Chapter 112

Night, as quiet as water.

Silent summer night, can only hear the people around, shallow breathing sound.

Although Qi Ruolan has always closed her eyes, Ning Huan Xin actually knows that she has not really fallen asleep.

The sound of a person's breath when he is awake and asleep is totally different. All of these can not escape the ears of Ning Huanxin, who has been practicing martial arts all the year round.

In fact, who can sleep?

This world is really weird and frightening.

It's a picturesque village, but you can't hear frogs or cicadas in the middle of the night, or even a mosquito.

Ning Huan Xin tossed and turned in bed, and finally she got up gently and crept out of the room.

In the moment the door closed, Qi Ruolan on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a flash of light in her eyes

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it's cold in the yard.

Ninghuanxin looked at the time on the mobile phone, it is already late at night, a day without charging, this time the mobile phone really has no power.

In the dead of the night, when no one bothered, Ning Huanxin opened her own wechat.

The drowning ghost didn't give her a message. The crowd was quiet tonight.

Yes, people and ghosts have their own things to do, right?

"Ding"

at this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly heard the message prompt tone. She was stunned for a moment and found a message from King Guangwang of Qin.

Qin Guangwang: you received my red envelope. I didn't even say thank you. There was no reply.

See this news, rather happy heart Leng for a while, some absent-minded returned a thank you.

Qin Guangwang: Thank you. You have no sincerity at all. Let me have a look at your photos. Even if you give me a gift, don't plan to take a picture of others casually to perfunctory me. I know what you look like.

Know yourself?

Ning Huan heart looked for a long time, finally suddenly typed a line of words.

You are a man or a ghost?

King Guangwang of Qin: solitude is the Lord of the underworld.

Ning Huanxin

The Lord of the underworld? I think I'm the king of hell!

Originally rather happy mood is very depressed, but read this news, suddenly relaxed a lot.

The person who can chat with himself in the version of the underworld wechat is not an ordinary person, perhaps a ghost at all, but he said that he was the king of the underworld. He would rather be happy and didn't believe it.

Since you say you are the king of hell, I ask you, when will I die?

King Guangwang of Qin: you died nine years ago.

Nine years ago?

Hearing the words of King Guangwang of Qin, Ning Huanxin was a fool.

Nine years ago, she had a serious illness and almost died, but in the end, she was very lucky to escape from death. However, Ning Huan Xin has only a vague memory of that serious illness, and she can't remember many other details.

Dead run: it seems that you know quite a lot, if not human. But You said I was dead long ago. Why am I still in the sun and didn't report to the underworld? Did you open the back door for me to drain water?

Qin Guangwang: when you think about it, you will know the reason. I'm going to have a rest. Don't forget to take a picture for me.

Ghosts are better than people!

Ning Huan Xin couldn't help but curl her mouth. After that, she gently adjusted the camera. The light at night was very dark, and the pixels of her Shanzhai machine were also dregs. However, it was just right to take a picture of his face that he couldn't see clearly, just to fool the past.

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