Chapter 89: Encounter with acquaintances in hell

Chapter 89: Meet an acquaintance in hell

Maybe friends have guessed who the old man with his nose is. That's right. That old man is the old man who used to teach me the art of charm.

Originally, I should have been very happy to see the old thing, but I can't be happy when I think of where I am now. You know, this is the underworld. There is only one possibility for the old thing to appear here, that is, to die.

I looked at the old man with tears flashing in the corners of his eyes, and I couldn't help sighing that the old man was really doing well. The old man looked at me and said to me, "Little thing, I haven't seen you for many years. I've grown up a lot."

I turned around and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and said to the old man, "Of course, old man, you are doing well. When did you die?"

At this time, a head was stretched out in a small room behind the old man. The devil's face was thin and yellow, and his face was serious. Seeing that I was chatting with the old man, he shouted harshly, "The ghost door is not allowed to chat."

The identity of the ghost should be much higher than that of the old man. The old man was afraid to speak with a bitter face. When I saw this scene, I immediately had the idea of sweeping the yellow-faced ghost with AK47, but I still didn't dare to look around. If you can't be hard here, you can only be soft.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly ran to the side of the small house. Looking at the yellow-faced ghost, I stuffed the money into it and said, "Master, that man was my master when he was alive. I want to talk to him. Do you think you can make it more flexible?"

The ghost slowly put away the money and said in embarrassment, "It's working time now. It may be a little difficult."

I thought that this dead man seemed to have a big appetite, and it was not enough to have so much, so I stopped sending money to it and said to it, "Master, please be flexible. Your two masters of black and white impermanence are quite familiar with me. I have also said hello to these two masters when I came to Yin. Do you think?"

The ghost in the room shivered when he heard me move out of such a big black and white impermanence and said to me, "You can talk to him, but don't talk for too long. Don't make it difficult for me."

I nodded hurriedly, turned around and pulled the old man to the ghostless place. After arriving at the ghostless place, I wanted to take out the cigarette and give it to the old man, but I couldn't find the smoke all over my body. Wang Ming forgot to burn it for me.

The old man suddenly became satisfactory when he saw me all over my body. He took out a cigarette from his body, took one in his mouth, handed me the rest and said to me, "Little boy, you haven't quit yet."

I took the cigarette and looked at the old man's cigarette box. The shell of the cigarette box was all black, and the white words on it were crooked and crooked with "local cigarettes". Looking at the many cigarettes in the cigarette box, I took out one and put it in my mouth, and put the rest in my own pocket.

I touched my whole body but couldn't find the lighter, so I hurriedly said to the old man, "Give me a fire, old man. Don't just look at it."

The old man smiled, and his fingers suddenly lit a blue flame. I hurried over and lit the cigarette. I smoked and found that the smell of the ghost smoke was really good.

The old man also lit himself. Seeing that I didn't plan to return the cigarette to him, he immediately scolded me with a smile, "Little bastard, I lost a pack of cigarettes as soon as I came."

I looked at the old man, reached out and grabbed a large handful of paper money from the bag and stuffed it into the old man's hand, and said, "Look at your powerless. Is it better than a pack of cigarettes? Can't I buy it?"

The old man smiled and said, "The little thing is quite good now. It will be overcast. By the way, what are you doing over the overcast? You're not coming to see me, are you?"

I shook my head and said to the old man and said, "You think it's beautiful. It's hard to say. Anyway, I'm here to save people. How about the old man? Look at my current ability, I haven't humiliated you."

The old man nodded and said, "It's almost the same as when I was young. I haven't beaten a lot of ghosts these years."

I said to the old man with a smile, "Absolutely a lot of fights, such as water evil spirits, evil tires, roadblocking evil spirits, and evil spirits. How about it? Is it awesome?"

The old man was distracted for a while, nodded and smiled at me, "It's awesome. It seems that my charm has a descendant."

I also smiled at the old man and said, "There are more than descendants. You still have apprentices and grandchildren. It's the pubic pupil. I didn't let you down."

The old man was still the same. He nodded to me with a smile. It seemed that he was sighing something. Seeing this, I asked the old man again, " By the way, old man, why did you come to the underworld as a ghost?"

The old man smiled at me and said, "I'll come when I die. The judge said that I did a lot of good things when I was alive, so he asked me to be a ghost before the ghost gate is closed to avoid the suffering of reincarnation."

Looking at this obscene old man, I can't help sighing that good people will still get good retribution, but they can only get good retribution after death. I asked the old man, "When did you die, old man? Why don't you inform me?"

The old man despised me and said, "You have no conscience, how dare you say that you haven't come back since you left. I hung up three years after you left. At that time, I wanted to give you a dream, but at that time, your ability was a little better, and I couldn't get into you."

I thought that I should be in middle school three years after I left the old man. At that time, I watched Qimen Dunjia and charms every day. The old man was just a wandering soul. Of course, there was no way to give me a dream when I was sleeping.

At this time, the old man asked me again, "That's right, what the hell are you doing here? It's not like you're here to play."

I nodded and told the old man everything. I didn't need to hide anything from him. When the old man listened, he pondered for a moment and said to me, "Why didn't you come earlier? There was a girl wandering in front of the ghost gate before, and then came in."

When I learned that Hao Xiumin had entered the ghost gate, I was shocked. I know that entering the ghost gate means hopeless. I can't go in.

But when I thought that the guard of the toll station should not be difficult to get in. Thinking of this, I hurried to the old man's side, took the old man's hand and begged to him, "Old man, I must save that girl. You figure it out. At worst, I'll give you all the money, will it?"

The old man stared at me and said, "Nonsense, do you know how guilty it is to break into the ghost's door? Go back quickly and say that you can't be saved."

I shook my head and said, "No, I won't go back if I don't save people. Think of a way. I know you must have a way."

The old man also shook his head and said to me, "I'm just a little devil. What can I do? Go back quickly. I really can't help you this time."

I saw that the old man didn't mean to help me at all. I was suddenly anxious. I hurriedly shouted to the old man, "Damn, old man, you don't help me, will you? Then I'll go by myself."

As I said, I danced the AK47 in my hand. When the old man saw that I was going to rush and grabbed me, he said to me, "My ancestor, you want to break through the door with that shit. Go back quickly."

Seeing that the old man still didn't mean to help me, I struggled hard and the old man's hand was about to rush up, but the old man hugged me and begged me, "Ancestor, don't make trouble. Can't I help you?"

When I heard this, I hurriedly stopped and turned my head to ask the old man, "Really, tell me how you can help."

The old man straightened his clothes and said to me, "It's the same sentence. I'm just a little ghost. I can't help you. It's up to you."

Hearing this, I raised the AK47 on my chest and said to the old man, "You mean you still have to rely on this thing."

The old man hurriedly motioned me to put down the gun quickly and said to me, "You'd better not count on that shit. I want you to rely on yourself. It depends on your ability. Do you understand?"

I put down the AK artifact made by some two dogs, nodded to the old man and said, "I can understand, but what skills should I use? I'm a soul now, and I can't do anything."

The old man shook his head and said, "No, there is another set of skills you can use. Don't you know Qimen Dunjia? You can use the four-character truth of Qimen Dunjia."