Chapter 1888

Qin Lian ran up the third floor.

Song leaf followed her closely.

Old man Qin secretly glanced at him in the hall and saw that the figure of Qin Lian upstairs had indeed disappeared, so he coughed low.

He sat up slightly and said solemnly, "Xiao Lian's birthday is coming soon."

"Yan Tao, do you think you should call your father-in-law and ask him to come back to Xiaolian's birthday party?"

Yan Tao heard the sound and nodded: "he will come back."

The Qin Dynasty sat aside.

Sheng moved to old man Qin without love.

"Old man."

"Can I stop taking pictures?"

After pretending not to hear him and saying a few words to the people, old man Qin sighed faintly: "I'm old. My spirit can't keep up with my youth. I have to have a rest."

Xiao Qi got Yantao's orders and sent a message to yanzun bit by bit.

Hell hell division.

Magistrates' court.

Yan Zun dealt with the last Yin ghost brought up.

He gently pinched his eyebrows, sat behind the table and began to think seriously about what gifts to give his granddaughter.

A moment later, he sighed faintly.

It's hard to give a gift.

He simply stood up and decided to go shopping.

Yan Zun put on his casual clothes, turned out of the magistrate's house and swayed slowly in the yinghun city.

The residents of yinghun city are souls who enter the underworld after death.

Although they entered the underworld, they still want to live.

Yan Zun turned two blocks, and the hustle and bustle of Hawking immediately wanted to be in his ear.

Yan Zun walked in slowly.

In this street, the vendors who set up stalls wear different clothes.

There are scholars in ancient scholar robes.

There are also businessmen dressed in gold and silver bridges and rich families.

Of course, there are also modern people wearing miniskirts and shorts.

Even, there are many people in strange clothes.

Those people are heroes from other universes.

What they sell are all offerings burned to them or sacrificed by future generations.

The things sold by the souls can only be used in the netherworld.

Take it out and it will turn into ash.

However, Yan Zun is different.

He is a magistrate of the underworld. The things in his hand can be used as usual even if they leave the underworld.

The things in this place are not very precious, but they are better than rarity.

The things sacrificed in each universe are different.

Oh, of course, maybe the form is not necessarily sacrifice.

Anyway, it's in their hands.

Yan Zun swayed slowly in the street.

In a corner, I saw a small stall that nobody cared about.

The stall owner looked like he was only five or six years old.

Compared with other colorful commodities on the stall, the stalls are filled with small stones with dim colors.

Yan Zun paused, squatted down slowly and picked up a stone.

Starting with, I found that the touch of the stone was very special.

The surface of the stone looks rough, but it is as warm and smooth as jade.

Yan Zun raised his eyes and looked at the stall owner: "what's the use of this thing?"

The stall owner sat quietly in the back. His eyes were clear and clean, like a pool of water.

"Raising animal stone."

Yan Zun narrowed his eyes.

Animal raising stone?

The stall owner took out a stone from himself.

The stone in his hand is the size of a nail.

The stall owner moved his finger.

The stone gave off a bright light, and a fat red carp jumped out of the center of the light.

The red carp jumped out and fell into the arms of the stall owner with great humanity.