Yang Shanshan looked up and said in a daze: "Speaking of this, there are few gentle sunshines as short but bright as before in the rainy season in Yancheng. They seem to be born specifically to celebrate Fengchuan's first flight."

Feng Chuan's mouth raised: "No, it was born to celebrate Feng Chuan and Yang Shanshan's first flight."

Yang Shanshan's lips trembled and she said in a crying voice: "Thank you."

Feng Chuan didn't want Yang Shanshan to cry like this. He opened the map on his phone and murmured: "This is ten kilometers away from the core area of ​​Yingshuitang, so it must have been out of their control."

This method of changing the topic is indeed effective. Yang Shanshan said: "I don't know if the people in the casino are familiar with the people in the nightclub. If the people in the casino have recognized me, can I go back to work?"

Feng Chuan teased: "It's already done like this. Do you think you can go back to work? Are you going back to seek death?"

Yang Shanshan's eyes turned red: "It's all your fault, I've lost my job. If I have no food to eat in the future, you have to take care of me."

Feng Chuan said without hesitation: "No matter where the world is, no matter where the poor is, no matter how rich is, I will care about you."

"Yeah." Yang Shanshan put Feng Chuan's arms and said in an extremely gentle voice.

Half an hour later, the rain gradually stopped. The two walked out of the high-rise building and found a rare alley. They first called the client of the soul contract, and then called the brother Chao who specialized in collecting loans.

Soon, the client of the Soul Contract sent the payment account, Feng Chuan carefully checked it, and then transferred the entire 10 million yuan of cash from his bank card.

After clicking the "Confirm" button, Feng Chuan opened his arms and waited for the feeling of spring breeze to welcome the three months of life that was about to last. But after ten minutes, there was still no sign of the completion of the soul contract.

What's going on? Is it because the transfer amount is too large that there is a delay in accounting? Feng Chuan was wondering, and suddenly the screen of the mobile phone lit up on his own.

Intuition told Feng Chuan that the god of death appeared.

Sure enough, a shadow appeared on the screen of the phone. It was like smoke and fog, floating, but it was obviously a contour similar to a human. The God of Death did not taboo Yang Shanshan, who was present, said directly: "Fengchuan, according to the rules of the soul contract, the items related to the task you obtain during the task execution, such as money, should be paid to the client as promised."

Feng Chuan was dissatisfied: "But he only needs ten million."

The god of death said coldly: "Young man, be sure to abide by the agreement. Don't forget that I am the rulemaker; don't forget that your life is lent to you. If you rashly break the rules of the soul contract, then I can't save you. So, you need to remit all the funds except the three thousand yuan on the card. Do you understand?"

Feng Chuan nodded quickly. After all, compared with his life, how much money is completely a secondary issue.

After the God of Death disappeared, Feng Chuan quickly transferred some fractions to the client's account. Yang Shanshan approached and asked nervously: "That was the God of Death just now, it was chaos, and it was not like a god. By the way, now that the soul contract has been successfully executed, do you have no special feeling?"

Feng Chuan replied absent-mindedly: "Yes, it's a complete transformation. But I don't seem to be happy."

Yes, he was reborn for three months. But for Feng Chuan at this moment, he felt more helpless and panic in his heart. He felt that his destiny was completely tied to the hands of the god of death. He felt that in the soul contract, he was just a chess piece.

In addition, the God of Death appears on the mobile phone screen as more three-dimensional and real than the last time, and this may be what is really worth worrying about.

Yang Shanshan vaguely guessed Feng Chuan’s thoughts, but she wanted to ask but stopped talking. Feng Chuan smiled apologetically at Yang Shanshan, then leaned against the alley and began to close her eyes and rest.

I did experience too much today, and Feng Chuan needs to sort it out: he won so much money that he could only imagine in the past. He was called to the conference room by Yan Qiwu, one of the five evil spirits in the sky. Yan Qiwu, who knows the technique of space separation, actually had to listen to the instructions of a rock wall, which was really hard to understand...

In order to escape from Yingshuitang, Feng Chuan found that he had unthinkable abilities during the mission execution period, even including flying freely in the sky. However, it was precisely because of these unthinkable abilities that he killed a security guard in one thought. Although that security guard was hateful, how could such a murder make Feng Chuan accept it calmly and calmly in a short period of time?

When the mud in his mind was in a mess, Yang Shanshan whispered: "The loan shark is here."

Feng Chuan looked up and suddenly remembered that all the money he had won in the casino had been handed over to the client of the Soul Contract, and now he still only had the pitiful three thousand yuan of Kari.

What should I do? Brother Chao and his several maids are definitely not a good deal. If you make an appointment with them and don’t pay back the money, you really don’t know what consequences you will face.

For many years, Yancheng usury practitioners have always insisted on the principle that having money is brothers, and having no money or negotiation. Brother Chao naturally adhered to this tradition. He happily handed a cigarette: "It's amazing, buddy, I said I'm paying back the money within three days in the morning, and I'm worried that you will be perfunctory. I didn't expect that I would call me out before dark. Brothers have temperament, I like it."

Feng Chuan was so enthusiastic about usury, and he became more and more troubled. He was hesitant and his voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it himself.

Brother Chao began to doubt: "Don't play tricks. The phone clearly stated on the phone that he would return the remaining 50,000 yuan. If we fool us, what do you think will happen next?"

"Listen to my explanation..." Feng Chuan couldn't continue to speak halfway through his speech. He sighed in his heart. Now the soul contract has expired, the ghost hand is gone, and other abilities are gone. Facing Brother Chao and other hooligans, he may not be able to take it.

"Explanation? Damn, I was having supper when you called. I threw down the bowl and ran over to listen to your explanation?" I felt that the wind was wrong, so Brother Chao immediately changed into a fierce and evil face.

After that, Feng Chuan was in a very low mood. Just when he was in a dilemma, Yang Shanshan said expressionlessly: "What is it to explain, there is nothing to explain. It's only 50,000 yuan. Come on, I'll give it to you."

Feng Chuan was stunned. Before he could fully react, Yang Shanshan handed over the 50,000 yuan of cash on his body to Brother Chao. Finally, she turned around and smiled at Feng Chuan Yanran and said, "When you were killing all sides in the casino, I will just follow your way to follow some small orders."

So that's it, Feng Chuan felt relieved. Fortunately, Yang Shanshan kept a move, otherwise she really didn't know how to deal with it.
Chapter completed!