I Heard That I Was Super Fierce After Death

Suzhou City, Yunhai Building.

On the rooftop, a shaggy middle-aged man stood on the edge of the rooftop, and the icy night wind whistled past, messing up his hair that had not been cleaned for a long time.

"So be it……"

He stared blankly at the night view of the city below. After a while, he touched the suit jacket that was soaked with liquor and soiled, took out a wallet from his arms, looked at the picture of his daughter in the wallet, and smiled bitterly. , he closed his wallet, and was ready to jump down and end this painful life.

suddenly--

"Um?"

The down-and-out middle-aged man opened his wallet again, because he suddenly discovered that, at some point, there was a black business card in his wallet.

Since the company went bankrupt and became indebted, he has sought help from all the friends he knows, but none of them are willing to help him, and he tore up those business cards, including those in his wallet that had been frozen for a long time, except for a few. There should be nothing else besides Zhang change and the photo of his daughter.

However, now there is an extra business card?

Could it be that he drank too much recently and was stuffed with his business card and didn't find it?

The down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help thinking like this, and subconsciously took out the black business card and glanced at it.

A pure black business card. On the front of the business card are a pair of black eyes, which seem to have magic power, attracting people's attention, and under the eyes is a line of words:

‘Confused and helpless people, if God can’t hear your prayers and has never sympathized with you, it is better to choose to make a deal with the devil. As long as you pay enough price, we can meet all your demands! ’

"Everything required?"

The depressed middle-aged man murmured, although he thought it was absurd and ridiculous, but he had already fallen into a desperate predicament, and he couldn't help but raise a glimmer of hope in his heart.

He has nothing to lose, he is not afraid of death, and he is afraid of dealing with the devil?

If the devil can really meet his demands, he is willing to give everything, including his life.

The depressed middle-aged man couldn't help but took a step back, away from the edge of the rooftop, and looked at the business card carefully. On the back of the business card was written the existence that this business card represented.

"Nightingale...a pawnshop?" he murmured.

The next moment, the pair of black eyes on this business card suddenly blinked at him, and at the same time a low laugh suddenly sounded: "Hehe, come to me..."

The business card burst into flames and quickly disappeared into ashes.

However, he felt that there was something in his mind - that was the way to enter the Nightingale Pawnshop.

After half an hour.

In the dark night, the depressed middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly, feeling that he stepped over a threshold and walked into a gloomy room.

"Welcome to the Nightingale Pawnshop." A melodious female voice echoed.

The devil...is a woman?

The depressed middle-aged man opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was in a magnificent hall, the black marble floor under his feet was smooth and flawless, the crystal chandelier above his head exuded a faint cold light, and at the end of the hall there was a Throne of emerald texture.

"Where is the devil?" The depressed middle-aged man looked around, but he didn't see half a figure, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

The next moment, on the emerald throne, a tall woman suddenly appeared. She was wearing a weird black and red robe, sitting on the throne with her slender legs crossed. She wore a black and red butterfly mask on her fair face. Showing a pair of indifferent eyes and blood-red lips,

"You... are you the devil?" the downcast middle-aged man couldn't help asking.

The woman wearing the butterfly mask did not answer the question, but said lightly: "I'm just an employee of the Nightingale Pawnshop, Zhou Fang, let's talk about the transaction."

"Do you know what I want?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Of course." The woman wearing the butterfly mask said lightly: "The little confusion you value is just a trivial matter for our pawnshop."

"Then what am I going to pay?" the down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help asking.

"Your soul."

The woman wearing the butterfly mask raised her hand, and a quaint and worn-out yellow paper fluttered from her hand to the down-and-out middle-aged man.

The depressed middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, reached out and took the yellow paper and looked at it, his face became gloomy and uncertain, and then asked: "When I die, will you receive my soul? What do you want my soul to do? "

"This has nothing to do with you, you can choose to refuse, our pawnshop never insists." The woman wearing the butterfly mask said indifferently.

The depressed middle-aged man frowned, thought for a while with a sullen face, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, I promise!"

"Very good, Zhou Fang, let's sign this contract." The corner of the woman wearing the butterfly mask raised her mouth slightly, raised her hand, and a black pen floated towards the downcast middle-aged man.

The down-and-out middle-aged man took the pen and looked at it, and found that there was nothing special about the pen, he hesitated, and signed his name on the old and shabby yellow paper contract.

"Bear~"

The moment the signing was completed, the yellow paper contract suddenly ignited without fire, turning into a fire that penetrated into the head of the poor middle-aged man.

The down-and-out middle-aged man was startled, only to find that he had not changed, so he was relieved.

"All right."

The woman wearing the butterfly mask said lightly: "Tomorrow morning, you will get a large amount of money, which will not only help you alleviate the current crisis, but also give you a chance to make a comeback."

The down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help but get a little excited and asked, "What about my soul?"

"Since you have signed the soul contract, we will naturally receive your soul after you die." The woman wearing the butterfly mask said indifferently: "I've said enough, you can leave."

The depressed middle-aged man took a deep breath, then turned around and walked towards the entrance of the hall.

When his hand touched the door of the hall, his eyes darkened, and he lost consciousness and fell into a hallucination.

At the same time, when the poor middle-aged man was about to fall, a shadow appeared behind him and caught his body.

The black figure was a person shrouded in black mist, mysterious and strange~www.wuxiahere.com~ could not see his face and body.

"He has fallen into an illusion, take him back." The woman wearing the butterfly mask ordered calmly.

"Yes, Chief."

The figure shrouded in the black mist responded respectfully, and went out with the depressed middle-aged man.

"Chichi-"

Just as the door of the hall was screeching, when it was about to close—

A slender white hand suddenly grabbed the door, preventing it from closing, and then slowly pushed it open.

"Huh?" The woman wearing the butterfly mask had a cold look in her eyes, and a trace of killing intent flashed in her heart. When she was about to speak, she saw the owner of the hand walk in from outside the door, and her face changed suddenly.

"It turns out that the nightingale pawnshop in Su City is here."

In a slightly mocking indifferent voice, a long-haired woman with picturesque features walked into the hall and looked at the nightingale pawnshop casually.

"Lu Shaoyan?"

The woman wearing the butterfly mask trembled in her heart, took a deep breath, and said, "It turns out that President Lu is here. My shop is hidden in such a small place. I didn't expect President Lu to be able to find it?"

"If I hadn't used the intelligence department to lock down the customers you were interested in, I wouldn't have been able to find the Nightingale Pawnshop." Lu Shaoyan said coldly.

The woman wearing the butterfly mask had a bad premonition in her heart, and asked with a reluctant smile, "I don't know what's wrong with President Lu's troubles to investigate the location of the store?"

"Of course there is something."

Lu Shaoyan glanced at her, suddenly raised her hand, and snapped her fingers lightly.

"Whoosh!"

A crystal-like arrow suddenly appeared, turned into a terrifying streamer, and instantly penetrated the woman wearing the butterfly mask!

PS: (Sorry, I'm moving in the past two days, the update is not stable, I'll update it early tomorrow.)

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