"I have been dependent on each other for more than ten years, but once the accident occurs, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man. I really can't rest assured that I want to spend more time with him. If there is any knowledge in the fountain, I hope he will be a good child in the next life and will not be so miserable." The old man lowered his head and still stuffed paper money into the brazier one by one.

"Old man, don't blame yourself. If you know that you are still blaming yourself in pain, he will be uneasy." said the man in the suit.

"I know, but I'm also uneasy. It's useless for me. I shouldn't have found any folk remedies, which delayed the best opportunity to seek medical treatment... The damn person should be me." The old man's body trembled violently, and his pale face was full of guilt and self-blame.

"The only thing I can do now is hope that my son can live a good life below. I burn the money every day and give money to the underworld. My son will definitely live a good life. He is plagued by illness in the living world, and I only hope that he can be free from illness and disaster in the underworld." The old man said in pain.

"It is a joy of family life when you are old. Who would have imagined that the hateful destiny is destined." The man in the suit sighed long and shook his head helplessly.

He walked behind the hunched old man, and suddenly there was a pair of cold iron chains in his hand. The man pointed lightly, and the cold iron chains hit the old man's back heart and penetrated through...

"You, what are you doing?" The old man's face changed drastically. He stood up suddenly, looked down at the chains pierced through his chest, and his face was full of horror.

The man in the suit walked out of the darkness, and the fire shone on him, and the old man was stunned.

Who is this? He is clearly a monster with a horse-headed and human body.

"Life and death are destined to be loyal, don't blame others." The horse-headed and human-body monster said in a cold voice.

"I don't blame the heavens and the earth, I just blame myself for my bad life. I finally got married at the age of fifty and gave birth to a baby. I only enjoyed the joy of family life for ten years. I was separated by yin and yang. When my son left, his condition worsened. I don't know if he had recovered in the underworld. It's really worrying about it. It's so sad." The old man shed tears of guilt and self-blame.

"The love between flesh and blood is connected. You know your goodness and are still alive. What's funny is that you are burning paper money for living people. Are you asking you to commit deeper sins?" Ma Ming sneered.

When the old man heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable and didn't understand what this horse-headed and human-body monster meant.

"Are you bullying me?" the old man said furiously.

"Bully? Humph, you are deceiving yourself!!" Ma Ming scolded, and the chains in his hand tightened suddenly, pulling the old man closer, and scolded, "Come with me!"

Ma Ming waved his left hand and suddenly a dark passage appeared behind him. Before the old man could agree, Ma Ming pulled the old man into the dark hole.

A high cliff is filled with wind. The cliff is hanging high above the cloudy sky, with wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a arched back and a flat line of bowstrings. Except for a small stone stairs, the rest are all sword trees, which are very steep. Standing on it, you can see the vast earth.

"Look at the hometown on the platform of Wangxiang, let me tell you apart." After saying that, Ma Ming threw the old man on the platform of the cliff and walked aside.

The old man walked towards Wangxiangtai in a daze. There was a fog below. Suddenly, the fog below was rippling like ripples like mirrors, flowers, water and moon.

The first thing that caught my eye was an old house at home. The hall was decorated like a mourning hall. A painted red coffin was parked in the center of the mourning hall. There was a black and white photo frame on the mourning hall table. The person in the picture frame was himself.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't stop crying, and he burst into tears and regretted it secretly.

The one who bowed to the ground in front of the mourning hall was not his wife and children. His wife turned white overnight and became much older.

His child was lying on the ground with tears on his face, and his body was a little weak.

Those who came forward to worship and bow to the hall were all relatives and friends he met in his previous life...

The old man was stunned by thunder, and his heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

It turned out...it turned out that he was already dead.

The memories in front of him were pieced together little by little in his mind.

The donors who did not get a bone marrow transplant were looking for people to borrow money everywhere because their children could not get bone marrow transplants. The high cost dragged down his family. On the last day when the doctor issued the last bone marrow donation, he walked to the street in a daze. When he was desperate and helpless, he was at a loss, suddenly, a car drove towards him and crashed into him...

He remembered it, everything was remembered.

What's funny is that he actually thought his child was dead.

It is a taboo to become a lonely ghost, but to mourn Yang people with Yin people!

"Your child is very lucky. On the last day of the extubation, the hospital found an adapter for bone marrow transplantation, and your child was saved. He was alive, but you died!" Ma Ming walked to the old man at some point and said with pity.

The old man's body shook violently, so he couldn't help crying sadly. Looking through the autumn water, he cried and broke his heart. Except for a vast sea of ​​fog, he could not have any connection with his relatives in front of him.

"Since you are a ghost, you must stop missing the mortal world." Ma Hou said.

"My wife is almost sixty, I'm leaving, what should she do? And my son, he is only ten years old and is about to lose his father. I'm not willing to give up, I, I want to go back to see them." The old man cried bitterly.

