu Zhengdu looked at Shang Que, and Shang Que looked elsewhere, leaving only a deep and cold side face, his eyes were as black as a bottomless deep pool, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Shang Que came back to his senses. He noticed Yu Zhengdu's eyes from the corner of his eye, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you interested in things from the later dynasties?"

"No, I just said it casually." Yu Zhengdu had a lot of questions in his heart, but he didn't ask any further. He smiled casually and changed the subject, "I'm just interested in your property, can you give it to me again? read some?"

"What's so interesting about belongings." Shang Que said reservedly, but his emotions rose visibly to the naked eye. He touched his pockets and began to take things out, "But if you want to know, I'll show you... ..."

He glanced at Yu Zhengdu from the corner of his eye, and casually took out a piece of paper: "Actually, my conditions are not bad, I also had a house in Bianliang 1000 years ago..."

"This is my land deed at that time." He handed the paper to Yu Zhengdu, thought for a while, as if he was afraid that Yu Zhengdu would not understand, and then added, "Bianliang was the capital at that time, you know that, right? It’s equivalent to owning a house in the emperor now.”

Yu Zhengdu took over the land deed: "..."

Is the boss showing off his wealth?

Just as he was thinking about it, Shang Que handed over another egg-sized bead, crystal clear and extraordinary, and said implicitly: "This is a luminous pearl, it will shine at night."

Yu Zhengdu had a sudden heart attack, and he couldn't help feeling a faint hatred for the rich... The night pearl the size of an egg, even a commoner like him who knows nothing about gems, knows that this pearl is absolutely priceless.

It's not enough for Shang Que to show off the house, but also to show off jewelry?

The simple boss who agreed to order takeaway and grab red envelopes together!

After Yu Zhengdu took the beads, Shang Que continued: "...I used to embed this in the carriage for lighting, and the car I used back then was not bad."

Yu Zhengdu:? ?

No, boss, you took out a priceless gem, and then focused on introducing your car?

Is this the modern version of the legendary "Buying the Box and Returning the Pearl"?Show off your car with jewelry?

When Yu Zhengdu was puzzled, Shang Que suddenly looked away, and said the last sentence calmly: "And I don't have parents."

The ghost king was born in Luofeng Mountain, he has no past life, no reincarnation, so naturally he has no parents.

But why did the boss suddenly say this?

Yu Zhengdu looked at the land deed representing the property in the capital city and the Ye Mingzhu representing the car in his hands in confusion, combined with the last sentence of the boss, and then he had an epiphany.

Depend on!

Isn't this the best marriage partner in the legends - with a car and a house, both parents died!

Yu Zhengdu looked at Shang Que dumbfoundedly. Don't look at the boss's inability to fall in love, but there are piles of coquettish routines.

Seeing Yu Zhengdu's helpless expression, Shang Que didn't know what he was thinking, so he tentatively asked, "Don't you like it?"

Yu Zhengdu: "No..."

Before he finished speaking, Shang Que had already taken out "You Song Feng Ge" from his pocket: "Do you like this better? Then I'll give you this."

Yu Zhengdu was caught off guard and another scroll of paintings was stuffed in his hand, he couldn't laugh or cry: "That's not what I meant."

"It's okay." Shang Que said, "I can give you whatever you want."

"You haven't told me why you gave me something." Yu Zhengdu looked at him steadily, with a slight smile, "I won't accept anything without a reasonable reason."

His eyes were clear and bright, and his eyes were burning, which made Shang Que lose his mind for a moment.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Yu Zhengdu was not in a hurry, his voice was not loud, but it was clear and clear, which made people's hearts rippling.

Shang Que felt his heart skip a beat, stood up hesitantly, and let out a noble "hum": "I'm going down to get takeaway."

He opened the door steadily and went out, with "I'm calm" written all over his back.

Yu Zhengdu couldn't help laughing, turned over and lay on the soft quilt, holding the scroll and laughing sullenly.

But after lying down for a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong, the room was inexplicably cold, and then the painting in his hand trembled slightly.

As a well-informed Luo Feng employee, Yu Zhengdu immediately turned over and stood up, walked to the table, put down the scroll, and slowly unfolded it.

As the scroll unfolded, Yu Zhengdu's eyes widened unconsciously.

I saw that the scenery on the scroll actually started to move.

Behind the Songfeng Pavilion in the painting stands a towering mountain peak, with pine trees growing on the top of the mountain peak. At this time, if there is a breeze blowing on the scroll, the pine branches are shaking gently. Listen carefully, and you can hear a slight " rustling" sound.

This picture is really weird. If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably turn pale with fright, but Yu Zhengdu just frowned slightly, folded his hands on his chest, and continued to look at the picture scroll calmly.

Probably because he was puzzled by his attitude, the movement on the scroll froze for a moment, and after a while, it moved again.

This time the breeze turned into a strong wind, and the pine branches swayed wildly. Some pine trees with slightly thinner branches were blown slightly to one side. The sound, the pine wind howls, makes people's hearts agitated.

Yu Zhengdu remained unmoved.

