Chapter 1 Is the king of the king of the year also short of money?

The gloomy underground world is like playing silent animations. The strangely dressed men and women grow up and walk slowly to the Naihe Bridge without the consciousness of looking back, with blank eyes and empty pictures. They are like wood-carved robots one by one, and they keep walking.

Walking on the bridge means walking on a road of no return, and this life in the world is the end.

In this strange crowd, there is a naked man with his bare white buttocks looking very eye-catching. In the continuous flow of people, it is a strange scenery.

In addition to his strange "dress", this person's expression is also very special.

Panic and a little curious, his eyes kept looking around.

Are you dead?

It should be.

Why do others lose consciousness and see this horrible underground world?

Xiao Jian kept asking himself with great tension and excitement.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the bridge, Xiao Jian was also getting more and more afraid.

---Is this the legendary bridge? It looks like an ordinary small bridge!

However, the invisible fog on the other side of the bridge was filled with fog, and the people who walked on the bridge disappeared out of thin air.

As close, the ghost crying from the fog clearly entered Xiao Jian's ears.

My heart beat wildly and instinctively wanted to move my body out of the stream of people.

Speaking of which, Xiao Jian is extremely unlucky.

During the journey, I met a beautiful young woman, who was still ** tight, and the two of them rained heavily in Xiao Jian's car.

Unfortunately, I don't know why a huge overloaded coal truck rushed out of the runway out of control. Even Xiao Jian's people took the car and the charming poor young woman and crashed into the ravine together.

The ravine is not too deep, and there is basically no possibility of living things under the overweight coal truck.

Xiao Jian's soul floated alone to the edge of the bridge.

I didn't expect that after tea and dinner, Xiao Jian's mouth turned into a deadly disaster.

Xiao Jian can only lament the virtue of heaven at this time, "Sure, even if you kill me, you have to die after my xxoo! In this way, he entered the underground world unsightly. With Xiao Jian's beloved handsome image, he felt that his buttocks could bloom.

I don't know whether the ghosts in hell like xxoo with men or not. They really like it, but it's miserable.

It's terrible!

The more Xiao Jian thinks about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. He still has hundreds of millions of dollars in the sun, which is earned by fighting for his life, and I don't know who is living well.

Xiao Jian lost his parents since he was a child, and there are no relatives in N City. At present, he is young and prosperous. Naturally, he did not make a will.

There are no particularly close people around except women.

After such a death, there is really no other possibility of property except confiscate.

The more I thought about it, the more sad I became. On the contrary, the steps under my feet slowed down a little.

At this time, a white light appeared in the black sky, and the dark underground world looked particularly dazzling.

Only Xiao Jian stopped and raised his head in surprise and looked into the air.

The light was obviously aimed at Xiao Jian, and his eyes were getting closer and closer to him.

It looks like a drunken person driving in the clouds.

There won't be a strange man like Sun Wukong, right?

When the bright light reached his top, Xiao Jian's body involuntarily flew up, and when he faced the bright light, his movement stopped.

Subconsciously, the image of Journey to the West appeared, the image of the king of death, beard, tiger beard, wide-character face, cold and angular eyebrows, and a huge judge pen in his hand, pointing to the country, drawing in front of Xiao Jian.

This person looks very funny, but Xiao Jian doesn't dare to laugh.

Farely bowing and asking, "Are you the king of the earth?"

"No, I'm a judge under the king of the year," the man smiled and showed his goodwill to Xiao Jian. He looked much worse than crying.

Originally, he had a frightening face, smiling at you, and a strange expression made people feel that they couldn't keep their souls.

It took Xiao Jian a long time to take back his suddenly lost heart, looked at the other party with a wry smile, and asked, "Am I dead?"

The judge laughed and said, "It can be said or not. Your body has been destroyed, and your soul, black and white, dare not accept it. You can only be considered half dead now.

"What's that called?" Xiao Jian doesn't understand.

Xiao Jian is an atheist. He was surprised to see such a strange thing as the hell judge. He didn't expect that he could still be half dead.

It really feels ridiculous.

