Chapter 428 Walking with God

Chapter 428 Walking with God

"Click."

A photo was sent to Bai Ye's mobile phone.

Bai Ye sat on the sofa in Mao Xianmin's office. After reading it, he smiled and patted Mao Xianmin's head, who was kneeling under his jeans, and said, "It's done."

Mao Xianmin's throat moved, and he swallowed the saliva with a "gurgling" sound: "So fast?"

"..." Bai Ye said with a dark face: "If you don't like the speed of time, we can add an extra clock."

"No, no, no, I was just kidding!"

Mao Xianmin chuckled. If she had another hour, she would have had laryngitis for two days.

She reached for the mobile phone in Bai Ye's hand and saw the photo of Chen Xingjun before his death.

Chen Xingjun died miserably. He was hit beyond recognition by a heavy truck. His body was torn apart by the huge impact, his bones were twisted, and his blood dyed the surrounding ground red, forming a shocking red.

The heavy truck was parked not far away, with traces of his life still under the tires.

"well!"

Mao Xianmin couldn't bear to see it.

Bai Ye smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you really guessed it right. Do you know what Chen Xingjun has been raising money for during this period?"

Mao Xianmin asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Fuck you!"

Mao Xianmin: "???"

Bai Ye laughed and said, "Chen Xingjun is going to take the money and hire a powerful killer to kill you, and then as your husband, he can inherit your inheritance and get back part of Shunyang Property's shares."

Mao Xianmin: "..."

Fortunately, she still sympathized with Chen Xingjun's tragic death. She didn't expect that this piece of shit was so inhumane and wanted to find a killer to kill his wife?

Pooh!

Such a person deserves to die!

"Killing me...he doesn't need so much money, does he?"

"Besides using it to kill you, it also has another purpose - to raise political donations for South Korea's three major presidential candidates, Kim Jae-bum, and prepare to use government influence to forcibly take back control of Soon Yang Group."

"Reasonable!"

Mao Xianmin nodded.

Although even if Kim Jae-bum, who has given a lot of political donations to Chen Xingjun, takes office, there is probably no way he can do anything about Soon Yang Group acquired by the tripartite alliance of Osborne, Samsung, and JB Group. However, this is almost the only hope for a waste like Chen Xingjun. .

There was no way he could make a lot of money with his talents like Chen Daojun, and boast that Haikou would acquire Shunyang Group.

"Chen Xingjun wants to inherit your inheritance. There is probably no way. But it is reasonable for you to inherit his inheritance now." Bai Ye said: "I have read Chen Xingjun's will for you. After his death, all the property in his name All property will be left to your sons.”

"Aren't you going to give me a penny?" Mao Xianmin sneered and said, "Look, let me just say that he has never regarded me as his wife."

"It doesn't matter. Maybe he didn't expect that he died so early, right? My son is not yet an adult. Before that, his property was controlled by me as a mother. What's the difference between it and giving it to me?"

Bai Ye: "So, that's all the other properties, you can use them as you wish, but as for the shares of Shunyang Property, sell part of it to Miracle Investment and refinance part of it, do you understand?"

After Chen Xingjun's death, the most valuable asset in his hands was 23% of Shunyang Properties. With these shares, Miracle Investment had a relatively controlling stake in Shunyang Group, and the matter was settled.

"clear."

Mao Xianmin is still very well-behaved.

…

Chen Xingjun's death did not cause much trouble. It was just a traffic accident caused by a drunk driver.

The fact is that power dominates everything in this world. Money with power can be transformed into power, but if you only have money but no power, then you are just a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

If Chen Xingjun still controlled Shunyang Group, then his death by a car would definitely cause an uproar and trigger various conspiracy theories.

Now... he will die in obscurity.

Just like back then, Chen Daojun, who competed with Chen Xingjun for the position of heir to Shunyang Group, was only one step away from being the chairman of Shunyang Group. But he was also hit by a heavy truck and died on the side of the road, and was soon forgotten by everyone. ?

