He seemed to have no expression on his face, and could only hold the Buddhist beads and rub it gently.

"Mr.

With a call, a figure vaguely knelt on one knee and lowered his head to look respectful.

"How is the investigation?"

A shriveled sound appeared, and the Buddhist beads held in their hands did not fluctuate. The man's voice was old and he didn't look back much.

"He is dead."

The person behind him said, looking up carefully.

The man was silent for a long time.

"I see."

As soon as he waved his hand, the man nodded immediately and disappeared quickly.

"If you live in the world, you will have a breakup, but if you die, you will return to the underworld. The underworld is similar in the world. You just want to drift in a foreign land."

As he spoke, the man burst into laughter.

Turning around, hunching his back, shaking, he squinted his mouth, and a very sinister smile, "Oh... in the end, he died... Time, fate, luck... Hum... Hum... "

"Hello!"

Just as the old man was about to go downstairs, suddenly someone screamed in the slanting thorn.

A man in a black suit and holding a black umbrella was sitting sideways at the entrance of the stairs, staring at the old man with bright eyes, "Old sir, since he is here, don't leave in such a hurry."

The old man turned his head slightly, glanced at the man with black all over his body, and then looked at the black umbrella in his hand, "Who are you?"

"The underworld, ghost messenger."

The man threw the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it on the ground, crushed it with his feet twice, and raised his head.

He pressed the hat on his head with his hand, straightened his back and raised the faintly hot life and death book in his hand to the old man. "It has been more than ten years since he lived in this identity. He has seen many powerful people and knows the misery of the world. To be honest, this thing is a magical artifact. You can see anything with a light flip, but... I don't know why, when I want to see who you are always sacred, this thing seems to be dead, and I can't see anything useful at all. Even no one in your old name is. I want to ask, who are you, you are."

"Ghost Slave in the Underworld, Humph."

The old man snorted coldly, "Little little man, what's the point. You are not qualified to know who I am!"

“Okay.”

The black-clothed ghost man held up his ID, "Since you are unwilling to tell me, I will no longer show mercy."

The old man glanced at the black umbrella in the man's hand, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Order of the King of Hell?"

“That’s right!”

With a sudden tremor, the black umbrella in the man's hand peeled off layer by layer. In an instant, a black red patterned iron mace appeared in his hand. He pointed into the sky in a diagonal thorn, "The underworld is orderly, there is a law in the world, and the ghost messenger is here to kill evil and avoid it!"

"boom--"

——Cut—

On the roof of the tall building, the autumn wind was squeaking. He was standing on the roof in a long windbreaker. There was no sign of damage around him. A ghost messenger certificate, which was severely burned and only had most of the covers, lay there like a diary. Nalan bent down and picked him up. He turned around and looked at Chen Fan. Chen Fan held the cement fence on the roof and looked downstairs with his hand, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Eighty times he's dead."

Nalan sighed, put on her sunglasses, shook her hand, and the ghost messenger's certificate flew with the wind, turning into a ball of ashes and disappearing.

"This month is already the third one. As the head of Yin and Yang Department, I don't know who did it."

“A little troublesome.”

Chen Fan walked around the scene and picked up a broken black umbrella from the ground. The umbrella was broken and even the umbrella bone was broken. With a hand, he could still feel a faint current. Obviously, although it was seriously damaged, this thing still retained some divine power.

The King of Hell, the main weapon equipped by the Underworld Insect, is specialized in treating all kinds of evil spirits. For ghosts, this thing has fatal damage and its attributes restrain the evil objects. Normally, unless there is one or two different realms, no evil spirit can use a fatal blow to the ghost officer holding this object. However, not only the ghost officer has disappeared, but even the King of Hell has been broken, which shows that this matter is extraordinary.

"He's a tough guy."

Nalan said, holding his hands in his pocket and walked to Chen Fan, "This person's strength is at least as good as a Jiushanger. He shouldn't have known that killing the ghost officer is a serious crime. Even if he is killed, he shouldn't leave evidence in a pantheon."

"You mean, he was deliberately provoking?"

“There is this possibility.”

Nalan said, shrugging, "This may be a provocation, or perhaps, a warning."

"It's a pity that no clue was left."

"yes."

Chen Fan pursed his lips, "As the head of Yin and Yang, how much do you know about him? Haven't he reported to you before he acted?"

"I know this person, Feng Zhaonan, an old ghost officer who has been in the 20-year-old for more than 20 years, has strong strength and outstanding performance. He was originally an mid-lane inspection for the mid laner. I have known him for a long time and is quite familiar with him, but I really don't know what he came here for this time. There are not many people in the underworld in the human world, and most of them are under the control of the City God Bureau. Overall, the structure is loose and free of movement is not like the general rules of the world. Except for being able to get together at a fixed time, most of them are in charge of their own affairs. I don't know why he appears here and who he meets here. Moreover, the ghost actor is mostly served by the dead undead. Although he has corpses and clothes to protect him, it looks no different from ordinary people, but you should know that ghosts cannot die again. If they die again, they will lose their souls and disappear completely from this world.

"So, it's impossible to summon souls."

"That's right."

Chen Fan sighed lightly, turned around, and walked down side by side with Nalan, "Is there any other way to remedy?"

“At present, no.”

Nalan said, turning his head to look at Chen Fan with a cold face, "I haven't asked you yet, why are you here?"

"I passed by nearby and noticed something was wrong nearby, so I came over and took a look."

"Oh, is that?"

Nalan didn't say anything, but drooped her eyelids and looked at Chen Fan up and down.

"You don't think I did it."

"Even if you have a little doubt, it won't matter."

Nalan raised his chest slightly and took a breath, his tone was calm and cold, "You have this strength and the courage."

"What's the reason?"

"Who knows, maybe someone knows that something shameful is known and wants to kill someone to silence him?"

Nalan said, raising her eyebrows provocatively, but Chen Fan laughed, "If you have to say that, then you are also suspicious, right?"

"I?"

Nalan was stunned, then laughed, "If I had any handle in his hands, there was no need to kill someone to silence him, wouldn't I just bribed him?"
Chapter completed!