I’m Actually a Bigshot

Seeing the sadness and sadness in Bai Hua's parents' eyes, Su Qingxing suddenly felt envious and angry.

Knowing that it would make her parents sad, Bai Hua still left her aging parents behind in pursuit of a completely impossible dream.

If Su Qingxing had the chance to see his mother again, no matter how difficult the process was, he would definitely not turn back.

Unconsciously stroking the snow in his arms, Su Qingxing silently looked at Bai Hua who was staring at his family angrily.

Even Qin Guan and Mu Rong looked at Bai Hua's family with mixed emotions, not knowing what they were thinking.

"I want to have a few words with my brother alone, Dad, take your mother to the car to rest first, and I'll be right there." Bai Hua's brother said, walking straight to the front of the blood sacrifice.

From the beginning, Su Qingxing was a little curious about Bai Hua's brother, so he looked at the young man standing there.

He looks like a birch, only more mature and thinner. The most special thing is that Brother Bai Hua has a red mole between his eyebrows, and with his sad expression at the moment, he looks a little pitiful.

The other party seemed to be a very calm person, but Su Qingxing always felt that this person was not as simple as he seemed, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It was at this time that Xue Láng in Su Qingxing's arms rubbed the back of his hand, pulling Su Qingxing's attention away from the stranger.

"Bai Hua." After Bai Hua's parents left, his brother said, "In the few days you disappeared, I thought about many possibilities."

Su Qingxing noticed that Bai Hua was also listening to his brother very carefully.

"At that time, I felt that your wish must have come true." Brother Bai Hua's voice also carried a calming power, "The blood sacrifice must have succeeded, and you must have gone to another world well, so that life can start again. ."

"Brother, only you understand me!" Bai Hua was a little excited, "They don't understand me, they will only hurt me! They will only obstruct me! Only you, brother, understand me!"

Bai Hua's brother naturally couldn't hear his voice, and just continued: "But I was wrong."

"..."

"My parents and I saw your corpse, that ugly and smelly corpse." The man's voice was still calm, calm to the point of terrifying, "A blood sacrifice will not leave a corpse, your success is more than failure. It's a làng fee to give you a blood sacrifice!"

"..."

"Thank me, I took a lot of effort to get my parents to agree to the ghost marriage." Bai Hua's brother squinted and smiled, "Happy wedding."

Bai Hua stared at his brother who he had always admired in a stunned manner. He thought he heard something wrong, so he looked around in surprise.

But the others, including Su Qingxing, looked at each other in dismay, as if they had heard something incredible.

The red mole between Brother Bai Hua's eyebrows looked like a drop of blood. He looked calmly at the magic circle left by the blood sacrifice and said, "You're down there, just live with the unlucky ghost you killed."

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"Bai Chu!!! You're going to die!!!!" Bai Hua rushed towards the young man as if he was going out of his way, but no matter whether it was pinching or beating, he couldn't touch the person's body.

"Baihua." Su Qingxing said what he said when he came down, like a basin of ice water poured on top of Baihua's head, "The trial failed."

Su Qingxing even carefully placed Sisi in his arms on the ground and walked to the white birch in front of him step by step.

"Spirit number MS8345, Baihua. Died on May 27, 2018. After killing friend Zhu Ting, he committed suicide. He was born with guilt and cannot be dissipated after death, so are you ready to take responsibility for your actions? ?"

With a wave of Su Qingxing's right hand, the blue light in mid-air disappeared, and everyone returned to the original cinema, stepping on the soft red carpet, as if returning to the original time.

"Su Qingxing, you..." Bai Hua seemed to want to question Su Qingxing's identity again.

But before Bai Hua finished asking, the light in the movie hall suddenly lit up!

Everyone subconsciously looked at the curtain behind, and then saw the familiar black and white particles appear on the screen, and instantly flew out of the screen, in the mid-air of the theater, they re-formed the death god they had seen before!

