As she walked continuously, Qi Lechuan never smiled. There were all kinds of hells. After two lives, no matter how strong her mind was, she couldn't help but feel like retching.

Qi Jiujiu seemed very satisfied with her reaction.

"I didn't know that the King of Ghosts is here. Please atone for your neglect." King Qin Guang looks decent. He wears a robe and has a decent aura. He looks like a person who manages the eighteenth level of hell.

The bull-headed horse-faced man immediately saluted him.

Qi Lechuan frowned, why didn't the donkey and ox heads salute Xiao Jiu?

According to this guy, Xiaojiu has a higher official position than him.

According to the rules, the ten palaces of Yama will be under the control of the ghost king.

That childish, fun-loving, hot-tempered, and powerful ghost king has become a thorn in the side of the Tenth Palace of Yama. How can a ghost king with no management ability manage the Tenth Palace of Yama?

This is also the starting point of the contradiction.

Xiaojiu glanced at him, her eyes darkened, and her words were full of disdain, "King Qin Guang? Are you trying to flatter me again? Get out of here."

Qi Lechuan looked at him. This kid had a really bad temper. He didn't give him any face. He was still an official.

King Qin Guang seemed indifferent on the surface, and even looked surprised, "Oh, Ghost King, how did you get yourself into this state? You are really suffering outside."

Qi Jiujiu stretched out his hand to look at his little fleshy hand, and wiped it on his bellyband, his movements a little slow.

Then he raised his eyes abruptly and looked at King Qin Guang, and said calmly, "Don't you know very well where my true body is?"

Even Qi Lechuan felt this coercion, and even heard murderous intent in his words.

As soon as these words came out, Qi Lechuan's position was very clear.

King Qin Guang's face remained unchanged and he said calmly, "You have wronged me. There was chaos in the Eighteenth Level of Hell that day, and I was very busy. But you disappeared from then on. I thought..."

He meant something.

Qi Jiujiu picked him up, pulled Qi Lechuan forward, and said sarcastically, "Thought I was dead? I'm sorry, I'm not dead. I disappoint you, get out."

Qi Lechuan knew that he shouldn't speak in this situation, but he wanted to snicker. Qi Jiujiu had learned from Tang Kuang in the past few days, not to give others face, and to be sarcastic and mean.

King Qin Guang wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Qi Jiujiu cursed from far away, "Get out of here, don't wait for me to kill you."

Qi Jiujiu's bad temper was exposed, and the last thing he wanted to do was to return to this, a bunch of fucking bastards.

He also wanted to give Qi Lechuan a long memory. He should never be curious about things that he shouldn't be curious about.

They were leaving, and the ox-headed horse with trembling faces wanted to follow them.

Unexpectedly, King Qin Guang stopped them and his tone was correct, "Who is the child next to the Ghost King?"

The bull-headed and horse-faced man was afraid. King Qin Guang was famous for his insidiousness and cunning, and he was the best at superficial skills.

The two brothers also heard what the Ghost King meant. Maybe it was Yama of the Tenth Palace who wanted to kill the Ghost King.

The two brothers dare not listen to such a big matter for fear of death.

Ma Mian was still calm and replied, "A wanderer, a descendant of the Tang family."

Niu Tou poked him secretly, and the two ghosts hurried to catch up with the Ghost King and Qi Lechuan.

The two brothers are not fools. At this time, you still need to hug someone who is strong.

King Qin Guang stood there and looked at their backs with a sneer on his lips, "Why are you crazy? If he can kill the Ghost King once, he can do it a second time."

The four of them walked all the way to a remote and exquisite mansion. This was the Ghost King's Mansion, which was given to him by Pluto himself.

Qi Lechuan opened her eyes. It was much safer here than she thought. Her identity changed so quickly that she didn't react for a while.

Qi Jiujiu hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and cabinets as soon as he walked in. Seeing her in a daze, he said with disdain, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Move all my antiques away and sell them at a good price. This will save you from becoming destitute every day."

She was stunned.

Don't talk about her, even Niutou Mamian didn't expect that everyone is so short of money now?

I saw a little ghost floating around in the room, almost lifting the floor, but he took out all the treasures that had been hidden for thousands of years and piled them into a small mountain.

"I just picked a little bit, our Qi family is not that poor." She retorted in a low voice without any momentum.

"What else do you do besides pinching your fingers and cheating on the streets? How much money can you make? You're a fortune teller." The kid said aggressively.

She couldn't refute even if she wanted to.

Since ancient times, fortune tellers have mainly traveled around the world, using the sky as a curtain and the earth as a bed. Wherever they go, it is enough to earn a few small coins to support themselves.

She felt a little uncomfortable sitting there, so she took out the spiritual wood hairpin from the cloth bag that she never left, drew a new talisman paper and carried it with her, temporarily hiding her human appearance.

"You poor fortune teller, why are you sitting there? Find a way to take all these away." He pointed at the antiques piled up on the ground and said to her in a commanding tone, fierce and fierce.

The corner of Qi Lechuan's mouth was really twitching, "What an unreasonable thing."

"What did you say?" He floated over and stared at her fiercely, "This is the eighteenth level of hell. If you don't look at whose territory it is, do you know how to restrain yourself when it's time to restrain yourself?"

She glared back at this nonsense, "Have you ever restrained yourself?"

He snorted arrogantly, crossed his arms and stared back, "What is a powerful ghost doing with restraint?"

She was speechless and couldn't reply even after holding it for a long time. She could only look at Xiaoshan and worry.

Suddenly Qi Jiujiu turned his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, "You think of a way to take away these antiques, and I'll go out."

Ma Mian was a ghost with a wink, and he quickly went up to get some clothes for the ghost king.

The red bellyband Qi Jiujiu wore was worn by Qi Lechuan when he was a child. He was originally going to throw it away, but Qi Baye burned it for him and dressed him up like a lucky baby. It was very festive.

Although he said he disliked it, he never took it off.

Qi Jiujiu put on his clothes casually, stopped when he reached the door, turned to face the bull-headed horse and said quietly, "If she is not here when I come back, I will throw you two brothers into the hell of oil pot."

The bull-headed horse-faced man nodded quickly, saying that even if he was in despair, he still had to keep Qi Lechuan alive.

Qi Jiujiu didn't walk far, and his breath lingered around her, helping her relieve the coldness of the Yin Qi entering her body.

Qi Lechuan squatted there and stretched out his hand to look at a few treasures. They were indeed valuable things, and any one of them was ready to be handed over to the country.

Come to think of it, Qi Jiujiu really felt that the Qi family was poor.

The Qi family only has one market, located on the street. They usually make a living by selling antiques and telling fortunes. In fact, Qi Baye has not saved much money in his life.

But it is enough for her to have enough food and clothing for the rest of her life.

Here, Qi Jiujiu gathered his clothes and floated in the air with his arms folded, watching the Tenth Palace Yama talking about a bunch of nonsense.

I just want to ask him where he went after disappearing for so long, why he is still alive, and why he is not dead yet.
Chapter completed!