psychic coffin shop

'I have no money……'

After thinking for a long time, Li You finally typed such a message in the dialog box, and the service box in the background responded almost instantly.

'Fill with your life. '

Before Li You realized what the previous message meant, one message after another was sent almost simultaneously.

'What we circulate here is not just money, Yangshou can also be used as currency'

'Tell me the horoscope of my birthday and I will match the corresponding Yangshou'

"As long as you are willing to exchange the equivalent Yangshou, I will help you realize what you want"

'come quickly……'

In Li You's eyes, the small characters on the light blue screen became more and more blurred, and then slowly spun, forming a vortex, as if trying to suck his soul out.

Both hands subconsciously typed the word 'OK', but in the neutral gear that was about to be sent, Li You's eyes darkened, and he fell into a coma...

The little paper figurine jumped off Li You's head, picked up the phone with the screen still on, and staggered out from the exit.

Shen Yitang leaned over to take the mobile phone from the little paper figurine, and nodded his little head with his index finger. The little paper figurine danced excitedly on the spot, and finally waved at Shen Yitang, annihilated in a burst of fire.

The mobile phone still carried Li You's body temperature, and the black air wrapped around Li You's body followed the mobile phone to Shen Yitang's side, and at the moment when it was about to penetrate into his chest, it was crushed by Su Ren's two fingers.

"So crazy? I want to see what you are."

The yin energy on the phone was almost substantive, and it felt like a stabbing pain, but Li You just didn't feel it.

Shen Yitang quickly recharged 10 yuan to Li You's account, and typed a small string of gold letters on the screen.

'Kill my deskmate for me. '

Su Ren: ...

It's time to revitalize your husband.

Shen Yitang then typed 'Suren' in the dialog box in the background, then made up a birth date and sent it over.

At the same time, a little paper figurine crawled out of Shen Yitang's pocket, and he quickly wrote the newly made up birthday character on the back of the villain with cinnabar, and pasted it on the back of Su Ren with a 'pop' sound...

In the end, a drop of bright red fingertip blood was applied between the little man's eyebrows.

"One hundred thousand gold."

Gujing Wubo's voice came from the live broadcast room, and he still couldn't hear a man or a woman.

Shen Yitang spent just one hundred thousand gold coins, and with the rain of ingots on the right side of the screen, the man in the cloak moved, and a puppet wearing a small skirt slowly appeared in his right hand...

Su Ren frowned, thinking for a while.

It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, I think it is today!

"Brother, just now this ID asked me what to do if I don't have money, why did I place an order all of a sudden? Is there going to be an explosion?"

The young man with a flat head was guarding a computer, and there was a pile of colorful data on the screen. Li You's account number was circled in red letters.

"What kind of deceit can there be? The richer people are, the more picky they are. Besides, what are you afraid of? If the sky falls, there will be a master to support you. You still don't know what the master is capable of!"

The senior brother at the side, 'full of fat', looked at the flat-headed junior with disdain, thinking that he was just worrying, and slandered in his heart: No wonder the master doesn't value him, he is afraid of his hands and feet, what big things can he accomplish?What a shame!

Xiaopingtou wanted to say something, but he shut up after all, pretending not to see the sarcasm in his senior brother's eyes, and began to concentrate on managing his account and sending money one after another.From time to time, copy down the information of people who have no money and are willing to trade their lives.

The man in the cloak stood facing the wall full of broken mirrors as usual, his large black cloak moved without wind, like a cluster of burning black fireworks.

The shattered mirror was surrounded by a layer of mist that hadn't dissipated for a long time. This was something that had never happened before...

Through the thick cloak, he couldn't see the expressions of the people below, but he could feel a sense of depression through the screen.

Suddenly, the cloak on the man in black flew up and down, and there was a sound of hunting wind, and the image in the mirror finally became clear.

Under the clear night sky, the ordinary-looking middle-aged man smiled and looked towards the void. The face under the bamboo hat paused for a moment. He had an illusion, as if the man was watching him through the void...

Amused by his own thoughts, the man in the cloak chuckled, he had already figured it out, this man was just an extremely ordinary fate, with a little fortune in his life, but it didn't last long, he couldn't keep it, it couldn't be anything Hermit master.

And such a person, died in his hands, countless...

The puppet in a small skirt floated up, and slowly sent its neck to the steel-like claws of the cloaked man...

As long as he pushes lightly...

Just a few short breaths are enough to cause many accidents. Just a second before he was about to make a move, a small white foot wearing embroidered shoes kicked him to the ground...

In the next second, the red yin energy surged, directly destroying the nodes that the three of them had worked so hard to build up, and the live broadcast... was interrupted.

"master!"

There was a flash of sparks from the computer in front of the young man with a flat head, and it exploded directly. Regardless of the wound on his head, Xiao Pingtou hurried forward to help the master who fell on the altar.