Just as Bai Ye was communicating with Mao Xianmin, in a building opposite Shunyang Building, smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky. There was obviously a fire.

"Xiba, it won't spread to us, right?"

Mao Xianmin was startled and quickly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, nervously observing the fire on the opposite side.

The fire spread rapidly, thick smoke covered the sky, and the fire glowed half of the sky.

The blazing flames are heart-stopping.

Fire trucks roared in, and firefighters quickly launched rescue operations. Wearing fire-proof clothing and holding fire-extinguishing equipment, they rushed towards the sea of ​​​​fire.

The surrounding residents and passers-by stopped to watch and talked about it.

She also found a telescope.

"Oh Mo!"

Mao Xianmin suddenly saw a firefighter holding a little girl, breaking the glass and jumping from the middle floor of the building.

Fortunately, the safety guard had a safety rope on him and the two of them were suspended in the air.

The other firefighters were rescuing the child, but the safety rope of the firefighter holding the child was also burned by the fire and was burning off little by little.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the safety rope was burned, and the firefighter fell rapidly from mid-air with the child in his arms.

"It's over, that firefighter is dead."

Mao Xianmin looked regretful.

"Jin Zihong! No!"

The colleague next to him shouted in disbelief at the firefighter who landed.

Jin Zihong landed on his back.

He seemed to be breathing again after being suffocated, breathing heavily. Was he glad that he was not dead after falling from such a high place?

"Am I still alive? Great, great!"

The little girl in Jin Zihong's arms was fine and was quickly carried into an ambulance.

Jin Zihong turned over.

Unbelievably, he was touching everywhere on his body.

"Is it really okay?"

Firefighters and medical staff were coming and going around him, but no one seemed to come to comfort him, a man who had just fallen from the sky.

"Jin Zihong!"

"Who's calling me?"

Jin Zihong looked back and saw a man and a woman in black clothes standing opposite him, looking at him.

"Uncle! Little sister! Get out of there quickly, it's very dangerous!"

Jin Zihong shouted anxiously over there, but the two of them just looked at him, smiled and said nothing. Jin Zihong felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, as if he had realized something, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the place where the firefighters were gathered. .

There, a familiar figure came into view, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Hurry up and get the stretcher! Brat, hurry up!"

"Brother Zihong!"

Jin Zihong was stunned.

The person lying on the ground seems to be him?

Jin Zihong's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

He walked quickly towards the place surrounded by firefighters. Every step he took was like walking on a knife's edge, and his heart was filled with fear and uneasiness.

When he finally came closer and saw the person lying on the ground clearly, his face turned pale instantly. It was indeed himself, lying on the ground, motionless, and had lost the breath of life.

"Jin Zihong! How dare you jump down from that top? Aren't you afraid?" The man in black walked over and teased.

The woman in black took out a work manual: "You fell from a height while holding someone in your arms and died heroically... You are such a good person, Jin Zihong! Huh? Mr. Jin Zihong, you are actually a noble person with great merits?"

"Noble person?" The man in black grabbed the work handheld and said: "The last noble person was four hundred years ago, right? Is he just this stupid brat?"

"He really is!"

The woman in black said happily: "Mr. Jin Zihong, we are the three messengers of hell. We will escort you to the underworld and conduct seven trials in the next 49 days to defend you."

"I am Li Dechun, the moon messenger, and I am my assistant. Please give me your advice. It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Jin Zihong!"

"I am the daily messenger Jie Yuanmai and a guard." The man in black added: "As for why there are only three messengers from the underworld, but only the two of us came, it is because the other one is attending your funeral. Basic procedure, but I guess he went to eat the sacrifices. This habit is really weird, right?"

"What, a noble person?"

Li Dechun replied subconsciously: "A noble person is a good person who has lived for many lives. His soul and destiny are very special. Even in the underworld, he will be treated favorably along the way."

But she immediately realized, wasn't Jin Zihong asking just now?

Li Dechun looked over and saw Bai Ye with a smile on his face.