"The rules of the underworld are strict. If you escape from the gates of hell without permission, aren't you afraid of being punished in the underworld?" Ma Wei said in a cold voice.

"As long as I can see my wife and children, I would rather go to the eighteenth level of hell." As he said that, the old man started crying again.

Ma Mian felt very sad, as if something was biting his heart. Yu Xin said unbearably: "Well, I'll let you ask for a dream and explain everything you should explain clearly."

"Thank you, thank you!" the old man said excitedly.

...

After dealing with all this, when he returned to the Naihe Bridge, Mamong suddenly felt his heart was in a mess. Although he had become accustomed to the separation of life and death of these ghosts, he thought he was numb, but he didn't know that his heart would be touched every time. This feeling of fucking was really uncomfortable.

"Brother Ma, how much has he done now?" Niuto stepped forward excitedly and asked.

"Don't mention it, I have only been working hard to achieve more than a thousand achievements. This is still with the help of Lao Niu and Hei Bai Wuchang, otherwise I will be exhausted by myself." Ma Mian rubbed her sour neck and shook her arms and said helplessly.

"Brother Ma, we have been busy for a day, so why not find a place to relax. I heard that the Football Bath City of Women opened in the Kingdom of Women, and the leprechauns were more and more rogue than the other ones. And I heard that there was one inside. Although it was not so blatant, as long as an acquaintance took it, everything would be fine." The old thief's eyes rolled up.

"Damn, since Pansi Cave was copied by the demon-subduing Arhat, there has been no new continent. Now the fairies only dare to sell dog meat with the title of sheep... Huh, forget it, let's go after the ascension conference. Besides, this kind of foot bath city is too perfunctory. If you steal the bell, you can't be as interesting as Pansi Cave as reducing the bell." Lao Ma said helplessly.

"Don't let it go so badly. Brother Ma, you have to do your work and relax, right? My big knife is almost rusted." Lao Niu said.

"Go and go, you want to go, I'll work overtime for a while."

"Then forget it, it's not interesting if you don't go alone. I'll work overtime with you." Niu Tou said.

"Hehe, Lao Niu is very good. If this is successful, I will give you all the health care in the future." Lao Ma said while patting Niu's head on the shoulder.

"That's what you said."

"Nonsense, when did I lie to you?"

...

Late at night, walking on the street.

"Battle Meal?"

When he walked to a food street, Zhu Mingtong couldn't help but widen his eyes. This food street was still in full swing. Almost every store and every shop was brightly lit and crowded, and even more lively than some downtowns.

There are countless delivery guys waiting at the door on the whole street, enough to form a long-distance electric fleet, a big formation.

"Unlimited supply of Bawang meals, limited to 300 places a day, first come first served, delicious and cost-effective. What are you waiting for? Quickly pick up your mobile phone to place an order, and the drunk shrimps and crabs are available in unlimited supply..."

At the entrance of a seafood restaurant, a young man shouted at the people on the street with a loudspeaker.

"Really, don't have money?"

Zhu Mingtong walked into the seafood restaurant with doubts. It was full of energy, and the waiters and staff were very busy.

Zhu Mingtong was very puzzled. It would be fine if the diners were so happy, but why did the boss and the staff laughed from ear to ear?

Damn, Baishuang is so happy, can you lose all your money?

"Boss, is it really a tycoon meal?" Zhu Mingtong asked the boss at the bar with curiosity.

"Of course, it will last for three days from today. Don't have a penny. I'm a grandson." The boss said confidently.

Zhu Mingtong browed tightly, glanced at the restaurant that was still lively in the middle of the night, and asked again: "What, boss, you have to die of loss these three days. You can't do this for the sake of popularity."

"Young man, don't know that, during New Year's Day, the God of Wealth and the Magic City Food Chamber of Commerce organized a large-scale money-delivery event. As long as you go to any three-star restaurant in Pudong District to order dishes within these three days, you can eat the King of Kings meal for free." The energetic boss said.

"But there are so many people, don't you make money?" Zhu Mingtong asked in confusion.

"Young man, you'd better download the God of Wealth. Just go in and see it." The boss said and started to work hard again.

Zhu Mingtong was puzzled and walked out of the shop. Seeing the food shops all over the streets with signs of the king's meals, the delivery guys along the way were constantly speeding on various streets of the city, and it was still in full swing even in the middle of the night.

Zhu Mingtong still knows about Caishenbao, which is similar to WeChat software. However, Caishenbao mainly uses online shopping fund insurance and can also be paid offline, second only to WeChat's purpose, and is even better than WeChat in commercial use.

After opening the treasure of the God of Wealth, a huge banner that caught his eye directly made Zhu Mingtong stunned.

"Send 100 billion yuan to roam the feast of gluttony food!!!"

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