"Brother, is this really okay? Xiaosheng feels that he is not suitable for playing this role. Xiaosheng's acting skills are zero. If a good thing ruins brother's plan, the loss outweighs the gain." Faced with Thirteen, the bitch said shyly.
, although he has no face.
"Be good, it's not difficult, you just need to show your true colors." Thirteen was preparing the props to put on the makeup for the bitch.
"Although Brother said it, what does it mean to hang Xiaosheng like this?" Thirteen's so-called makeup is to stick a hook on the stupid Tianling Cap and hang it on the wall. There are a few others around him.
The same skull specimen.
This is a traditional Chinese medicine warehouse. Compared with the environment for patients in the hospital, it is particularly messy. Many medicinal materials are packed in sacks and placed on the shelves. The air is filled with a strong smell of medicine, which most people are not used to. Factory Six
The hospital is not a hospital that specializes in traditional Chinese medicine. There is only one place where traditional Chinese medicine is stored in the entire hospital, and the only remaining place is the pharmacy in the front hall.
The reason Shisan chose to set up here was all because of the ginseng root he had tasted. Ginseng essence is a treasure bred by the spirits of heaven and earth. Ginseng buried in the mountains for thousands of years, even if it does not transform into a demon, one bite can bring you back to life.
Miraculous effect, not to mention the guy who became a sperm.
Although his ginseng whiskers are particularly mysterious, he has saved hundreds of people from poisoned cancer patients in the past three months. This is enough to pluck out all his whiskers and become bald. In order to restore the consumed ginseng whiskers as soon as possible, ginseng
Jing has obviously found another way, which is to swallow other Chinese medicines and use himself to fuse them.
Thirteen was sure that the reason why the ginseng essence was so fraudulent was that the ginseng in the mouth contained the flavors of more than 60 kinds of Chinese herbal medicines, such as astragalus, gastrodia elata, angelica, wolfberry, American ginseng, etc. Thirteen didn’t know what was wrong with his tongue.
Such a complex mixed taste can be distinguished, but it is obvious that ginseng essence has regarded the traditional Chinese medicine warehouse as its own granary.
"Listen, I'm not sure when that little guy will come, but it will probably be between the afternoon and evening. All you need to do is use your monster expertise to get close to him and make friends." Shisan introduced.
Task content.
"Infernal Affairs? I'm so excited." The bitch was so excited that goosebumps appeared, even though he had no skin.
"Then, I need you to do this and this." Thirteen muttered in Jie Gugu's ear.
"Brother, that's so despicable! How could a young man do such a shameless thing? His conscience can't accept it!" The lowly guy suddenly found his lower limit that had been lost for many years.
"Do you have a heart?" Thirteen frowned slightly in contempt, and then sighed, "Actually, isn't it all for your sake? That little ginseng spirit, even though he is small, has a thousand years of Taoism. With his ginseng magic fist,
His strength is not inferior to Doubi. Think about it, when he finds out that you, who are as close as brothers, have deceived him in this way, he will definitely be furious and retaliate against you like a thief.
Think about it, that feeling of shock..."
"Brother, stop talking. For the sake of justice, Xiaosheng did it. But can Xiaosheng really be a good undercover agent? What if the little guy doesn't like Xiaosheng?" The masochist, Bitch Bones, has been tricked again.
"How could I not like you? You are so approachable. You are loved by everyone. I am attracted by your affinity..." Thirteen said so hard that he almost vomited.
"That's right." Shisan was coaxed into hanging the bone on the wall, turning it into a specimen of a human skeleton.
After completing the initial layout, Thirteen came to the roof of the Digestion Building. The summoned presence sat opposite Thirteen and said arrogantly, "One bath and sauna in Omen, twice."
"Is Macau too expensive? Change it to Dongguan. Counting the one I owed you before, I will come directly twice." Thirteen bargained.
"Dad, do you think I'm a fool for staying in Jianqianggui all day long? Dongguan has long been annihilated, and all the beautiful sisters have switched careers to Foxconn! Why are you taking me there? To visit the ruins of the hotel?" Lin
shouted angrily.
"Your indignant look is just like the annoyance my father felt when he first learned the news. Okay! Just give it your all, yes, I agree. After all, I can be promoted to an underground investigator after doing this job."
Okay, judging by the level of buttons handled this time, I can at least get to the position of a level 4 investigator. The days when I can earn over 10,000 yuan and be shameless are not far away at all!" Thirteen promised.
"Dabi is the best. I knew that dad was my real dad! Tell me, what do you want to do?" Lin immediately changed his face.
After preparing all this, Thirteen had to put on his white coat and returned to his clinic No. 3. It was now 9 o'clock, and Thirteen was a full thirty minutes late. Aunt Mei's little good impression of him was immediately canceled due to his lateness.
Nothing remains.
At this time, a lot of patients had come to the waiting room of Yue Gong's enterology department, and everyone instinctively signed up for the expert number. Naturally, Thirteen's tasks today only increased. Thirteen felt that if he continued to do this for a few more days, he would not need to do it.
When the doctor came to beat him, he wanted to commit suicide by jumping off the building.
As for Lin Xi, after finishing the work handover during the day, she got a chance to rest and go back to the dormitory to sleep. She has worked continuously for 18 hours, which can be said to be her due diligence.
