After walking on for a while, Qi Lechuan never laughed. He was in hell. After two lifetimes, no matter how strong she was, she couldn't help but want to retching.

Qi Jiujiu seemed very satisfied with her reaction.

"I don't know if the Ghost King is here, I'm neglected. Please atone for my sins." King Qin Guang looked quite right, wearing a long robe, and his aura was pretty good, like a figure who manages the eighteen levels of hell.

The cow head and horse face immediately saluted him.

Qi Lechuan frowned, why didn’t the donkey head and the bull head salute Xiaojiu?

Xiaojiu is higher than his official position when he heard this guy.

According to the rules, the Ten Palaces of Hell will be under the jurisdiction of the Ghost King.

That childish, playful, with a strong temper, and strong Ghost King became the thorn in the eyes of the Ten Palaces of Hell, and the flesh was thorn in the flesh. How could a ghost king without management manage the Ten Palaces of Hell?

This is also the starting point of the contradiction.

Xiaojiu glanced at him, his eyes darkened, and his words were full of disdain, "King Qin Guang? Why are you going to flatter him again? Get out of here."

Qi Lechuan looked at him. This little ghost has a really bad temper and doesn't save face for the ghost. He is also an official.

King Qin Guang seemed to be indifferent on the surface, and even looked surprised, "Oh, Ghost King, why did you make yourself look like this? You really suffered from outside."

Qi Jiujiu reached out to look at his little fleshy hand, and he rubbed his bellyband, his movements were a bit slow.

Later, he suddenly raised his eyes and met King Qin Guang and said lightly, "Don't you know where my body is?"

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

As soon as these words were said, Qi Lechuan's position was very clear.

King Qin Guang's face did not change, and he said without any surprise when he changes, "You are wronging me. That day, the eighteen levels of hell were in chaos, and I was so busy that you disappeared from now on. I thought..."

He has some meaning.

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

Qi Lechuan knew that it was such an occasion that he shouldn't speak, but he wanted to laugh. Qi Jiujiu has learned from Tang Kuang these days, not giving people face, being sarcastic and mean.

What else did King Qin Guang want to say? As soon as he opened his mouth, Qi Jiujiu left far away and cursed, "Get out, don't wait for me to kill you."

Qi Jiujiu's bad temper was exposed, and the one he didn't want to reply the most was this, a bunch of bad ghosts.

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

They were leaving, and the cow head and horse face were trembling and trying to keep up with them.

Unexpectedly, King Qin Guang stopped them, his tone was not wrong, "Who is the child around the Ghost King?"

But he was afraid of the bull head and horse face. King Qin Guang was famously insidious and cunning, and he did the best on the surface.

The two brothers also heard what the Ghost King meant, maybe the Ten Palaces of Yama Luo wanted to kill the Ghost King.

The two brothers dare not listen to such a major event, for fear of death.

Ma Mian was quite calm and replied, "Zhu Yin Ren, a descendant of the Tang family."

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

The two brothers are not fools, so they still have to hug someone with strong strength at all times.

King Qin Guang stood there and looked at their backs and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "What a crazy thing? He has the ability to kill the Ghost King once, and he will have the second time."

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

Qi Lechuan opened his eyes. This place was much safer than she thought. Her identity changed too quickly and she had not responded for a while.

Qi Jiujiu hurriedly rummaged through the cabinet when he entered the door. Seeing her in a daze, he said disgusted, "Why are you standing there? Move all my antiques out and sell them for a good price, so that you can save you a day by day."

She was stunned.

Not to mention her, even NiuTou and Horse Face didn't expect that they were so short of money now?

I saw a little ghost floating around the house, almost lifting the floor, but took out all the treasures hidden for thousands of years and piled them up into a small hill.

"I just sniffed a little, our Qi family is not that poor." She retorted in a low voice, not strong enough.

"What else do you do besides cheating on the street with your fingers? How much money can you make? A poor fortune teller." The little ghost was aggressive.

She couldn't even refute it.

Since ancient times, fortune tellers have mainly traveled around the world, and the sky is the curtain and the earth is the mat. Wherever you go, you can earn a little money to support yourself. That's enough.

She sat there a little uncomfortable. She took out the spiritual wood hairpin from the cloth bag that she never left, drew a talisman paper tape on her body, temporarily covering her humanity.

"Why are you sitting there when you are poor fortune teller? Find a way to take all of these away." He pointed to the antiques piled up on the ground and told her in an imperative tone that she was so fierce.

Qi Lechuan's mouth was really twitching, "It's unreasonable."

"What did you say?" He floated over and stared at her fiercely, "This is the eighteen-level hell. If you don't see whose territory it is, you will restrain yourself when you know whether you should restrain yourself?"

She also glared back fiercely, "Have you restrained it once?"

He snorted proudly and glared back with his chest, "What are you doing with a strong ghost?"

She was speechless and couldn't fight back for a long time. She could only look at Xiaoshan and worry.

Suddenly, Qi Jiujiu turned his eyes and curled his lips, "You can find a way to take away these antiques, I'll go out."

Mamong was a ghost with a wink, so he quickly went up and got a piece of clothing for the Ghost King.

The red bellyband on Qi Jiujiu was worn by Qi Lechuan when he was a child. He was going to throw it away, but Master Qi forced him to burn it. He dressed up like a baby who gave him blessings, which was very festive.

Although he disliked him, he never took it off.

Qi Jiujiu casually put his clothes on, walked to the door and stopped, turned his head and spoke quietly to the cowhead and horse face, "If she is not here when I come back, I will throw you brothers into the hell of the oil pan."

Niu Tou Horse Nodded quickly, saying that even if he was scattered, he had to let Qi Lechuan live.

Qi Jiujiu was not far away, and his breath lingered around her, alleviating the coldness of the yin energy entering her body.

Qi Lechuan squatted there and looked at a few treasures. They were indeed valuable things, and any of them reached the point of handing over to the country.

I think Qi Jiujiu really feels that Qi's family is poor.

The Qi family has only one handicap, located on the street, and usually makes a living by selling antiques and fortune-telling. In fact, Master Qi Ba didn't save much money in his life.

But it's enough for her to have no worries about food and clothing in her life.

On this side, Qi Jiujiu closed his clothes and floated around his chest in the air, watching the Ten Palaces of Hell tell a bunch of fartful nonsense.

I just wanted to ask him where he has disappeared for so long, why is he still alive, and why he has not died yet.
Chapter completed!