Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 73: 73: Yin Yang Eye Song Yi
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The man in the peaked cap glanced at Ning Huanxin: "Our express company is a transit point between the two worlds between Yangjian and Underworld. We deliver your express delivery free of charge, but you must give us five stars for your express delivery. Praise, because we earn the credit points of the prefecture. Every year, the prefecture will conduct a professional assessment, which is fair, just and effective, which is much more efficient than ours."
We?
Ning Huanxin caught the words in the man's mouth: "You, are you also human?"
"Yes."
The man suddenly raised his head, revealing a young face. He looked more than 20 years old, his face was pale and thin, his facial features were fairly correct, he belonged to the kind of appearance that would not be recognized even when he was thrown into a crowd.
It's just that this man has very special eyes.
Seeing these eyes, Ning Huanxin subconsciously thought of Yang A Nuan.
"Your eyes..."
"My eyes can see ghosts." The man smiled at Ning Huanxin indifferently: "This is the yin and yang eye, also called the sky eye. All human beings who have this kind of eye in the world, or they will be accepted into the mysterious door. As a monk, or just like me, I was absorbed by the various departments of the underworld stationed in the human world, and became a person who wandered in the yin and yang worlds."
Speaking of this, the man blinked at Ning Huanxin suddenly: "Of course, I'm actually...just a courier, my name is Song Yi."
Song Yi, twenty-eight years old, a damned young man who had been unlucky for more than two decades, now works in Huangquan Express and is a glorious... courier brother.
When people die, is it all over?
Actually, death is never the end.
Hate continues, love continues, and longing continues.
And Huangquan Express can transmit the yearning of Yang Jian and the **** of the underworld to people (ghosts) in another world.
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Song Yi?
Ning Huanxin glanced at Song Yi and couldn't help but introduce herself: "My name is Ning Huanxin. By the way, Brother Song, can these things be packaged automatically if I scan them?"
"Huh?"
Song Yi was shocked when he heard Ning Huanxin’s words, because he does the automatic packing work on weekdays. Each courier has a special mobile phone for the government, which can pass these things in Yangjian. Scan the QR code to transform it into something of the netherworld.
"Your phone..."
At this time, Song Yi discovered that although Ning Huanxin's phone looked ordinary, Song Yi's eyes flashed and he still saw the unusual things in the phone.
"What's wrong with my phone?" Ning Huan couldn't help but asked.
And Song Yi just shook his head: "You scan, I'll send it right away."
"Okay."
Ning Huanxin took out her mobile phone with excitement, found the sweep function in WeChat, and scanned a large number of gifts on the ground. As a result, the things that were swept in really turned into gift bags in an instant. It was displayed on Ning Huanxin's cell phone.
At this time, Song Yi walked over and took out his mobile phone and tapped a few times, and Ning Huanxin's gift bag was in Song Yi's mobile phone.
"Where is the delivery address?"
Song Yi suddenly asked Ning Huanxin.
The delivery address?
Ning Huan thought for a while, she only knew the address of Heiwuchang.
"Wait for me!"
She immediately went to the group to ask everyone's opinions, and then poked Heiwuchang privately, and listed how many things she bought and who was given to him, and then sent it to Heiwuchang.
In this way, Ning Huanxin only needs to mail everything to the office of Heiwuchang. After all, he works in the government of the underworld, and he has more or less power. It is much better than ordinary little ghosts. When things arrive at him, it is said that he is better than entering. It’s much safer and faster to get to the local collection office.