"Gudu..."

The elder brother with a fat face estimated the situation, and felt that it was a bit slim for the master to win against that glamorous chick, so he wanted to take a step first with a squint, his huge body was like a cat, and he didn't make a sound.

A Yao is wearing a peach-colored light shirt today, her pink melon-shaped face is slightly powdered, there is a cool smile on the corner of her lips, a crimson cloud flies across, and the senior brother freezes in place, unable to break free.

The man in the cloak finally regained his strength. He wobbled and helped the young man with the flat head to stand up. The conjurers were already weak, and they were good at casting spells. A Yao suddenly kicked, Almost sent him away.

Before this person could not see the scene of 'Su Ren' through the mirror, Shen Yitang did it on purpose, just to buy some time for A Yao along with her special grievances.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

The person under the cloak did not lose his temper because of A Yao's kick, but laughed sinisterly, and tore off the large cloak on top of his head!

The shriveled flesh is tightly stretched on the skull, and there are not a few stray hairs left on the skull. The pure black evil eyes in the deep-set eye sockets are staring at A Yao without blinking. The obsession in the eyes does not seem to be looking at a bird The female ghost, on the contrary, seemed to be admiring a perfect work of art.

"What a pure power..."

The old man obsessively took a breath of air through his nose, and danced excitedly like a child, "One bite of you is worth ten years of life for ordinary people. Since you have delivered it to your door, don't blame me, old man, for not eating it." You're welcome……"

What is not commensurate with the shriveled head is that the part below the neck of the old man is a young body, every muscle is swollen and full of strength.

"Gaba..."

A series of crisp bone cracking sounds continued, and countless puppet dolls emerged, surrounding A Yao.

All the little dolls with broken limbs, broken bones and tendons, fixed the broken bones by themselves, put their necks back in place, stood up straight, and in the blink of an eye, they grew to adult size, and rushed towards A Yao. past.

Suddenly ghosts and wolves howled in the small warehouse, and the crimson yin energy was almost burning, intertwined with the pitch-black resentment. Although Ayao was strong, she was facing countless puppets. Can't tell the winner.

"Master! It's great that you are fine, Master. I still want to go to Master, you are the most powerful old man, and this chick is not a thing in your palm!"

Although it was not the first time for the elder brother who was restrained in place by the crimson ghost energy to see his master's face, he was still taken aback, but he immediately covered it up, and started flattering him, hoping that the master could untie him for him '...

"My good apprentice, you really have a heart..."

The shriveled skin and flesh on the master's face were all stuck to the bones, and his appearance was similar to that of an old mummy. He grinned, which perfectly interpreted what is meant by 'smile on the skin but not on the flesh'.

The elder brother was so frightened that his heart trembled, and his fat body trembled inaudibly. He immediately raised his smiling face and was about to say something beautiful, but the next moment he was actually lifted up by a puppet in a small skirt, holding it firmly. and placed it in front of the master.

"master……"

The eldest brother's voice began to tremble, his forehead was covered with greasy sweat, and the fat all over his body shook into waves.

Master 'Jie Jie' gave a strange laugh, and slowly approached the elder brother with his shriveled head...

"Don't think that everyone else is a fool... In your next life, remember to behave yourself..."

The master's shriveled and cracked lips opened suddenly, and the strong vitality from the elder brother's body rushed towards the master's mouth...

The black mouth was like a bottomless pit, and within a short while, the plump senior brother fell backwards stiffly, and was stuck on the ground like a mass of rotten meat...

"……master……"

The body of the young man with the flat head was cold, standing beside the master, his calves were trembling. Will he one day be like the senior brother, stuck on the ground like a mass of rotten flesh...

'Jie Jie...'

As if seeing what was going on in the young man's mind, the shriveled old man stroked the top of his hair lovingly, ignoring the trembling body of the young man with goosebumps all over his body...

"Xiao Tan, don't worry, master, I have clear rewards and punishments, follow me well, I will not treat him badly..."

After finishing speaking, he kicked away the corpse of the senior brother who had lost all vitality, like lifting a piece of rag...

Xiao Tan nodded in panic, and immediately expressed his loyalty, expressing that he would do his best to follow the master...

"If you cut off my money, then use the pure ghost energy you have cultivated for so many years to make up for me."

Ignoring the little apprentice who was shaking like chaff, the shriveled old man looked at A Yao who was like a peach blossom in full bloom, his pure black pupils were full of fire.

"What a waste... So many people can't control her."

The shriveled old man took out a puppet that could not be identified as male or female from his arms, and a blood-stained coffin nail that was as long as a palm was inserted hard from the top of his head, leaving only a short piece left outside...

Hundreds of dolls screamed in unison, and their resentment soared four or five times, and Ayao gradually became a little helpless...