"Are you also the messengers of hell under Magu God's banner?" Bai Ye asked with a smile.

what's the situation?

"This mortal, can he see us?" Li Dechun asked nervously: "Could it be that he is about to die?"

"It's not like that!" Jie Yuanmai looked at Bai Ye a few times and said, "They must be aliens!"

Bai Ye: "Actually, I also know a messenger from the underworld, named Zhang Manyue. Have you heard of him?"

"Jieyuanmai, I seem to have heard of this Zhang Manyue. He uses public funds to upgrade cars, upgrade equipment, and prevents reincarnation. He also privately borrows telephones from the underworld for ghosts to make dream calls to his family. He enriches his own pockets, is daring and lawless!" Li Dechun said in a low voice: "If God Magu hadn't doted on her and suppressed all these things, she would have been tortured in the eighteenth level of hell for thousands of years by putting it on people like us who have no background."

"..." Bai Ye was also speechless. No, Zhang Manyue, did you go so far? Even your colleagues in the entire underworld know your reputation for being greedy and lustful.

I'm embarrassed to tell others that I know you.

"Okay, no matter who you are, you have nothing to do with us. We are just messengers from the underworld who escort special ghosts to hell. We have no interaction with the mortal world." Jie Yuanmai said impatiently: "If you have something to do, then You'd better go find the Zhang Manyue you know. Her Hotel Del Luna is at the intersection of the Yin and Yang worlds. It can handle the affairs of the underworld and intervene in the affairs of the mortal world to a certain extent. It has different responsibilities from ours. .”

Jie Yuanmai ignored Bai Ye, grabbed Jin Zihong's arm, and took him to the underworld.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Jin Zihong seemed to suddenly react to the fact that he was dead. He shouted hurriedly: "I can't die yet, my mother... I can't abandon my mother!"

"Calm down, don't be afraid. The first time you die is like this. It's very strange and you are at a loss." Jie Yuanmai said: "But when a person dies, he is dead. According to the regulations, the deceased is not allowed to wander in the mortal world. He must Go to the underworld immediately, otherwise you will become a lonely ghost, evil ghost... If you catch it, you will be beaten to death."

Jin Zihong: "Then I can take one look at my mother and leave, okay? I have something to say to my mother! Let me see her one last time!"

Li Dechun: "Sorry, this is also against the regulations."

"You're lying... you're lying to ghosts!" Jin Zihong said: "I just heard you say that you can borrow the phone from the underworld and let me call my family in my dreams!"

"That's Zhang Manyue! The illegal operation she did behind the underworld's back in private! It's not a normal process! And she can do it, but that doesn't mean we can do it. If we do it, we will be severely punished!" Li Dechun Said: "Mr. Jin Zihong, please have mercy on us people, don't embarrass us!"

"Please, let me see my mother one last time, please!"

Li Dechun sympathized with Jin Zihong, but it was obviously impossible for him to violate the rules of the underworld for him. He could only reconcile his grievances and take Jin Zihong to the underworld forcibly.

…

After leaving Shunyang Building, Bai Ye went to find Zhang Manyue.

Arrive at Hotel Del Luna.

"Wow."

Bai Ye was shocked. The once splendid Hotel Del Luna was now in a mess, almost in ruins.

Collapsed walls, broken windows, and dilapidated furniture all tell the story of the tragedy that happened here not long ago...

Jin Xianfei, Cui Ruixi, and Ji Xianyu, three clerks at the Del Luna Hotel, were busy cleaning.

"Funyue, what happened here? Has the S3 season started?" Bai Ye couldn't help but ask, but he had nowhere to stay.

"So angry!" Zhang Manyue was wearing a beige V-neck puff-sleeve dress. Her eyes were watery, like two bright pearls, reflecting her charming brilliance. On her skin, there seemed to be a layer of crystal clear skin under the soft cream. The light flowed under her jade skin. She put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "A guest came here just now. I just asked him how he died. Who knew he suddenly went crazy and caused a sandstorm here? , of course I couldn't bear it, so I started fighting with him. Who knew this guy was quite powerful, but I couldn't defeat him for a while, so... the fight ended like this."

