Xiaohong looked at Hao Ning's careful appearance and smiled bitterly, "You don't have to do this, you're so afraid of getting separated from me? - This person is probably the 1.5 billion workers who built the Summer Palace?"

"1.5 billion workers? Isn't this only one person? Is this a labor representative?" Hao Ning saw that the man could not see him and Xiaohong, and his angry eyes were only looking inside the Cining Palace. So he pulled Xiaohong to the back of the man and saw a note behind the man's clothes, "1.5 billion people."

"Uh..." Hao Ning was stunned and said strangely, "I have 1.5 billion people on my back, which is 1.5 billion people?"

"Oh, I understand, this Zhou Yuan is so terrifying!" Xiaohong understood it in seconds and was amused. "It is probably because of insufficient mana. Zhou Yuan's spell automatically borrowed the special tricks of making movies. It seems that there are tens of thousands of people in the scene, but in fact it is just one person copied it many times. This saves the most cost-effectiveness and of course the most mana. So the person in this imagination seems to be 1.5 billion workers, but in fact it is only this person."

"So that's it! Only Zhou Yuan, the magic power of the Internet circle, has such an opportunistic way," Hao Ning also smiled, "but isn't it surprising that the 1.5 billion workers are exactly the same?"

"The old lady's servants still look exactly the same," Xiaohong also smiled, "Has she said something?"

As he was talking, the old lady was tremblingly helped out by Zhou Yuan. Hao Ning pointed at Zhou Yuan and said, "Why are you out? Haven't you gone out? Go out quickly!"

Zhou Yuan seemed to be unable to hear it, but he just looked at the person in front of him so scared that he couldn't speak. Looking at Zhou Yuan's eyes, it seemed as if he really saw 1.5 billion people in front of him.

"Stop calling," Xiaohong pulled Hao Ning's hand back, because he was almost touching the edge of the talisman aperture. "This should be the original fake Zhou Yuan here. The real Zhou Yuan has gone out, and of course the fake Zhou Yuan has appeared. We are in two time and space with them now. They can't see us. Let's just wait and see the show."

"Repay my hard-earned money, give me 100 million hard-earned money!" The man shouted with a banner, saying that he was holding it up. In fact, the banner was floating in the air. The man just made a move of holding his hands up. Hao Ning and the others looked at the banner curiously. Interestingly, the red banner rolled like an electronic display board: The central government repeatedly ordered that the wages of migrant workers were not allowed to be owed, but we still did not receive the wages. The profiteering businessman would not pay back the money! Without virtue or trust, the Old Summer Palace would not pay back the money! The richest man and the scum! The axiom still existed, we only paid for our hard-earned money! The laws of nature did not tolerate it. The boss Zhou Yuan did all his bad things, and the whole family would not die a good death...

Hao Ningzai carefully stared at the words on the banner and counted them. There were about 800 words. What he knew was the banner, and what he didn't know was the college entrance examination essay.

"I'll go, how can the words on this cloth strip still scroll? What new technology?" Hao Ning looked at it a little dazzled, "And how could there be such long banners? I can't even see them?"

"Isn't this imagination?" Xiaohong said with a smile, "Think about it, there are 1.5 billion people in the imagination, how much does it have to say? You see the words on such a short banner scrolling. Zhou Yuan looked at it and it was a banner that was hundreds of meters long!"

"Hahaha, a banner that is hundreds of meters long!" Hao Ning looked at the square with Zhou Yuan, the old lady and the one who asked for salary, but performed the momentum of more than one billion people. He smiled and said, "The acting skills of these three people can be won over! I must joke about Zhou Yuan with this matter when I go out!"

As he said that, Zhou Yuan turned his head slowly from left to right, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a very long banner. He pointed his fingers while looking at it, as if he was afraid of reading a typo. When he saw the last sentence "The whole family must die well", he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground and died.

When the old lady saw that her son was dead, she rolled her eyes and fell to the ground to death.

"Is this dead?" Hao Ning was stunned when he saw the two of them so straightforward, "This psychological quality is too irritating!"

"I'm scared to death by 1.5 billion people!" Xiaohong said with a sneer, "I'm right, if you don't have good psychological qualities, why are you the richest man in the country!"

"It can be seen that it's better not to owe migrant workers' wages..." Hao Ning suddenly said, "It's not easy for everyone."

"I'll say this when you go to "News Broadcast Every Day 7:00"," Xiaohong pointed to the sky, "Here it!"

I saw that the whole sky suddenly turned black and all the scenes around disappeared. Except for Hao Ning and Xiao Hong in the aperture, they were pitch black.

"What's going on?" Hao Ning nervously grabbed Xiaohong's hand.

"A man dies, of course Imagination is gone," Xiaohong seemed to be looking for something. Seeing two lights floating in front of him, he quickly shouted, "It's them, Zhou Yuan's parents' souls."

With a wave of his hand, the two lights floated over. Xiaohong quickly took out a jade Guanyin and put the light in.

At this time, the entire aperture led the two of them to travel through, as if they were traveling through endless space, but the aperture was too small, and the two of them were particularly crowded inside, and they both touched their heads several times.

"I'll go, what should I do?" Hao Ning rubbed his head and felt ache. He was attracted by the scene outside in a blink of an eye. "This scene is so interesting, just like I passed the "Romance of the Gods" at that time and entered the World of the Gods."

"Of course, are they all traveling between the two worlds? They are quite similar to each other-" Xiaohong slapped her head, "Oh, I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid! I didn't expect it to be so simple!"