At the same time, besides Lin Xi, there is also Ling Po Qing Huan who can sleep on such a beautiful day.
Sitting on the most advanced Simmons bed, Qing Huan hugged her mother's pillow and fell asleep deeply. She didn't go to bed every time just to have her soul leave her body. This had become her only way to stay young and beautiful.
But something seemed strange today. Qing Huan, who was sleeping, suddenly felt that her body was entangled with a black rope. When she wanted to resist, she was already pulled by the rope and flew towards the underground abyss.
Qing Huan has been alive for decades and has traveled through the three realms countless times, but this is the first time she has been kidnapped by an alien force. In the blink of an eye, she has passed through the long light path and landed in a familiar place - the underworld city.
in front of the city gate.
The underworld that is passed down by word of mouth is not as spooky and terrifying as imagined. This huge city is like an ancient city in the Tang Dynasty. It retains the original layout of the ancient town. Everything seems to be constructed with glazed tiles and red brick walls. There are
The city wall is 30 meters high and the Nai River protects the city.
There is only one gate to enter the underworld, and it cannot go in or out.
All the dead souls lined up in a long queue here. After completing the identity registration and comparison of the life and death book at Yin Cha, they would continue forward and receive a piece of Meng Po Tang soft capsule at the small window opened by Meng Po.
After eating it, you will forget the memory of this life and enjoy the eighteen levels of hell for free as a clean soul. After being punished, you will be reincarnated into the human world.
Life is not eternal, because it is a process of consumption. The soul is like a carrier, carrying the destiny of a new life and the spiritual power filled with hardships in the eighteen levels of hell. It returns to the world, performs a period of joys and sorrows, and fulfills the destiny.
, exhausted his spiritual power and returned here again, over and over again, endlessly.
Of course, there are some exceptions. People with supernatural powers like Qing Huan can come and go back at will, and come back again without using life and death as a sign of going to and from the underworld.
But as a living person, Qing Huan is not an idler who goes to the underworld for sightseeing. To be honest, everyone is a little taboo about the underworld. After all, this is a place where the dead live. Unless there is a reason why he must come, Qing Huan would rather
Let your soul stay in this dirty world.
But now, she has really been captured, and her captor is none other than Emperor Song of the Ten Palaces of Hell...
On the roadside in front of Naihe Bridge, Emperor Song was standing there, and the warden waving a long black rope was standing behind him. It was this guy who used the black rope to drag Qing Huan down. And once
The seven-eyed ghost who was defeated by Thirteen also knelt on one knee and huddled behind Emperor Song.
"This is the first time we meet, please take care of me. I am the Song Emperor of the third palace among the ten palaces of hell." The 1.6-meter-tall Song Emperor walked forward and introduced himself politely, but the Seven-Eyed Ghost appeared in a flash.
Behind Qing Huan, those seven cold eyes stared at Qing Huan, making hair run down her spine.
"Tch, you know there is no way there will be no revenge." Qing Huan shook his head helplessly. Just imagine who the King of Hell is? He is stingy, a guy who will seek revenge. Qing Huan helped Thirteen go to the underworld and hijack the Song Emperor's train. Why?
Maybe I shouldn’t offend these guys who are in charge of the cycle of human life and death.
But what Qing Huan didn't expect was that they actually had the ability to pass through the barrier and capture his soul.
"I think Miss Qinghuan misunderstood. We don't mean any harm. We just have important matters to discuss." Emperor Song explained.
"Can you untie the rope from my body before we talk?" Qing Huan's body was still covered with black rope at this moment.
Emperor Song waved his hand to the warden, signaling the big man to close the rope. A white skirt naturally appeared on Qing Huan's soul.
"Now that we're all here, there's nothing to be afraid of. Mr. Emperor Song, please lead the way." Qing Huan said as she tied her long sky-blue hair into two ponytails behind her head. She has been a Heavenly Ranker for so long.
Investigator, Qing Huan has long since learned not to be afraid of life and death. No matter how terrifying the underworld is, can it be more terrifying than Satan’s demonic concentration camp?
Through a special passage, the Song Emperor personally took Qing Huan through the gate of the underworld, where an exquisite carriage was parked. Obviously Qing Huan did not feel that she was Cinderella going to the ball. After all, there were two groups of underworld people.
The skeleton horse looks ferocious, enough to scare any prince to death.
After getting on the carriage of King Yama, Qing Huan recognized the direction and headed towards the palace of King Yama. It seemed that the Song Emperor did not intend to vent his personal anger.
The underworld city is divided into ten districts according to the positions of the ten kings of hell, just like the sectionalization of human cities. The king of hell in the corresponding area is the local district chief. They are all nominally under the management of King Yama, the emperor of the underworld, but the implementation of the underworld is
In the parliamentary system, everyone has to vote on major matters, while small matters in each region are completely decided by themselves.
It was a trivial matter to drag Qing Huan to the Song Dynasty area and then torture her to death. Qing Huan's backer in the underworld was King Yama. As the saying goes, you must find the one with the thickest hair to hug you. This is the truth.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty marched to the Yanluo District, which was tantamount to giving up the right to deal with Qinghuan. It seems that there is really something to talk about today.