"Have you forgotten that you have a psychic treasure in your hand? We knew that you came to hell through it," the judge's words made Xiao Jian understand that it was his ancestral ring that saved him.

can't be regarded as a rescue. Isn't the body destroyed? With the aura on the ring, Xiao Jian is still conscious.

However, people are not human beings and ghosts are not ghosts, which makes Xiao Jian a little embarrassed.

The judge saw through Xiao Jian's thoughts at a glance and laughed, "You are a person with psychic treasures. We can't keep it in hell. We can only let you go back to the Yang world."

--Back to the Yangshi!

There is such a good thing!

Xiao Jian was stunned, and his death died in vain. Isn't it good to come back to life? Xiao Jian also knew that his body was destroyed.

Isn't it necessary to return the soul to someone else's body?

To be honest, Xiao Jian still likes his appearance very much. He is handsome and handsome.

It is certain to pretend to be cool in front of women. The important thing is that since he can return his soul and billions of family wealth, Xiao Jian still wants to get it back.

--However, Xiao Jian also understands that if he tells the judge what he requires, will the other party turn against him?

It's better to be careful.

After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Jian did not dare to mention a word. Instead, he listened to the judge continue: "Of course, it's okay. We also have a condition."

"What "he, that's..." The judge couldn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "Oh, in the past few hundred years, your world has been defeated, causing our underworld to be worse day by day. Fewer and fewer people burn paper money, but the amount on the underworld banknotes is getting larger and larger. Isn't there inflation in your world? The inflation in our underworld is higher. I took a girl yesterday and spent 500 billion yuan on my money. In the past, no, a hundred years ago, I took a girl, and it was only more than 500 yuan a night. I didn't expect that the money now is really worthless! If you pick up a girl, you have to carry a sack..."

The more the judge said, the more excited he became. The judge's pen in his hand flew up and down, which dazzled Xiao Jian. What a tearful he had!

Oh, my God! One billion times the inflation rate is much more tragic than the world. Who dares to say that the price of the world is expensive. Let him come to hell to see it, which can scare him to death.

"Then you didn't think of a solution?"

"Yes, we issued a underworld credit card, but who believes that thing? Ghosts are different from people. They are all dead. Why do you want credit?

That's true, Xiao Jian nodded repeatedly.

"So, when the king of the world heard that you were a genius in the business world with psychic treasures, he was also very happy and sent me to come to you," the judge rubbed the judge's pen hard with his hand. He was also extremely excited, and the hard days were about to end.

"What's the use of looking for me?"

"It's very useful. We want to get the money from the sun to the underworld through you. In that case, our days will be much better."

"It's up to me to get the money from the sun to the underworld..." Xiao Jian frowned. Does he have such a great ability? Although Xiao Jian is also a genius in the stock market, he has a few green onions, and Xiao Jian also knows it.

Needless to say, the famous Uncle Thoros has stirred up Southeast Asian countries and even the whole world like porridge in the Southeast Asian financial crisis. In the end, the leaders of various countries saw Thoros, as if sending a Bodhisattva, kowtowed and sent people abroad. I'm afraid that the corners of the old man's mouth would twitch. My own country has a soft sleeper.

Xiao Jian can only worship his great deeds. He admires him. He stands on the top of the mountain, the other at the foot of the mountain, and in the ravine at the foot of the mountain.

--What's more, is this a human thing to do? What does it cost to get the world's money to the underworld?

Think about it again, how can they consider their thoughts with normal people's thinking?

See the hesitation in Xiao Jian's eyes.

The judge laughed and said, "Don't worry about this. We sent you to ten years ago, such a big event that happened ten years later, you can see it at a glance, plus this mystery..."

The judge's pen in the judge's hand shook, and a golden light broke through the air.

"Stock-God-Secrets" appeared in front of Xiao Jian. The huge four words, like a huge gold signboard, shook Xiao Jian's eyes. It was so difficult to open them, and he could only narrow the corners of his eyes and look at them secretly.

--There is still this good thing in the underworld!