"What's wrong?" Hao Ning looked at Xiaohong with a little strangeness, and turned his head and they collided again.

"This circle is too small, you don't have magic power, so there will be problems after leaving," Xiaohong said excitedly, "But I have magic power!"

"Nonsense!" Hao Ning disagreed, "Otherwise, how did we come in! I don't know if I say something?"

"Don't worry, listen to me finish my words," Xiaohong continued, "Then I can fly into your eyebrows and merge with you like the last time you entered the World of the Gods--"

"Can you change the word?" Hao Ning was a little disgusted, "For example - in my Niwan Palace."

"Your Niwan Palace is like a paste..." Xiaohong said to herself and suddenly saw Hao Ning staring at him, and hurriedly said, "Yes, fly into your Niwan Palace. In this way, you will have magic power? And you are not squeezed in this aperture alone, and you are not afraid of leaving me and entering the turbulent flow of time and space?"

"It makes sense!" Hao Ning slapped his thigh and then frowned, "But I don't know what to do to reincarnate Zhou Yuan's parents."

"I'll tell you if I have me!" Xiaohong said with a smile, "You can follow my instructions to you at that time! That's it!"

After Xiaohong said that, she turned into a red light and flew into Haoning's eyebrows. Sure enough, a sound came out: "Oh, Brother Haoning, why do you look like a garbage dump in your eyebrows? There are iron rods and Uncle Sun's hair!"

"You think I want to have it!" Hao Ning smiled bitterly, "They flew in by themselves. By the way, can you help me take it out? Especially the golden cudgel, I will give it to Zhou Yuan, so that he can't talk to him every day."

"Of course not, this is your cause and effect," Xiaohong's voice came out. Haoning felt that he was a schizophrenic patient, and he talked to the voice in his mind. "I can only take away the things that have cause and effect with me, and I can't help you!" As he said that, Haoning saw a bunch of people queuing up in front of him. It was a long queue, foggy. I couldn't see clearly what was in front of the team, and the surroundings were even more unclear. Haoning said excitedly: "There is the Naihe Bridge in front? Are these people queuing up to drink Mengpo soup and then preparing to reincarnate?"

"It should be!" Xiaohong's voice came out.

"But this team is too long!" Hao Ning complained, looking at the endless team in front of him, I don't know how long it will take to wait.

"Hi, this is not easy to deal with!" Xiaohong smiled, "Let's go!"

I saw a red light wrapped around Hao Ning and flew up all of a sudden. I didn’t know how far I had flew forward. Finally, I saw a big sign in front with four big words: “Naihe Sang Tea”

The red light disappeared, and Haoning stood first.

"Hey, why are you like this?" The soul behind him couldn't stand it and shouted, "Why are you still having sex? Isn't it good to line up? I'm so anxious to reincarnate!"

"Yes." Hao Ning answered naturally, "Aren't you too? If you don't reincarnate, why do you come here for [31 Novel Network]? Just to drink mourning tea?"

"Uh..." The soul found that he was saying the wrong thing and was speechless for a moment, and immediately shouted, "Do you care whether you care, everyone is queuing up, so they can add it?"

"Rattle, why are you quarreling?" A voice came from behind him. Hao Ning looked back and saw a "ghost" dressed like a waiter, wearing a mask on his face, and two words were written on the mask: "Meng Po". But the voice was a male voice, "Who said they had scattered? I don't think so!"

"Huh?" This Meng Po was still helping her? Hao Ning was a little surprised. Since someone helped her, she would stop talking.

"What flavor do you want from sir?" said the male Meng Po, "Domstic lychee or mocha?"

"Ha?" Hao Ning then looked up and found a line of small words written under Naihe Sang Tea, "Mengpo Soup Seasoning, Quality Assurance."

It turns out that Mengpo Soup is such a tea-lost tea! Hao Ning was happy. The underworld is indeed keeping pace with the times. No wonder he is queuing in such a long queue. Isn’t this just... Thinking of this, Hao Ning no longer thinks: “I want lemon fruit tea—two cups.”

"Oh, I have to drink so many two cups at once? How many bad things have I done in my life, I'm afraid I won't forget it?" The male Meng Po joked, "I've done it, there are 200 million in total."

"What? Two hundred million?" Hao Ning was stunned, "What are two hundred million?"

"Money?" The male Meng Po was a little impatient, "Hurry up, the people behind are still waiting!"

"Drinking Mengpo soup requires money?" Hao Ning didn't know what to say for a moment. "Then they-" said pointing to the ghost behind, "They all have to pay 200 million?"

"They are free. But I can't help but wait in line. You can either wait in line and drink for free," said the male Meng Po. "Either drink it directly as a coin player, or you sit there and watch the advertisement. I'll do it. If it costs 200 million yuan, you'll be almost done if you watch it for 5,000 hours."

Hao Ning turned his head and found that several people looked at an advertisement on a big screen and then looked at the screen. The person was being pulled out of his tongue. The scene was terrible. Then a voice appeared: Hell of tongue pulling out, the best partner of the liar.

"Ah I can't stand it anymore!" A "person" stood up and shouted, "I want to line up, I don't want to watch this ad anymore!"

"I think beautifully!" The male Meng Po didn't know what he pressed, and the "person" sat back in his seat, continued to tremble, and looked at the advertisement with six big words written on the screen: Hell of the Intestines welcomes you.
Chapter completed!