That 3D image exactly like Shen Si!

The last ray of hope appeared in Bai Birch's eyes...

When Su Qingxing saw the Death God, the first thought that came to his mind was: Ah, I forgot that there was such a guy.

And Sisi's eyes looked exactly the same as Su Qingxing's, and she disliked the "3D image" that looked exactly like her.

"Death, are you here to pick me up?!" Bai Hua stretched out his hand to the image of Death, his expression full of pleading and humble, "Please, take me away! As long as you can take me away, no matter if you let me You can do anything! Please!"

Not far behind Bai Hua, Zhu Ting, who was tilting his neck, showed a twisted smile on his face, as if he knew that he had waited for the most exciting scene.

Chapter 25 Kiss My Bride

In the brightly lit cinema, four people, Su Qingxing, Mu Rong, Qin Guan and Bai Hua, stood on the soft red carpet of the cinema, and invariably looked up in the air.

an image exactly like the god of death,

Appearing in front of everyone after the reorganization of black and white particles, although it has an extremely good appearance and imposing manner, the face of "Death" has a disdainful indifference to everything, looking down at the trial that survived to the end with an aloof attitude. By.

"Death, are you here to pick me up?" Even after so many blows, Bai Hua still had the last glimmer of hope in his eyes. He walked directly in front of the image of the god of death, opened his arms and said loudly, "Please, please. , take me away now! As long as I can get out of here, as long as I can be with you, let me do anything!"

Bai Hua's eyes were full of pleading, and the most humble gesture of the delicate young man could indeed make one's heart shake at some point.

It's a pity that the person standing in front of him is not a living person, let alone a god of death. It's just a program created by the architect Zhu Sha to perfect the whole world.

So the image of the god of death just slowly fell from the air, and he stretched out his hand to push the white birch that rushed over, and announced with the same emotionless voice as His Highness the god of death—

"The trial is over, the two passers."

After hearing the words of the image of the god of death, Mu Rong's first reaction was to look around, and asked suspiciously, "Two people? But there are four people here. Even if Bai Hua fails, it should be three people."

"Don't be stupid." On the other hand, Qin saw it more clearly, "After what happened just now, do you still think the younger brother Qingxing standing over there is an ordinary person?"

"Lord Guide, please announce the final result." Next, the image of the God of Death made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations. Even Su Qingxing never thought about this image that was exactly the same as the God of Death, so he bowed respectfully to him. Stay there with a salute.

Although he knew that there was only an image created by cinnabar in front of him, Su Qingxing still felt that cinnabar, a lawless fellow, was too bold.

Su Qingxing's current identity is a small guide in the underworld, but the god of death is one of the most powerful people in the underworld. The status between the two can be said to be extremely disparate. If it weren't for Su Qingxing's own special identity, I am afraid that even if it was just the image bending over to him, ordinary guides would be intimidated to the ground.

How far is the distance between the entrance to the underworld and the temple of death?

They need to pass through the entrance of the underworld, pass through thousands of ghost cities, walk through the dead and boundless battlefield of the underworld, pass through the endless forests of the abyss... and then walk through the vigilance and maze of the nineteen cities of the underworld, and finally reach the underworld mountain. The Palace of Death at the top of the mountain.

Su Qingxing is very aware of the nightmare-like difficulty, because he once escaped from the Temple of Death to the entrance of the underworld.

It is precisely because of this that Su Qingxing felt an indescribable strangeness when he saw the image of the God of Death bowing in front of him.

After all, a character like that would never make a low profile or any faux pas.

Xiaoxue láng, who was placed on the ground by Su Qingxing, didn't have so many concerns, but jumped up and slapped on Su Qingxing's trouser legs, scratching Su Qingxing's calf with her soft little paws, and opened her mouth to reveal a smile.

"Ow!" The little paw scratched.

Su Qingxing picked up Sisi from the ground at that time, and then subconsciously reached out to help him scratch his stomach.