Chapter 112: Each with His Own Thoughts (2)

The night is as quiet as water.

In the quiet summer night, you can only hear the shallow breathing of the people around you.

Although Qi Ruolan kept her eyes closed, Ning Huanxin knew that she was not really asleep.

The breathing sounds of a person when awake and asleep are completely different, and these cannot escape the ears of Ning Huanxin, who has practiced martial arts for many years.

In fact, who can sleep? This world is really weird and frightening.

It is a picturesque and idyllic village, but in the middle of the night, not even the sound of frogs or cicadas can be heard, and there is not even a mosquito.

Ning Huanxin tossed and turned in bed. Finally, she got up gently and tiptoed out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Qi Ruolan on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

There was a gleam of light in her eyes, which flashed away...

** It's cold in the yard.

Ning Huanxin looked at the time on her phone. It was already late at night. She hadn't charged it for a day, and her phone was really about to run out of battery.

In the dead of night, when no one was disturbing her, Ning Huanxin finally opened her WeChat.

The Drowned Ghost hadn't replied to her message, and the group chat was much quieter tonight.

Yes, whether you are a human or a ghost, you have things to do, right?

"bite"

At this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly heard a message alert sound. She was stunned for a moment and found that there was a message from King Qin Guang.

King Qin Guang: You accepted my red envelope but didn't even say thank you, let alone give me a gift in return.

Seeing this message, Ning Huanxin was stunned for a moment, and replied absentmindedly with a "thank you".

King Qin Guang: Your thank you is not sincere at all. How about this, show me your photo as a return gift. Don't try to just take a photo of someone else to please me. I know what you look like.

Know yourself?

Ning Huanxin looked at it for a long time, and finally suddenly typed a line of words.

Dead extra: King Qin Guang, are you a human or a ghost? King Qin Guang: I am the Lord of the Underworld.

Ning Huanxin: ...

The Lord of the Underworld? He really thinks he is the King of Hell! Ning Huanxin was originally in a very depressed mood, but after reading this message, she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

The person who could chat with himself on the underworld version of WeChat was probably not an ordinary person, perhaps just a ghost. But he said he was the King of Hell, and Ning Huanxin really didn't believe it.

Dead extra: Since you say you are the King of Hell, then I ask you, when will I die? Qin Guang Wang: As early as nine years ago, you died.

Nine years ago? Ning Huanxin was completely dumbfounded when she heard what King Qin Guang said.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Nine years ago, she did have a serious illness and almost died, but luckily she survived in the end. However, Ning Huanxin still only has a vague memory of that illness, and she can't remember many other details.

Dead extra: It seems that you know a lot, you are really not a human. But... you said that I died a long time ago, why am I still in the world of the living and not in the underworld? Did Lord Hades give me a backdoor?

King Qin Guang: When you remember it, you will know the reason. I am going to take a rest. Don’t forget to take a picture for me.

Ghosts are better at keeping secrets than humans! Ning Huanxin couldn't help curling her lips, and then she gently adjusted the camera. The light at night was very dim, and the pixels of her knockoff phone were also rubbish, but this was just right. She could take a photo of her face so that she could fool him.

(End of this chapter)