"There are actually powerful ghosts who can make you cripple you?" Bai Ye said with a smile.

Zhang Manyue curled her lips: "There are many more powerful ghosts in this world than me. For example, there is a guest No. 13 at Hotel Del Luna who has been hanging around. I have to be afraid of him."

"President, President, the messenger from the underworld is here." Chi Xianyu came over quickly and said.

Bai Ye looked over and saw a man wearing a black hat gradually walking over.

"Why are you here so late?" Zhang Manyue said dissatisfied: "Have you found out anything about the evil ghost who caused trouble in my place just now?"

After the incident, Zhang Manyue directly sent a message to the underworld messenger responsible for connecting with the Deluna Hotel, asking him to help investigate the evil spirits causing trouble in the Deluna Hotel - Zhang Manyue's Deluna Hotel only accepted some Special ghosts have other underworld messengers in their jurisdiction and are not completely independent. In many cases, Zhang Manyue has to work with the underworld messengers to deal with the evil ghosts causing trouble in the jurisdiction.

The messenger from the underworld nodded, took out his work manual and said: "It has been found out. Jin Xiuhong was a good man who was willing to help others when he was alive. He was shot because the recruit's gun misfired. Later, he was buried alive by the captain and the recruit. He died with resentment. To the sky, become a fierce ghost."

"He was buried alive and died?" Zhang Manyue suddenly said: "No wonder he has so much resentment. After turning into a ghost, he can even compete with me."

Among all the ways to die, being buried alive is one of the most painful and horrific ways to die.

During the process of being buried alive, the victim will experience intense emotional experiences such as suffocation, panic and despair.

As oxygen is depleted, the body gradually loses function, and consciousness gradually becomes blurred, this feeling of helplessness and despair can make people feel extremely crazy.

The psychological fear is greater than the pain of death.

There is no pain worse than true despair.

"However, even if you die in pain, you can't vent your anger by tearing down my Hotel Del Luna!" Zhang Manyue clenched her hands into fists and said through gritted teeth: "Wait until I catch you and see if I don't tear you apart. Into eight petals!”

"So, that's the thing. Once an evil ghost of this level makes trouble, it will cause a chain reaction. So next, we will send more manpower to find this evil ghost as soon as possible." The messenger from the underworld gently said to Zhang Manyue He bowed and left.

"It's a bit of a coincidence." Bai Ye said with a smile: "I saw a firefighter who died trying to save a little girl. A trio of messengers from the underworld came to pick him up and said he was some kind of noble man. His name was Jin Zihong, and His younger brother seems to be named Jin Xiuhong."

"Ah?" Zhang Manyue was stunned: "It can't be such a coincidence, right? Both brothers' front and back legs are dead?"

"There is an old saying in China that hemp ropes are broken only at the thinnest places, and bad luck only seeks out the poor." Bai Ye shrugged: "Blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone. Maybe this is the unlucky brothers Jin Zihong and Jin Xiuhong."

"I'm so tired, I don't want to think about it, I'm going to sleep."

Zhang Manyue turned around and left.

"It just so happens that I also have the habit of taking a nap. How about we come together?" Bai Ye followed Zhang Manyue with a smile.

Done.

Done.

It's over.

Halfway through, Bai Ye stopped. Zhang Manyue's cheeks were flushed, and her originally beautiful face was a little more delicate and charming. She gave Bai Ye a look: "It's now like this, what are you thinking about?"

"Hmm... I'm thinking that the righteous men in Water Margin often take action for justice, and occasionally help the poor and save the people." Bai Ye thought: "If a little girl is kidnapped, if she calls Lu Zhishen, she will be brother Zhishen, and if she calls Wu Song, she will be brother Wu Song, then What if it’s called Shi Jin?”

Zhang Manyue blurted out: "Of course I call you brother Shi Jin...that's not right!"

But it was too late, Bai Ye smiled crazily and said, "That's what you said!"