Xiao Jian was suppressed. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the underworld!

His mouth clicked twice, and Xiao Jian's saliva almost flowed out. He listened to the judge talking about himself.

"This stock mysterious book condenses the essence of hundreds of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign stock gods who have been in the stock market for decades. It can be said that it is recognized as a legendary classic by ghosts and gods since ancient times. The person who got it invests in stocks in the stock market as leisurely as walking, and playing with the banker is like playing with an ant. Becoming a billionaire is just a blink of an eye. We give you such a precious thing just to make you the largest stock god in history. No, you can't say it's the stock god anymore, but the stock god in the stock god...

Hearing the judge's loud words than the sky, Xiao Jian spit it out.

"Stop, you have such a good thing, why don't you fire yourself and find me an outsider..."

"Yes, why don't we fry ourselves?" Listening to the question answered casually by a child with low IQ, the judge scratched his head hard with his hand, "Dam, I really don't know, and the king of the ory didn't tell me."

Isn't that a lie?

--Knowing that the king of the den didn't know where to find a broken book to fool himself, Xiao Jian could only accept the conditions of the king of the den. After all, this is not a reasonable place. Really, if you are put into the 18th floor of hell, the good days will come to an end.

What's more, back to my body ten years ago, isn't Xiao Jian still Xiao Jian?

Xiao Jian clearly remembers that although he was still fighting in the stock market ten years ago, he also had hundreds of millions of assets.

So much money is enough to make yourself happy.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jian was at ease.

When the judge saw Xiao Jian agree, he grinned and kept laughing.

With a wave of the judge's pen, the four mysterious characters above Xiao Jian's head inadvertently flashed four golden lights and integrated into Xiao Jian's head.

Xiao Jianhu's body was shocked, and there was a roar like a dragon in his body, and the laughter of the judge could be faintly heard in his ears.

"Xiao Jian, the mystery was put into your deep memory by me. Even the conversation between you and me was put in your subconscious. When you wake up, the experience in hell is like a dream. In your subconscious, we will constantly remind you of our trade. Waiting for your good news. Don't worry, we will protect you in the sun. No matter what kind of danger you encounter, it will turn good into bad luck.

There are too many harsh words, and the judge's sentence turns bad luck into good luck.

" turn good fortune into evil, grandma, it's not good to say anything!" With Xiao Jian's scolding, his consciousness gradually blurred, and in the end, he didn't know anything.

The judge is the judge, and what he said is indeed very effective.

When Xiao Jian regained consciousness, the wind on the building roared by, and he actually stood on the top of the 50-story N City Financial Building.

In my heart, there is a sense of contempt for the world.

Who is the hero when pointing out the country and looking at the world?

With a wave of the arm, thousands of lives move slowly under their feet like ants.

This kind of courage, this kind of heroic feelings are released, really...

Xiao Jian has the idea that the world is in hand and only I am respected.

"King of the Wild, wait for my good news!"

But at this time, something terrible happened.

There was a sad cry behind Xiao Jian, "Xiao Jian, you must not jump! If you really jump, there will be nothing left."

"What, I can't jump down. Why did I jump down?" Xiao fitness shivered and almost fell down.

My heart was swung. Look at this height of 500 meters. I stood in such a high place and was very proud. -- Judge, his grandma, you want me to die!

Xiao Jian relied on the only idea left in his memory and scolded again.

The judge's laughter came from his ears, "Brother Xiao Jian, I'm not tossing you, isn't this also the order of the King of Hell? I have to listen."

The voice became smaller and smaller, more and more inaudible, and finally disappeared without a trace.

No matter how flustered Xiao Jian became, his body dared not move any more.

Looking back nervously, the woman more than ten meters away cried as charmingly as a pear flower with water. Her thin figure, small size and delicate body trembled with crying, and the tears on her face fell from her pink cheeks, looking painfully. She saw Xiao Jian's eyes are very moved.

"Ning'er, it's my Ning'er!"

Conditions? Xiao Jian looked at the other party puzzledly, and the judge negotiated with himself, which was really incomprehensible.