Chunnan City has developed rapidly in recent years, but there is still a stubborn slum on the edge of the city.

This area was originally a rental property, and the land was owned by the local indigenous people. The houses were repaired casually. However, it is the residence of most of the migrant workers and people at the bottom of the society.

The local tyrants cooperated with other companies to buy this express delivery to repair the commercial area, but the poor people are stubborn and stubborn, and they can't be shoveled out. Most of them have lived here for more than ten years, and the leases signed are still very long, and they cannot be driven away.

They can afford it, but the real estate company can't afford it.

In the beginning, the local tyrants thought of a lot of ways to get rid of this accumulated scale, but they were all useless.

Later, someone recommended a crooked way to them, saying that there was a high-level man on a dark and low-level forum in the local area.

The local tyrant asked people to find out what happened, and found that this expert really had two brushes, so he came to the door.

"I don't know how you charge?" The local tyrant sat at the table, facing the young man with the word "you", and said it after a round in his throat.

Chi Jiayan was thin, with clear eyebrows and a fresh scar on his neck, but he didn't look so delicate and vulnerable.

"It's not difficult. As long as I can meet people, I can handle it." He poured a glass of water for the local tyrant, "Ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?" The local tyrant was surprised.

Even the assistant couldn't help but a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, it was too cheap.

They thought they would have to pay at least ten times the price to get the legendary god.

It's not a good thing that the price is cheap. The local tyrants began to wonder if this young man has no skills, so he didn't dare to ask for too high a price?

"Are you sure you can handle it?" The local tyrant couldn't help but question, "I can tell you, those people are not as easy to get rid of as you think. I sent people to send money before, but they didn't leave, you go and say a few words. Will they be able to leave?"

Chi Jiayan took a sip of water himself: "Well. Don't worry. If you can't do it, you won't be charged."

The local tyrant was dubious, and suddenly heard another sentence, almost thinking he heard it wrong.

I just listened to the young man casually saying: "In addition, I said 10,000 per household. No bargaining."

"10,000 per household?" The local tyrant was shocked. "Are you exaggerating? Children, you might as well go grab it."

In that slum area, there are hundreds of households, 10,000 per household, that is the price of several million. Even the famous feng shui masters hired when building the building can't even get the price, not to mention the kid in front of me who doesn't seem to have even grown hair?

"Then treat it as if I didn't say it." Chi Jiayan was not in a hurry, "Mr. Zeng, walk slowly and don't send it off."

Seeing his attitude, the local tyrant felt that he had come all the way, as if he had been tricked, and was very angry.

He stood up, rudely took his assistant and left.

Chi Jiayan just added a sentence behind his back: "The house leak happens overnight when it rains, pay attention to safety. It's very common for traffic jams to turn off the fire or something."

After he finished talking, Death said, "Are you short of money?"

Ling Xiao also said at the same time, "You rely on this for a living now?"

Before they talked about things, the two gods of death were still in this house, and Chi Jiayan felt their presence all the time.

He has now made no secret of his needs, and has no guilt, and answered lightly.

"No shortage." Chi Jiayan didn't evade their gazes, as if he was talking about something that could no longer be normal, "I won't let myself live the kind of life I used to live again. What about Tiansha Lone Star, So what if I die alone, money can bring me a life that others don’t have, and it can also give me a sense of security. Since I have money, what kind of company do I need?”

"Money doesn't buy everything," the two said at the same time.

Death and Ling Xiao glanced at each other. They were the same person. They knew each other's thoughts almost without thinking.

They have been in this world for thousands of years, and they have long been accustomed to the pursuit and pursuit of the world.

Money is indeed a good thing, but it is also where the mind is often lost.

"I'm satisfied if I can buy most of the things. I'm not very at ease." Chi Jiayan said, "If no one accompanies me, I will control people to accompany me. If I don't have a friend, I will buy a friend. What's wrong ?"

"You said I was your friend."

I don't know when, Ling Xiao's face was heavy.

He suddenly appeared right in front of Chi Jiayan, with a pair of bottomless amber eyes that looked like thousands of years of ice.

His face was pale, he looked down at Chi Jiayan, stretched out a hand and stroked the back of Chi Jiayan's head.

"Friends don't leave without saying goodbye." Chi Jiayan also looked up at him, breathing a little out of rhythm because of this intimate action, "You don't think of me as your friend."

Ling Xiao said dangerously, "Yan Ling, you have lost yourself."

Chi Jiayan smiled: "Death is like a knife, it has been hanging over my head since the day I saw you. Brother, I am not afraid of death, I have tried my best, but look, what do I do? No use. I can't help thinking about myself."

