"Don't you have a little black cat? If I give you the bottle, you can raise the little cub for the Ghost King. It's a little bit of my appreciation."

He Xiaoman shushed him: "You claim to be a contract worker who can do anything for money, how can you be so kind?"

"How do you talk? Little girl, Mr. Che, what kind of person am I?"

He Xiaoman nodded honestly and said, "That's the kind of person you are." Unexpectedly, he moved a lot, and his head hit the coffin board with a "bang" sound. It hurt so much!

No wonder Teacher Niu always likes to lift up coffin boards, this crap is too difficult to fake corpses.

Although the black coffin is larger than ordinary coffins, it is for the dead after all, not for the living. The space inside is very cramped, and two people can only lie sideways. If you want to turn over, you must first lift the coffin board.

.

Anyway, they have already shared the same bed. He Xiaoman has a carefree personality, and Feng Che is also focused on nothing. Although they had pretended to pursue each other for a few days before, the two of them were not embarrassed at all.

The reason why the coffin couldn't be opened was not because there was any mechanism, but because there was something like corpse energy locked inside that was generated by the long-term living of the coffin. Taking advantage of the time when He Xiaoman was fighting with the coffin, Fengche took the unlucky coffin.

The Fu family copied everything, and he got all the ghost spirits into small bottles.

"Don't underestimate this thing. I've been with you for I don't know how many years. If that guy, the Ghost King, had two bottles of this thing before he went through the tribulation, he might have become the king of your world."

"Then what?" Shattering the void and becoming a generation of gods who became Taoists through ghosts?

"Then the universe will send people to destroy him."

"Pfft!" He Xiaoman almost choked on his own saliva.

Then His universe is too ruthless, shameless and unreasonable, right?

It’s you who allow people to practice cultivation, it’s you who prevent others from succeeding, and it’s you who are lucky enough to succeed without any reason to be saved!

"How can there be so much reason? For his universe, maintaining the stability of each realm is the most important thing. Any species that can destroy the world with its single combat power is prohibited from existing. The emperor talks about balance and checks, and his universe

It’s also the same truth.”

"Haha." He Xiaoman rolled his eyes: "To put it bluntly, His universe does not allow anyone to evolve in violation of the rules, let alone the existence of beings who can challenge Tianwei."

"Did Madman Qiu tell you?" Feng Che asked.

"No, Lan Bei told me."

Curry favor with those above who are useful, trample to death those below who threaten you, and scheming with those at the same level as yourself. The workplace is like a battlefield, and the workplace is like an officialdom.

He Xiaoman's big face was close at hand, and Feng Che seemed to be able to feel that her mood was suddenly a little low, so he comforted her: "Don't think too much. At most, Master Che will get a house deed for the little boy. Can he pass the landlord's assessment?"

It’s up to him.”

"Really? Then don't forget it!" He Xiaoman's depression was swept away.

"I definitely can't forget it, otherwise why would I..." Feng Che remained silent.

But He Xiaoman had already figured it out in an instant: "I know, you are plotting against Xiao Hei, right? I'm just telling you why you gave Xiao Hei some snacks for no reason. As expected, you showed your courtesy for nothing, and you are either committing adultery or stealing."

Feng Che was a bit sarcastic, but fortunately this person was characterized by being shameless. In an instant, the guy adjusted his attitude and said uprightly: "What a steal, how can you call it a robbery when it's a matter between the owners of the house? Reciprocity is a courtesy, eat.

If you drink Mr. Che’s and drink Mr. Che’s, helping each other in the future will be a normal interaction between the house owners, just sprinkle it on!”

It was a quiet night.

Black under the lamp is indeed suitable for many places.

He Xiaoman slept in the coffin, and the putrid smell was much lighter.

I am not ashamed to ask Fengche Children's Shoes, and the answer I got is because it is gloomy wood.

"You, the emperors of the Ming and Qing dynasties, are particularly fond of this thing. Even the most famous Empress Dowager Cixi wanted to get one, but in the end she only got one made of golden nanmu. According to Master Che, how high-end it is.

A coffin is nothing compared to being alive."

"But the most practical advantage of this thing is to remove odors and prevent corrosion, and it will produce a kind of aroma after a long time. That's why it is said that dark wood can ward off evil spirits and remove evil spirits. I have dealt with the corpse odor, so naturally you won't feel it.

It stinks."

Feng Che silently added in his mind: "By the way, it doesn't have that disgusting effect anymore. I can finally sleep peacefully."

Who would have thought that the most comfortable night in this instance would actually start with a coffin.

The two of them woke up on time before dawn. Although the little npc girl meant that there were eight geese living in the Eight Houses, and He Xiaoman and the others had already killed the geese in this room, they could take the risk and try to stay in it all the time.

Not going out.

But since they still had to play two games on the sixth day, and they were worried that if the other seven suddenly noticed something and came to visit, then the coffin of the two of them was probably really well-deserved.

However, He Xiaoman agreed very much with Feng Che's words, no matter how good a coffin is, it is better to be alive.

So after Kankan ended Fengche's period of weakness, they ran out without even eating breakfast, and He Xiaoman wrapped them in mist and walked around to Rose Street.

He Xiaoman glanced at the Rose Hotel from a distance.

It can no longer be called a hotel. In many rooms, huge rose queens can be seen blooming in the wind. The glass in many rooms has even been broken, and many branches protruding from it are spreading like climbing roses.

The entire hotel looks very lively from a distance, but when he thinks of those transparent silk threads like nostrils, He Xiaoman feels that the current Rose Hotel is every step of the way.

The hotel door was open and almost no one came out.

There is an air of despair and death in such a vibrant hotel.

After being baptized by the gloomy wooden coffin yesterday, He Xiaoman became increasingly uncomfortable with the fragrant and rotten smell in the air here.

Two people were wandering on the street.

Find a game that suits them and participate.

Although He Xiaoman always felt that he was being targeted by the entire game system because he had not accepted the Rose Queen, but under the old fox's picking and choosing, they still successfully closed the trap and were not rewarded with the Rose Queen.

Time slowly comes to noon.

Feng Che took He Xiaoman to the B&B again.

The NPC girl is still the same cold person, still picking those roses that are about to wither.

Suddenly, He Xiaoman's pupils shrank.

The ten fingers on the little girl's hands were actually bare without a trace of flesh and blood, which looked very much like Eunuch Cao in "New Dragon Gate Inn" whose flesh and blood had been removed.

Her fingers were still bleeding, and she was still working hard, repeating her life day after day.

He Xiaoman felt a pain in his heart. He wanted to go over to talk to her but was pulled back by Feng Che. He shook his head slightly, and then the two of them went back to the house and continued eating noodles.

"We can't help her. This is her punishment for talking too much and begging for food from us yesterday."

After a while, the door was knocked again, and the little girl repeated what she said yesterday: "Can you give me a bowl of noodles?"
Chapter completed!