Because of Yan Jiu's words.
The person on the left wasn't the only one who was stunned.
In a place unseen by ordinary people, the terrifying spirit of the person who jumped to their death is standing behind Zuo Shou.
He stretched out his bloodstained hand.
He wanted to grab the slender neck of the left hand.
Today is my left hand's birthday.
It was also Duan You's birthday, and Duan You had been waiting since the beginning of the year for this day to take Zuo Shou's life.
This was Duan You's strongest day.
Duan You never expected that he would be discovered.
The left hand was unaware of the evil spirit behind it.
He was frightened by Yan Jiu's words.
Yan Jiu's lips curled into a meaningful smile, which was even more chilling than her cold expression.
With his left hand bolstering his courage, he asked, "What underworld?"
Yan Jiu thoughtfully explained, "It's commonly known as the underworld, where there are eighteen levels of hell specially prepared for people like you."
Left Hand stood up: "What a joke, I'd go to hell!?"
Yan Jiu added, "Not only will you go to hell, but you will also be reborn as a pig in your next life and suffer slaughter."
The left hand sneered, "You think..."
Before he could finish speaking...
I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left abdomen.
It looks like I got beaten up.
This inexplicable pain lasted for a long time.
They arrived at the emergency center after a long time.
Only then did his left hand close its eyes forever.
Before my left hand was severed due to stomach cancer.
Yan Jiu focused on her left hand.
She didn't expect this deal to go through.
However, the procedures that require attention cannot be omitted.
Today's live stream is different from usual.
Outraged netizens exclaimed that it was a great relief.
He can be described as a man of strong emotions.
I was a bit rude today, good riddance!
[A tap on the electronic wooden fish, a turn of the electronic prayer beads, and all your worries and anxieties disappear~~~]
Amitabha Buddha, I will not go to hell, but you will.
[If it were just plagiarism, he wouldn't deserve to die, but he harmed people and showed no remorse... he truly deserves to be destroyed!]
[My smile wiped out all the good karma I'd accumulated. What can I do? Just keep doing good deeds and accumulating more merit.]
Unlike the anger expressed by netizens.
Yan Jiu paid special attention to the bewildered Duan Youyin spirit.
She didn't know what was wrong with the underworld, that it would allow spirits who had been there to return to the mortal realm.
They should at least send a ghost messenger to accompany them.
Unless there are no extra "people" available.
Yan Jiu decided to take some time to visit the underworld.
Just as she was about to close the live stream.
A man paced and stopped in front of the iron gate.
Wearing sunglasses, Yan Jiu watched as the person politely rang the doorbell, then walked straight towards her.
He came with his back to the light.
His tall and imposing physique made it hard to breathe, as if there was a suffocating feeling of Mount Tai pressing down on you or dark clouds looming over the city.
The man's shadow on the ground was stretched long by the sunlight. He was wearing a loose black hoodie and sweatpants set, and in addition to wearing the hoodie hood, he also wore a baseball cap inside the hoodie hood.
A black mask covered most of his face.
It makes it impossible to tell what they look like.
But there is no doubt that it will never be ugly.
Yan Jiu saw only the pair of emerald eyes that the newcomer revealed, the same color as her senior brother's eyes.
She couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards him.
Yan Jiu spoke first: "Hello."
All I saw was...
The man lowered his eyes slightly.
Beneath her delicate brow bone, her eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if concealing an intense past rarely seen in ordinary people.
He shed his youthful arrogance.
In his early twenties, he had already developed a composure and courage that came from years of experience.
Upon seeing this.
Yan Jiu inexplicably thought of her senior brother.
If she could have grown up with her senior brother in her past life, her senior brother in his twenties would probably look like this, right?
When Yan Jiu was 3 years old, she was met and adopted by her master. When she was 10 years old, her senior brother, who was 3 years older than her, disappeared.
Until his master passed away.
Until Yan Jiu grew up.
She still hadn't found her senior brother.
so.
Yan Jiu had never seen what her senior brother looked like when he grew up.
Because Yan Jiu cannot predict her senior brother's future appearance, the possibility of deducing his adult appearance based on his childhood facial features is 0.
When Lang Zongyi spoke, he took his left hand out of his pocket and let his hands hang naturally, showing his gentlemanly manners: "Hello, I would like to have an urn made for myself."
He looked down at Yan Jiu, who was lying on the chair.
Make sure you haven't gone to the wrong funeral home.
at the same time.
His mind subconsciously scanned his surroundings.
Then.
Lang Zongyi's gaze lingered on the corner of the wall.
There are two walls on the left and right sides at the entrance to the attic.
One side was occupied by a food bowl and a doghouse, while the other side was occupied by pebbles and a green plant sprout.
Upon seeing this.
Lang Zongyi felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.
If he wasn't mistaken.
Among a pile of pebbles was an amber-colored stone, which was the very same witch stone that had caused such a stir in the Xuanmen sect.
This very witch stone, which everyone coveted, was casually placed by Yan Jiu in the open courtyard.
Lang Zongyi gave Yan Jiu a meaningful look.
He underestimated Yan Jiu's courage.
Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiushi.
Naturally, one could see the stinky tofu next to Yan Jiu.
His body suddenly stopped.
In his missing memories, there seemed to be a little person who liked to eat this strange thing.
Who is it?
Lang Zongyi couldn't remember.
He was in a vegetative state until he was 13 years old.
Logically, he shouldn't have any memories.
But he knew he had his memories.
He simply couldn't remember any of that period of his life.
Yan Jiu was extremely excited at this moment.
She never expected that people would patronize her even when she wasn't working.
Yan Jiu stood up briskly: "Don't worry, everyone who has used my family's urns says they're good."
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