Lingxiao's thin lips moved slightly, and the god of death already knew that he was about to say outrageous words.

The god of death teleported and pushed Ling Xiao away in the blink of an eye.

He wouldn't make a promise to this young man not to let him die!

Replacing Ling Xiao's position, Death God's cold hands choked the boy's throat.

There was no intention in Chi Jiayan's eyes.

Not even the smile has changed.

"Finish me." Chi Jiayan said, "Brother. My life is meaningless."

Death let go of him.

This Yan Ling, from the time when the God of Death crossed back when he was five years old, knew that he was not born like that, but he still ran towards the track of twenty-seven years old.

Whatever the reason, there is no doubt that he was kind in the beginning.

The God of Death didn't know if every Yan Ling was struggling so helplessly in the quagmire, and finally walked all the way to the road where he couldn't turn back, but Chi Jiayan was the one who saw it grow crooked with his own eyes.

There is mercy in the eyes of death.

Ling Xiao stood behind Chi Jiayan and wrapped his arms around him.

This is an exclusive pose.

The object of his speech was the god of death: "He can't die yet."

"Why?" Death said emotionlessly.

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and it turned out that the local tyrant came back sweating profusely.

When he saw the situation in the house, he didn't notice anything unusual, but hurriedly said: "Mr. Chi! Mr. Chi, I'm willing to agree to your price. But I'll say it before, I'll close a house for you when you move out, okay? "

Chi Jiayan leaned against Ling Xiao's arms, his broad chest made him feel very comfortable, and he narrowed his eyes like a cat. He was not surprised at all why this local tyrant would regret running back.

Because he knew that the car of the local tyrant would turn off for no reason, and there would be a long queue of traffic jams on the road that was scorched by the poisonous sunlight. The key is that the local tyrant received a call from his partner, and the other party scolded him in a veiled manner, saying that this matter must be done quickly, otherwise the consequences would be at your own risk.

When people are desperate, they make the most unbelievable choices.

"Yes." Chi Jiayan said, "We can go now."

Death and Ling Xiao walked last.

In order not to expose the fact that the two gods of death exist at the same time in public, the god of death put on a mask to hide his figure.

And Ling Xiao's mask had long since cracked and disappeared, and even if it was still there, it was useless.

That is proof of weakness.

Now Chi Jiayan can tell clearly that they are the future style.

Aware of the low air pressure on Death, Ling Xiao said: "I can see his potential, you should give him another chance. You are trapped here anyway, aren't you?"

When he came to the poor area, Chi Jiayan looked familiar after getting off the bus.

He introduced the two of them: "I have a high school classmate who lives here. It is a huge expense to go to A middle school, and his family's conditions are not good, probably - almost as poor as I was before. I have followed him. Been here several times."

Death did not ask why.

Ling Xiao asked.

Now the two of them are like two sides of the same person, and in fact they are.

Whether it is a god or a human being, there is always a different view of things at each different time.

Grim Reaper sees the results, sees the future, and thinks everything will be done step by step until the end.

Lingxiao has seen the process and the present, and believes that everything is not what it seems on the surface, and everything still has a chance.

They know each other and they know themselves.

So there will be one question and one silence.

The local tyrant and assistant went to convene people for a meeting as instructed, and Chi Jiayan talked about it.

It turned out that he dropped out of school for no reason.

At first, he was just isolated. Later, in order to help this classmate not to be bullied by the school bully, he secretly followed and protected him. Who knew that not only did he not get any thanks for helping this classmate, but the other party also claimed that he was perverted and evil.

Whether the classmate was forced to say it or voluntarily said it, Chi Jiayan was not too surprised.

He was not completely disappointed until one day when he was put in a sack in the school's toilet and beaten severely, and one of the people who beat him was the classmate he helped.

Every time, there is a person who wants to help and get close, such as the uncle's family, such as Yu Xiaoqiu, such as that classmate, or such as death, all he gets is disappointment.

If a person can learn to give up hope and live freely and freely, then he will no longer experience disappointment and sadness.

"I didn't expect it to be here." Chi Jiayan looked up at the old building in front of him, "What a coincidence."

The assistant brought a small speaker, and Chi Jiayan took it and stood on the high platform.

Looking at the crowd of people below, he calmly took out a stack of papers and said loudly: "Tenants, this land has been sold, and the developer will compensate you accordingly, but the land is not yours. Please. Move away now!"

There was a lot of noise below, and people seemed to be blown away by the news, and those who were weak-willed began to go home and pack.

The bright red nosebleed flowed down Chi Jiayan's nostrils, he covered his nose skillfully, and his expression remained unchanged.

"If you don't move out within three days, the house will collapse."