The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

why? !

What is Anxi Group? !

Why should his money be transferred to Anxi Group? !

Fraud?

Mobile phone virus?

Meng Qinglang poked 11 with shaking fingers——

[Boom—fireworks splashing everywhere~ Congratulations for becoming the wholly-owned chairman of Anxi Group, and concurrently serving as the general manager and salesman of Samsara Company.If you need other positions, you can click the system position table to open and appoint employees.

The registration certificate has been put into the backpack and can be taken out after replenishing the registered capital. In order to ensure the early establishment of the group, the system funds will be separated from the host funds and frozen. Click to view the group establishment criteria.

Reminder: According to the per capita monthly consumption in City Y, the system will automatically transfer to the part of the host whose income is higher than 2000 every month, and the transfer will be reduced after the formal establishment of the group.

Another: 99% of the income from using the system or related to the underworld will be transferred~

The time limit for the formal establishment of the group: five years, punishment for failure, death, deprivation of the right to reincarnate, and final soul.

Success reward: a godhead. 】

At the same time, all the ghosts heard a gloomy voice rebuking violently from the depths of their souls——

"The ground net is restored, hold the righteousness and balance, don't hurt others, don't harm yourself, don't commit endless crimes, and sink to the bottom of hell."

"The ground net is restored, hold the righteousness and balance, don't hurt others, don't harm yourself, don't commit endless crimes, and sink to the bottom of hell."

"The ground net is restored, hold the righteousness and balance, don't hurt others, don't harm yourself, don't commit endless crimes, and sink to the bottom of hell."

After saying it three times in a row, the tyranny in his voice faded away and turned solemn: "The chairman of Anxi Group 'Meng Shen Meng Qinglang' has taken over the post, and you can consult about the business of the underworld by yourself. Currently, the main business is reincarnation."

The fear originating from the depths of his soul caused the fan in He Yanzhou's hand to tremble, and he slowly dispersed the shadow of the commandment. He frowned and looked at Meng Qinglang, his eyes gradually brightened. The chairman of Anxi Group... the god of the underworld ...

As the saying goes, Taoism is written and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family, he seems to have followed a great person, if he forms his own world after death, maybe he can still try his ambition in life?He Yanzhou moved closer to Meng Qinglang, wondering why his strength was still so weak?

Meng Qinglang stared at the text on the system interface three times before he figured out what happened, so the system transferred his money without authorization, and will continue to transfer his money in the future?If he can't finish it within five years, he will not only die, but also lose the chance of reincarnation?

Rather than being a wandering ghost forever, he would rather lose his soul. Meng Qinglang really wanted to travel back to a few days ago and stab himself to death, at worst, he would be a hero again 18 years later.

The punishment for failure is so severe, and only one godhead is rewarded for success?What is the godhead?Can I eat it?

[It can be eaten, and the ghost power will be super up after eating! (The host is not edible)]

"..." If the system had an entity, Meng Qinglang would definitely die with it.

Meng Qinglang had no choice but to hold back his anger and set the standards for the establishment of the group:

1. The registered capital is 1000 million.

2. At least one samsara pool with a stable period of more than 100 years in city B, the political center (the map coordinates are as follows), and an office space of no less than [-] square meters.

3. Have three or more subsidiaries (at least one Yangjian company maintains the capital chain)

4. Have more than three regular employees (at least one Yangjian staff member)

Not to mention anything else, 1000 million... Hehe...

Meng Qinglang clicked on the second map coordinates, there are three points.

1. The World Trade Center in City B has a service life of 1000 years (recommended). It is suggested that it will be demolished after the bombing, and the well will be drilled. The estimated cost is unknown.

2. The B city government building, with a service life of 800 years (recommended), is suggested to be demolished after the bombing, and the estimated cost of sinking a well is unknown.

3. The courtyard at the coordinate point in City B has a service life of 200 years (generally), and can be used directly after purchase. The estimated cost is 8000 million.

Very well, now he needs to choose between bombing the government building, bombing the World Trade Center, or buying a courtyard house.

After reading the first and second articles, Meng Qinglang suddenly felt that buying a courtyard house was not a big deal, isn't it just 8000 million, plus the increase in registered capital and appreciation within a few years...Meng Qinglang felt that there was no need to think too much about it. Set a small goal for yourself, earn him [-] million first!

He Yanzhou had already changed his mood. Looking at Meng Qinglang's eyes redder, his expression was angry and wronged, the same boy was no different.

He Yanzhou thought for a while, tried his best to make himself the same as before, and patted him on the back worriedly: "What's wrong? If you really can't let it go, at worst, I'll go to those two with you, and then just buy it back."

Tears welled up in Meng Qinglang's eyes: "I can't afford it..."

He Yanzhou stayed in the jellyfish colony most of the time, and tilted his head while tapping on the paper fan, thinking, "How about we go fishing for sunken ships at the bottom of the sea?"

Meng Qinglang's eyes lighted up, and then dimmed after a while: "Farewell, I can only turn it over to the state treasury if I take it now, wait until later."

He Yanzhou's eyes showed appreciation: "Your Excellency is really a loyal and patriotic person."

"..."

"Yanzhou has no other options for the time being." He Yanzhou smiled and changed the subject, "Don't you want to pack up and move tomorrow?"

The matter was a foregone conclusion, Meng Qinglang burst into tears holding his bank card, put aside his phone, picked up a new broom and began to clean the room. Meng Qinglang worked to divert his attention, so he watched Meng Qinglang clean until late at night.

