"Enough...enough."

The ghost messenger laughed, took the paper money, and ran away.

Later, a black hand was seen stretching out from the door.

It's the hand of a ghost.

Because there were still a lot of paper money scattered on the ground, he grabbed another handful.

Zhao Yun twitched the corner of his mouth.

This must be a money-grubbing bastard.

It's so interesting. Even after everyone left, they still came back to grab another handful.

It's rare to see such a motivated ghost.

"Leaving now?"

"Can paper money in the earth be used in the underworld?"

"You are indeed the best in the world! Even the ghosts were scared away."

Everyone was whispering and looking in awe.

Not only was it awe-inspiring, it was also novel.

It turns out that ghosts are not that scary after all! They are also easy to talk to.

"This kid is too..."

Look at Ziling and Xiao Linglong, their expressions are particularly wonderful.

The young master of the Zhao family is really good at bluffing people. He can bluff people from the underworld, not even those from the underworld. This guy can't even blush or breathe.

Nonsense, I'm scared.

Luna coughed dryly and wiped a handful of illusory sweat.

I was really afraid that the ghost was missing something. If he turned around and really found Pluto, there would be no need to summon spirits. She and Zhao Yun would both be invited to drink tea in the underworld.

In fact, the possibility of ghosts looking for Pluto is...very small.

According to the level of the human world, Guizhan is just a catcher at best.

Pluto, on the other hand, is similar to an emperor. He has to dare to ask the police to find the emperor. Even if he has the heart, given his level, he cannot see Pluto.

Compared to this, it would be more comfortable to take some money and go back.

It was precisely because of this understanding that she dared to deceive, and she was sure that Guizhao would not dare to go to Pluto, and her pressure was just right, enough to scare Guizhao out of his wits.

Win-win cooperation.

They want souls, and ghost messengers have money to take them, so why not do it.

"I had known I could cause trouble, so why bother?"

Luna sat on the moon again, muttering alone.

This is true. Building a good relationship with ghosts is much easier than summoning souls. In fact, you don’t even need to find soul flowers, you don’t even need to set up a soul-summoning array, and you don’t need everyone’s help. Just one ever-burning lamp is enough.

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Buzz!

As he spoke, the door to the underworld closed.

The moment the door closed, the black candlelight of the ever-burning lamp returned to normal, and a wisp of soul floated out. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it floated into Fu Rong's body. It was time for the ghost mission to let go, to take people's money and give people their souls.

As the old saying goes, money can make the world go round.

Today, everyone saw the live version.

It turns out that ghosts are not that scary, and they are also easy to talk to.

Things that can be solved with money are nothing.

The ghosts are gone, and the time has come to witness the miracle...

Looking at Furong, who was sleeping as ice as ice, her little finger actually trembled slightly. A trace of life energy had revived, and it had become a prairie fire on her body. Her heartbeat gradually began to start, and the blood that had been solidified for nearly ten years began to flow slowly.

Now, my cheeks, which were originally as pale as paper, also had touches of rosy color.

"Really...resurrected?"

Everyone was shocked, their eyes widened with shock.

Although Furong has not yet woken up, her vitality has been revived, and it is only a matter of time before she wakes up.

The previous doubts now finally have answers.

A person who has been dead for nearly ten years can really return to the earth.

At this moment, everyone collectively looked at Zhao Yun, who was covered in black robes.

No. 1 in the world, he is enlightened!

"It's shocking."

Zi Ling whispered, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe it.

That little martial arts cultivator in the True Spiritual Realm actually has the power to conquer the heavens.

"Even the master may not be able to do it!"

Xiao Linglong is in a surging mood, she can make Furong return to the sun, and her methods are amazing!

Zhao Yun's body trembled violently and he suppressed tears.

If the situation hadn't been inappropriate, he would have knelt down in front of the bed.

He plays Hong Yuan, and the play still needs to be performed, and his identity cannot be revealed yet.

Zhao Yuan didn't have the scruples he had.

"Hibiscus."

My father had rushed to the bed, bursting into tears with tears streaming down his face.

Zhao Yun immediately turned around and left like the wind.

He wanted to take off this black robe as soon as possible and come back as Zhao Yun.

"gone."

Although everyone was still unfinished, they still stood up and retreated quietly. They were obviously not suitable to be present for the sensational scene that followed. Ten years apart, the couple should have a lot to say.

"Where...is this."

Furong woke up and opened her eyes again after nearly ten years.

Maybe he had been dead for too long, or maybe he had been sleeping for too long. When he opened his eyes, he looked like a puppet, with a dull expression and empty eyes, just looking at the roof quietly.

"Hibiscus."

Zhao Yuan choked up.

This call was hoarse.

At this point, Furong slowly looked sideways, and her empty eyes gradually became more confused. In the confusion, there was a trace of clarity and a touch of emotion. Everything turned into mist, reflecting the candlelight, and condensed into

Frost.

"Am I... not dead?"

"Yun'er's master, Hongyuan of Daxia, has resurrected you."

"Master? Hongyuan?"

"None of this matters."

Zhao Yuan couldn't hold it back any longer and hugged Furong fiercely into his arms. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength and wanted to integrate his wife into his body. In the past ten years, in spring, autumn, winter and summer, the flowers have withered and bloomed. His wife

, finally came back.

"Where have you been."

"Your master is here and he resurrected your mother."

Here, as soon as everyone left the room, they bumped into Zhao Yun who was coming.

Since Hongyuan came, Zhao Yun has not been seen.

After all, he is an apprentice.

He is a son after all.

Why are you so careless? That guy is more dedicated than you.

He is pretending to be Hong Yuan, it would be strange to see him.

Zilingmen'er Qing, Xiaolinglong Yemen'er Qing.

Menerqing returned to Menerqing, but neither of them exposed Zhao Yun.
To be continued...