Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Yan Wang encouraged himself to speak up, but before he could utter a word of rebuttal, the social time limit was approaching, and Master He's tone was still as flat.

I don’t really want to visit this place often, after all, I am quite socially anxious.

The right sentence shows off that now he is also a leader with descendants. Although he is socially anxious, his disciples are relatively free and willing to explore.

As for what to explore, he thought, the King of Hell would not be very interested in knowing.

Yama:"……"

In a flash, the King of Hell's constipated face cleared up almost immediately, and he looked up to the sky and laughed twice: "Business, business, this must be discussed beforehand? Look how excited He Xianzun is."

Therefore, although the implementation of the policy requires many overtime days and nights, and initially a huge investment is required to make magical instruments to capture evil ghosts.

But who can blame the King of Hell for being such a good King of Hell who loves his people like his own children?

Isn’t it just working overtime, isn’t it just paying out of pocket, isn’t it just collecting interest for many, many years before you can truly get your money back, and only after the system is perfected can it be considered real money making.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay~

Hello everyone is really good.

It's so pitiful. The ghost catcher has never felt so sympathetic towards his boss as he does now.

The more he couldn't bear to recall the past, the scene at that time would automatically replay in his mind, so that the ghost would firmly remember at that moment that he was the King of Hell of capitalism.

At that time, the old man who seemed to have seen his reincarnation came over and kicked him, slapped him in the face, and then walked away as if nothing had happened with a frustrated expression.

What could make the majestic King of Hell burst into tears? What could make a god so fragile that he seemed to be about to break, and make ghosts worried?

It's private money!

It’s a one-click way to clear out your secret money!

Of course... after five hundred years it would be purely earning money through vows, so even though the profit was small, the King of Hell still agreed.

Anyway, the King of Hell’s life has no end, so getting your investment back in 500 years is not a dream.

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Fang Mansion.

Aotian patrolled in circles with his tail erected, like a dedicated police dog.

If someone broke into the mansion at this moment, they would definitely be scared.

In the huge courtyard, the ground was littered with corpses in various miserable states, but in the center, a space had been cleared.

The original seat of the owner was successfully occupied, and was neatly filled with a row of unconscious humans. They were dressed neatly in white, with no signs of fighting, but their eyes were closed and they were silent, which looked weird no matter how you looked at them.

As the sky gradually darkened, Aotian raised his head and howled at the emerging moon in a quite poetic way.

What followed was the rumbling sound of my stomach.

Aotian: “…” What’s wrong with asking him to finish a poem?

Hmm? Speak, belly!

Stomach: Gurgle~Gurgle~

The Dominant Dog Soul was finally defeated by the weak and helpless Belly. Aotian couldn't help but think lovingly: Forget it, it's because I can't live without you.

He hummed and retracted his patrol steps, then came to the food that had been preserved with spiritual power and had not even changed in temperature.

The several extra meat buns that Shen Zhinian brought back before came in handy.

Considering that he might really stay in the underworld for two days, Shen Zhinian thoughtfully divided it into appropriate portions, which were fragrant and steaming. Aotian said that it was no problem to eat a meat bun in one bite.

Aotian: Chew chew chew, you say chew chew chew... How come life is so easy if you follow the right boss, chew chew chew.

Even when she was on a business trip, she did not forget to release her spiritual power for him.

However, the good times did not last long. Aotian, who was enjoying lunch, was not paying attention. The unconscious team, who had been motionless, suddenly made a loud noise of chairs rubbing against each other.

Before I could react, I saw a red figure jump off the chair and fall to the ground.

Aotian: “!!!” Ahhh, he’s back from the dead! (bushi)

Knowing that he was the target of this mission, Aotian didn't care about eating and ran towards the other party almost desperately. Who knew that the next second, his body, which was originally full of energy and could jump, suddenly lost all vital signs.

Aotian pushed the corpse with his mouthpiece in desperation. Wow, the corpse turned into powder as if it had been touched by a porcelain hammer. When the wind blew, nothing was left.

Ao Tian's pupils trembled in shock. He, killed someone? !

Who in the family understands? Just by taking time out for dinner, he becomes a criminal suspect!

No one can be seen alive, and no body can be seen dead.

The object of the mission turned into a gust of wind in the sky, without a cloud. How could he prove his innocence to everyone?

The answer is, you are dreaming.

The dog’s life is hopeless, so he howls to the sky!

Do not! ! !

Bean-sized tears fell, commemorating his lost innocence and purity.

From today on, he is no longer the legal but sick bully. Now he is a blackened criminal bully who makes the best of a bad situation!

The body that was the core of the formation disappeared, and almost the next moment, the system placed the newly prepared improved new skin in its original place.

A white light flashed, and Fang Wushuang woke up in this environment of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

She raised her hand and touched her wet cheek: "It's raining?"

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and in the moonlight, what she saw was a yellow inverted triangle dripping with tears.

Fang Wushuang: “…”

Aotian was crying with great enthusiasm when he heard this nonsense: "Woof...Woof woof!"

[It’s raining shit, that’s my tears! ]

[You are such a rude human. ]

Wait…which good guy is talking?

Aotian suddenly lowered his head, and caught off guard, the eyes of the man and the dog met in the air.

Aotian: “Emm…”

Fang Wushuang: “Uh…”

The atmosphere around froze for 0.01 second, and the silence turned into Cambridge tonight.

(Bushi)

"Wow woof woof woof!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The man and the dog seemed to have their butts set on fire by torches. At the same time and in the same place, they simultaneously shit and piss and take off on the spot.

Skyrocket, fire!

Aotian: [My Lord Qingtang, he turned into a living person, and scared the hell out of me! ]

We agreed to leave peacefully, so that you, I and he will be fine too?

After finally succeeding in blackening, now it can be restored to factory settings with just one click. How can the dog give up?

Fang Wushuang: Help, who can tell her what is going on?

What I thought was rain was not rain, but a heartbroken dog crying, perhaps with a hint of mourning in it.

That’s not all. The most outrageous thing is that, my god, she can actually understand dog language!

Is it necessary to have such a wide range of language reserves?

The system silently explained: [Is there a possibility that this is human speech or the voice of the heart? ]

After listening to this, Fang Wushuang continued running: Oh no, nowadays, even dogs can speak human language.