The painting couldn't wait for the expected response, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, just heard a "squeak", the door of Songfeng Pavilion opened, and a small figure with simple lines came out from inside, raised his head and greeted Yu. Compete and look at each other.

Yu Zhengdu looked at him expressionlessly.

The little stickman raised his eyes and shouted sharply: "Bold, hurry up and salute when you see this painting fairy!"

Without any fear, Yu Zhengdu calmly took out Luo Feng's cell phone from his pocket, turned on the Yin Qi detector and swiped at the villain.

What a black little one!

Seeing that Yu Zhengdu wasn't frightened, and didn't salute, the villain was furious when he pointed something strange at him: "You're so rude, don't you want to kill yourself?"

"You little brat." Yu Zhengdu said calmly, "If you are sensible, come out quickly, or I will do it!"

The first time the little stickman encountered such a situation, he was taken aback for a moment, and then jumped up angrily: "How dare you call me a fairy! I am a fairy! I am not a ghost! You apologize to me immediately, or I will make a fool of myself." kill you!"

"Look who's messing with who!" Yu Zhengdu stroked his sleeves, stretched out his hand and punched the little matchmaker's head, "You're so vicious that you dare to pretend to be a fairy!"

It was the first time that the little stickman met someone who was not afraid of him but dared to beat him. He was caught off guard for a while and was punched in the head. He squatted on the ground in pain, hugged his head and cried "Wow!" How can you be a painting fairy! You are too much!"

Following his voice, the wind blew again on the painting, this time the wind was more violent, sweeping and whistling, and even knocked the tiles on the Songfeng Pavilion flying.

The voice of the stickman was cold and bitter: "Believe it or not, I will let you know the fate of offending the painting fairy right now!"

Yu Zhengdu took out his mobile phone: "Believe it or not, I called dozens of ghosts to beat you with just one call!"

"Hehe, I've seen a lot of people who put on airs like you." The stick man sneered, then stretched out his hand, and actually poked out from the scroll, but it was no longer a thin ink line after poking out the scroll, but turned into a stick figure. A skinny and blackened palm with sharp nails, "Come on, come and be with me in the painting..."

"What company?" The door of the room opened, and Shang Que walked in with a takeaway.

The air in the room suddenly stopped, and the hand on the scroll suddenly stopped, and then the hand began to tremble visibly, and the voice of the stickman also trembled: "You, you...you are called a ghost?"

Of course not, just a coincidence.

Yu Zhengdu didn't bother to explain, and the stickman was so frightened that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but before he could move, Shang Que had already stepped forward, grabbed him, and then pulled and flung him, a skinny and blackened ghost was drawn from the painting. Flipped out, his ass flung back straight onto the floor of the room.

Yu Zhengdu looked at the picture scroll again, and the picture returned to its original appearance, as if nothing had happened.

"My lord, spare my life—— my lord, spare my life—" the stickman fell to his knees with a "plop" and began to kowtow to Shang Que.

"Where did you come from? How dare you take Luo Feng's idea?" Yu Zhengdu began to interrogate the ghost with experience.

"Luo Feng?" The ghost looked blank, "What is Luo Feng?"

"You don't know Luo Feng?" Yu Zhengdu was also very puzzled. Now people can receive messages from Luo Feng as soon as they die. This is the first time he has encountered a ghost who doesn't know Luo Feng after he has been in the company for so long. .

Shang Que wasn't too surprised, and said, "It's probably a ghost from before the founding of the People's Republic of China."

Yu Zhengdu suddenly realized that the collapse of the world was after the destruction of the Four Olds, and Luo Feng was also established later. If it was a ghost from the previous era, if the news was blocked, it is true that Luo Feng might not be aware of it.

Sure enough, when I asked, the ghost was the ghost of the Qing Dynasty.

Yu Zhengdu frowned: "Why haven't the ghosts of the Qing Dynasty reincarnated yet?"

As soon as this was mentioned, the ghost showed a smug expression on his face: "What's so good about being reincarnated? Since I died, I have been a fairy in the painting. Since then, I have wandered in the painting and browsed the world's famous paintings. I am so happy. Why bother to be that red dust again?" worldly people."

"Drawing ghosts is drawing ghosts." Yu Zhengdu said contemptuously, "Don't give yourself money."

Painted Ghost: "..."

Huagui dared not to speak out, so he sneaked a wronged glance at Shang Que, and said angrily, "Who are you?"

"Luofeng Life Management Consulting Co., Ltd." Yu Zhengdu handed over his business card, "This is the current Hell."

Huagui was taken aback: "Earth, underworld?"

"Yes." Yu Zhengdu patiently explained to him, and finally said, "Our goal is to achieve a dynamic balance between the yin and yang worlds, to help every ghost reincarnate as soon as possible, and not to stay in the yang world and affect the normal social order."

"The behavior you just did violates the relevant regulations. According to the procedure, you will be detained and deducted the value of good and evil." Yu Zhengdu said, "Considering that you are a ghost before the founding of the People's Republic of China and don't understand these situations, we will I will commute your sentence as appropriate, and you should stop making trouble, and go reincarnate quickly."