The next day, Meng Qinglang, who suffered from severe sleep deprivation, had thick dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were dull, and he finished the final handover with the young couple with a dejected expression, and left with his suitcase.

The sun was still shining outside. Meng Qinglang turned his head and took a last look at the house where he had lived for more than ten years. He sighed and walked out of the community. He walked to the shops along the street not far away. The sun exposure made him more sleepy. Meng Qinglang stopped in the small supermarket, came out with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, coughed twice, and became much more awake.

Fly Express.

Meng Qinglang took out the packaged small gift box: "How much is the delivery within the city?"

"Eight dollars."

Meng Qinglang didn't haggle over the price, and took out nine coins from the slit of the wallet with a cigarette in his mouth - there were two [-] cents - and handed them to the clerk: "Can you send a timed delivery?"

"can."

Meng Qinglang thought for a while: "Forget it."

"The form is signed." The courier took the completed form and looked at it for a while, then glanced at Meng Qinglang in surprise, "Send it to Crescent Bay Community?"

"Ah."

"The one that's not even 1000 meters away?"

"Correct."

The courier sneered and shook his head: "OK."

Beep—the phone rang, and Meng Qinglang clicked on it. He hadn't replied to Xi Yan's message from yesterday, and he added a new one. Going to the registration, the left foot touched the ground anxiously, and a cigarette quickly reached the bottom.

"Wait, I won't send it yet."

Meng Qinglang's voice was slightly low due to lack of sleep, but the courier heard it clearly, his fingers fluttered, and an official delivery list was printed out: "You can say when everything is done here..."

"Money is not needed..."

"You are Meng Qinglang?"

Meng Qinglang turned his head. He saw a tall man holding a black umbrella. He had a perfect upside-down triangle shape, fair skin and a high nose.

[Beep—alert!Discover the ghost king, rank: ? ? ? ,ability:? ? ? ...The maximum lifespan of 999 years can be obtained by superseding as soon as possible.

Hostility is detected, dear, the level gap is too large, I suggest you turn around and run away immediately. 】

"Hi, I'm Shengyou."

He Yanzhou tensed his body and pointed to Meng Qinglang with his eyes.

Meng Qinglang glanced at Sheng You's outstretched palm, raised his head and said, "You have admitted the wrong person." After speaking, he turned to the courier and said, "Do you need any other procedures?"

"Huh?" The courier only looked at Sheng You, and then he came back to his senses, "Oh, no need."

"Please deliver it, thank you."

Meng Qinglang walked in front, Sheng You followed behind holding an umbrella, He Yanzhou walked on the right side of Meng Qinglang waving a fan, looking ahead, it seemed that the two were side by side, but in fact Meng Qinglang was following his steps, Stay away from the crowd, and gradually walk towards the roadside near the sea.

He Yanzhou stopped suddenly, and at some point, Sheng You walked in front of them.

"You are Meng Qinglang, chairman of Anxi Group." Sheng You laughed after finishing speaking, "What the hell name."

Meng Qinglang couldn't keep pretending to be stupid, so he put the box up and asked him, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm here to eat you. If you don't resist, I'll make your death easier. If... then it's hard to say. One more word, this water ghost can at most give me another sip of drink."

He Yanzhou waved his fan: "Don't hurt others, don't hurt yourself."

Sheng You smiled: "When I eat him, these are all bullshit." After saying that, Meng Qinglang suddenly disappeared, and Meng Qinglang felt a pain in his back, something cold penetrated into his body, and before he could After reacting, the whole person has left the place.

Meng Qinglang turned his head, and He Yanzhou's green shirt had been stained blood red, and the arm holding the fan was all broken, leaving only a pool of water stains on the ground, and the water surged at the broken arm, and a new arm slowly grew out.

Ghosts don't bleed, so the blood... is his.

His strength was draining rapidly, and it was obviously summer, but Meng Qinglang's body felt chills. He knew that this job might cause injury, but he still underestimated its danger.

Sheng You had a sarcastic smile on his face: "Why bother."

Meng Qinglang looked at Sheng You, the loss of life suddenly filled him with fear, and his mind was full of invincibility. On the contrary, if this man wanted to kill them, it might only be in the next moment.

[The loss of life of the host is detected, do you want to use energy to turn on the protection mode?Energy consumption x2 this time. 】

He only has four days to live, but must...

Before Meng Qinglang clicked to confirm, his vision was suddenly blurred, his body protection was covered by a thick layer of water film, and there was only a plop, and his whole world was only blue, and the sun was shining directly above him, shaking with the waves , but the surroundings of the body became colder and colder, the blue color gradually became heavier, the sunlight disappeared, and finally sank into darkness.

Sheng You stared at the water and frowned, his face was gloomy, and he snapped his fingers. The suitcases and blood on the ground ignited a black fire, and then extinguished it instantly, leaving no trace on the spacious road.

With a cold snort, Sheng You propped up the black umbrella, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

In Crescent Bay Community, the courier rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered the door, and no one answered the recipient's phone. I glanced at the message on the courier box. The sender, Meng Qinglang, has a phone number...

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty..."

The author has something to say: Yes, the long-awaited breakup has finally come, maybe this is the end?Protagonist: pawn, full text: end (dog head saves life)

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

5 bottles of Zhiyuyan;

wow~