Chapter 112: 112: Each with their own minds (2)

At night, calm as water.
In the quiet summer night, only the people around you can hear the shallow breathing.
Although Qi Ruolan kept her eyes closed, Ning Huanxin actually knew that she had not really fallen asleep.
The sound of a person's waking and sleeping sounds are completely different, and these can't escape the ears of Ning Huan, who has been practicing martial arts for many years.
In fact, who can sleep?
This world is really weird and frightening.
Obviously it is a picturesque and idyllic village, but in the middle of the night, you can't hear the sound of frogs and cicadas, not even a mosquito.
Ning Huanxin tossed and turned around in the bed, and finally she got up gently and crept out of the room.
At the moment when the door was closed, Qi Ruolan on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
There was a gleam in her eyes, and it disappeared in a flash...

It was cold in the yard.
Ning Huanxin checked the time on the phone. It was late at night, and the phone was really out of power this time without charging for a day.
In the dead of night, when no one was bothering, Ning Huanxin opened his WeChat account.
The drowning ghost never gave her a reply, and the group was quiet tonight.
Yes, no matter whether it is a ghost or a human being, you have something to do, right?
"Ding"
At this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly heard the message prompt, she was stunned for a moment and found a message from King Qin Guang.
Qin Guangwang: You accepted my red envelope, and you didn't even say thank you, let alone a gift in return.
Seeing this news, Ning Huan was taken aback for a while, and replied with a somewhat absent-minded thank you.
Qin Guangwang: Thank you. You have no sincerity at all. Let me show your photo. It's a return. Don't plan to take a photo of someone else and perfuse me. I know what you look like.
Know yourself?
Ning Huanxin watched for a long time, and finally suddenly typed a line.
A dead end: King Qin Guang, are you a man or a ghost?
King Qin Guang: Solitary is the lord of the underworld.
Ning Huanxin:...
Lord of the Underworld? I really think I am the King of Yama!
Ning Huanxin was very depressed at first, but after reading this news, she suddenly felt relieved.
The person who can chat with himself in the WeChat version of the underworld is probably not an ordinary person, maybe a ghost at all, but he said he is the Pluto, Ning Huanxin really doesn't believe it.
A dead end: Since you say you are the King of Hades, then I ask you, when will I die?
King Qin Guang: You died nine years ago.
Nine years ago?
Ning Huanxin was stupid when she heard King Qin Guang's words.
Nine years ago, she did have a serious illness and almost died, but in the end she was lucky to escape, but Ning Huanxin has only a vague memory of that serious illness until now. There are many other details, she Can't remember it anymore.
A dead end: It seems that you know a lot, but you really are not human. But... you said I was dead a long time ago, why didn't I report to the underworld when I was still in the sun? Could it be Lord Pluto that you opened the back door to release the water?
Qin Guangwang: When you think of it, you know the reason. I want to rest. Don't forget to take a photo for me.
As expected, ghosts are better than people!
Ning Huanxin couldn't help but curled her lips. Then she adjusted the camera lightly. The light was very dark at night, and the pixels of her copycat machine were scumbags, but this was just right. I took a picture of his face that could not be seen clearly. It just happened to be fooled.