After listening to Yu Zhengdu's explanation, Huagui was still a little dazed. When he heard that he was asked to reincarnate, he resisted all of a sudden: "I don't want to be reincarnated. It's good to be a painting fairy. I'm very satisfied with my life now. .”

"In this case." Shang Que raised his eyelids, took out disposable chopsticks from the takeout bag, and said while taking them apart, "Then I'll eat you."

Painted Ghost: "..."

Huagui didn't expect that the current hell is actually like this style of painting, and he was so scared that he burst into tears, and told the truth with snot and tears: "My lord, don't eat me! It's not that I don't want to be reincarnated, I just can't do it." fetal!"

Yu Zhengdu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I, I'm actually not satisfied with my current life at all, I'm just bragging about my face..." The painting ghost said sobbingly, "I can't leave the painting to reincarnate..."

It turned out that this painting ghost was a scholar in the Qing Dynasty, and he devoted his whole life to fame, but unfortunately his talent and learning were really mediocre, so he failed to win the exam in the end.But although his talent is not very good, he has good painting skills. Later, a fellow villager with a good relationship recommended him, and let him become a disciple of a high-ranking official who likes calligraphy and painting.

It happened to be a high-level official banquet, and the diners were invited to accompany them, and they chanted poems on the spot. The high-ranking official was so happy that he ordered the scholar to make a picture of them drinking and having fun on the spot, so that he and the guests could appreciate it afterwards.

The scholar was overjoyed immediately, knowing that his opportunity to express himself had come, so he used all his skills to paint the most satisfying work in his life, but it was a pity that he put too much emphasis on fame and was worried about gain and loss, so when the painting was about to be completed At the time, due to excessive nervousness, the ink was accidentally knocked over, and a piece of work was destroyed.

The high-ranking official had no face in front of the guests, so he drove the scholar out of the mansion. The scholar was depressed by this matter, and soon died. The ghost in the painting.

Yu Zhengdu was very sad after hearing this, and concluded: "It shows that the mentality of the big exam is very important."

Shang Que said indifferently: "Bring the painting, and it will be over."

"I can't get it." Huagui said.

Yu Zhengdu: "Why?"

"Actually... Actually, I was instructed to scare you this time." Huagui gave them a guilty look, but he didn't expect that the scaring failed in the end, and he almost made the Ghost King's dinner.

Yu Zhengdu understood after a little thought: "Did Menghua Auction House send you here?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

It turns out that after Xiucai died, the ink-splattered painting was buried with him. As time passed, his cemetery became a real estate project, and the painting was also dug up by real estate developers. Real estate developers are more taboo against these fetishes. , so I asked an expert to take a look. Later, the capital behind Menghua knew of such a painting somehow, and took a lot of effort to get the painting.

"Every time they come across a painting they want and the other party refuses to sell it, or if the price is too high, they will let me go out and enter that painting, just like today to scare the other party and make the other party think that there is something wrong with their painting , I dare not keep it in my hands, and then come forward to buy it at a low price..."

Yu Zhengdu sighed with emotion: "I'm really not surprised at all."

With Menghua and Liu Ao's style, it's completely normal for them to do such a thing.

"I don't want to help the evildoers either." Huagui said sadly, "I really can't help it. The painting I possess is in their hands, so I really have to listen to them."

Yu Zhengdu's expression was complicated: "Your mentality is too bad. How many years has it been since the Qing Dynasty, and you still haven't let it go?"

"What do you know!" The painting ghost couldn't help crying again, "That is the most perfect painting in my life, I could have made my way to success with that painting, but why did I spill the ink, I am dying I was thinking, it would be great if I could do it all over again, if I could take back the ink that was spilled, I went into the painting just to wipe off the ink on the painting, but I can’t wipe it off, I can’t wipe it off ah!"

"I can't wipe off the ink, how can I be willing to reincarnate!"

The more Huagui talked, the more sad he became. Yu Zhengdu was howled until his ears echoed, and he couldn't help but said: "Then you should go to reincarnation, now you can use the digital board and PS to draw, and you can do it again as you want. Come, modify it however you want."

Huagui's crying stopped abruptly, and he looked at him blankly: "What is that?"

Yu Zhengdu took out his laptop, opened a drawing software, then opened an emoticon package, and began to show him how to modify pictures with PS.

Huagui opened his eyes wide and watched Yu Zhengdu demonstrate the use of modern drawing software. The whole ghost was stunned and said in disbelief: "There is such a magical thing in the world?"

Yu Zhengdu: "You can't imagine the magic of modern society."

A bright light gradually appeared on Huagui's face, and he suddenly stood up straight, raised his hands on his hips, and laughed loudly: "I'm healed! I'm healed! I'm going to reincarnate and go to the new era to use magical painting tools!"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sand sculpture panda emoticon pack that Yu Zhengdu opened casually: "I still want to learn this brand new painting!"

Yu Zhengdu: "..."

Is this ghost going astray?

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