Fan Wujiu: "..."

Xie Bi'an said with a forehead: "I knew it."

After the integration of the world, human beings from various countries can communicate with each other and go abroad to play. The gods of the major gods are not far behind, and it is not uncommon for them to communicate and even visit foreign countries. In the collision and blending of different cultures, the dispute between the East and the West has a long history, and the gods on both sides are trying to prove that their own civilization has a long history.

And His Royal Highness the King of Hell is actually the leader of the Eastern faction.

Chapter 4 Ghostwriting

In the dead of night, all sounds are silent, and the moon quietly hides in the dark clouds. The wind swept through the empty streets, looking a bit deserted. The street lights at the corner stood silently, and the faint light illuminated the street signs below, which were upright and printed "Smoke Falling Street".

This area is mostly apartment buildings. The residents went to bed early at this point. Every household closed the curtains to turn off the lights, and it was so dark that it blended into the night.

A light suddenly lit up in one of the windows, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu returned to their modern clothes and appeared in the living room out of thin air. Fan Wujiu held a book in his hand, which was the "Evolution of Chinese Costumes in the Past Dynasties" thrown to him by the King of Hell before he left.

"It can be considered that I have come back from get off work." Fan Wujiu sank into the sofa and slackened up comfortably, "It's still the comfort of my own home."

The Yanluo Apartment is their residence in the world, but as you can tell from the name, this building is not theirs either, and the right to belong is in the hands of King Yama. Not only this building, but the entire street belongs to King Yama.

Otherwise, Lord Yama is a business genius. He not only makes money from ghosts, but also money from all kinds of gods and monsters. Places like Yanluo Bar, Yanluo Hotel, and Yanluo Hotel are all his properties and are used to entertain guests from all over the world. No matter what currency is received, it is converted into Nether currency according to the exchange rate, flows into the account of the underworld, and is invested in the construction of the underworld. Meng Po, the judge, Niutou Ma Mian and other subordinates were all sent by him to look after the business empire in the world.

Black and White Impermanence was not spared either. The two of them were sent to this community to be responsible for rent collection, but the ecstasy became an amateur.

Ghosts and gods from other places came to Qingzhou for a trip, stayed in a hotel room for a few days and left, and those who chose to rent apartments were long-term settlers, so the nearby residents were all local monsters. Not all monsters like to stay in the deep mountains and old forests, and not all monsters can afford to buy a house. It is inconvenient to mingle with humans, and the Yanluo community where non-humans gather has become the best choice.

The apartment buildings in this entire community are all full, but this one is still vacant. Because the landlord Yan Wang lives in this building in the sun room, ordinary little demons dare not stay here, so Black and White Impermanence can be the tenants here.

The King of Hell is not so stingy that even his subordinates have to pluck their wool. This room is given to them as employee benefits, and they do not charge their rent. There is a house with two bedrooms and a living room. The two of them happen to occupy one house. The bedroom is only separated by a wall, and the living room is like a warm little home.

After Fan Wujiu stretched, he straightened up and said, "Go back to your room to rest first, I'm afraid I won't sleep tonight."

Xie Bian paused as he returned to the room, then turned sideways: "What?"

Fan Wujiu raised the book in his hand and said, "A thousand times."

Xie Bi was quiet for a moment and said, "Oh. Good luck."

Two in the morning, bedroom.

Fan Wujiu sat in front of the desk, raised his arm and turned his sore wrist, and took a long breath: "It's only 80 times, it's terrible."

"If you die, there is no impermanence to hook your soul."

The clear and cold voice seemed to be tinged with cold air, Fan Wujiu jolted, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Bian standing behind him. He didn't hear the door opening, Xie Bian should have come through the wall.

Seeing Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu's energy seemed to come back in an instant.

Fan Wujiu said with a smile, "Isn't there a Bai Wuchang here to hook my soul?"

Xie Bian looked at him lightly and said nothing.

Fan Wujiu touched his nose and began to look for words: "Why haven't you slept so late?"

"The immortals don't need to sleep." Xie Bian picked up the "Evolution of Chinese Costumes in the Past Dynasties" on the table, and quickly flipped through it from the beginning to the end.

Immortals' hand speed is very different from that of mortals. This speed is excruciatingly slow in immortals.

Fan Wujiu sighed: "I always felt that the text was boring. After reading it for a long time, I felt dizzy and almost didn't know the words."

Xie Bian put the book back, pulled out the chair and sat down beside Fan Wujiu, took out the pen and paper, and began to write silently, imitating Fan Wujiu's handwriting.

Fan Wujiu was stunned. He naturally saw that Xie Bi'an was not using the usual thin gold body, but was learning his wild grass. Not to mention, the handwriting is so imitated that he can't see it himself.

"You came here in the middle of the night, originally to help." Fan Wujiu patted him on the shoulder moved, "As expected of my good brother."

Xie Bian was caught off guard by a slap on the shoulder, and his strokes were slightly crooked, and he frowned: "Hand."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sorry." Fan Wujiu quickly moved his hand away.

Of course, he wouldn't let Xie Bian copy everything on his behalf. Fan Wujiu asked himself if he didn't have Xie Bian's unforgettable memory, or opened the book and copied it honestly.

"Thank you, brother." Fan Wujiu said while copying.

"Old Hei." Xie Bian lowered his eyes and said suddenly, "Sorry."

Fan Wujiu was startled, then laughed: "No, what are you apologizing for?"

Xie Bi'an said, "If I hadn't said that the clothes were ugly, you wouldn't have proposed to His Royal Highness the King of Hell, and you wouldn't have been punished for copying."

"What does this have to do with you? It's me who said I'm going to change into a suit, not you." Fan Wujiu was very open-minded and didn't care.

Xie Bi'an: "It does matter. I'll mention the cause first, the punishment is the consequence, and I owe you."

Fan Wujiu: "It doesn't matter. It's because I made a slip of the tongue, and if I'm punished, what's the matter with you?"

Xie Bian: "Related."

Fan Wujiu: "It doesn't matter."

Xie Bian: "..."

Fan Wujiu noticed something strange from Xie Bian's abnormal behavior, and asked tentatively, "Old Bai, you don't sleep so late... You won't be thinking about this all the time, and blame yourself for it?"