Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 72: 72: Huangquan Express

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What's in 204, what kind of world is behind the door of 204, in fact Zhang Yunshu doesn't know.

After helping Zhang Yunshu go downstairs, Ning Huanxin went back upstairs again, and her expression became more serious and complicated at this time.

Zhang Yunshu seems to have forgotten Zhang Yan. He forgot about what happened ten years ago. What is going on? Did Bai Yunzi make her forget everything? Or is she unable to withstand the blow herself and blocked her own memory?

What should I do now? Thinking of the unfinished task, Ning Huan couldn't help sitting on the bedside with a thoughtful expression on her face. She thought of what Heiwuchang said to herself again, that to complete the task, the ghosts must fulfill their wishes, and abandon their obsessions and leave the world willingly.

Now, Zhang Yan hasn't recovered her memory yet, and she doesn't know how to start. Maybe, everything will start from Li Yan.

Ning Huanxin took out the box of rouge again.

Ten years ago, Jiang Lixing gave this box of rouge to himself. There must be a certain purpose, isn't it...

Does he wish he would give this box of rouge to Li Yan?

After all, Zhang Xiao is dead now, and this box of rouge is a gift that Zhang Xiao has always wanted to give to Li Yan during his lifetime, but has never given it out.

A small box of rouge, but it carries inexhaustible affection...

**

Hey, it's getting dark gradually.

There was no filming today, but everyone in the crew stayed very quiet.

Those who bought the Ming coins in the morning, all left Zhangjia Town after dinner while it was dark. They didn't dare to go to the waste tomb. They were at the crossroads outside Zhangjia Town and put those Ming coins. It was lit, and I kept chanting words.

Ning Huanxin hasn't been out. She still knows how good Li Yan is, so she has to wait until after twelve o'clock.

After twelve o'clock, Ning Huanxin wants to take the things she bought to the underworld first.

The so-called short-mouthed cannibalism is softer. As long as the ghosts in the group accept Ning Huanxin's gift, Ning Huanxin can ask them how to deal with the resentful ghost infants and ghosts.

Well, just do it, Ning Huanxin couldn't help but silently clicked a thumbs up for her wit.

**

While waiting, time always flies slowly. Ning Huanxin kept staring at the time on the phone screen. When she saw that it was zero, she immediately opened WeChat and found the official account of Huangquan Express, and clicked to enter.

What appeared in front of her was the slogan of Huangquan Express. Pulling down the page, she immediately saw two options——

Receive in the sun, receive it in hell.

Ning Huanxin clicked the Yangjian collection, and immediately saw a progress bar——

The coordinates of the human world are being locked, the courier is on the way, dear, please wait a moment!

"Boom boom boom."

At this moment, Ning Huanxin's door suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

In the middle of the night, Ning Huanxin was startled by the sudden knock on the door, and asked subconsciously.

"The courier." A somewhat lazy male voice came from outside the door.

Ning Huanxin:...

Let me go! What is real express delivery? What is the second home delivery? This is it!

Ning Huanxin immediately jumped up from the bed and opened the door of the room.

Standing at the door was a man wearing black work clothes, embroidered with four big gold characters "Huangquan Express".

The man wore a peaked cap and couldn't see his face. Ning Huanxin could only see his thin chin and the green stubble on his chin.

"Do you have a courier to deliver to Fengducheng?"

The man asked Ning Huanxin lowly.

"Well, come in." Ning Huan hurriedly pulled the man into the room, like a thief.

"Brother courier, you see so many things, how do you...how do you charge?"

Actually, what Ning Huanxin is most worried about right now is not a female ghost or a task. The worst thing about her is--

She, no, money, now!