Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades

Ning Huanxin was very worried all the way and walked very slowly. This small town was very quiet after nightfall, and there was no one in the whole street.

The rest of the crew walked as fast as they could, so there is no shadow anymore. In the silent night, only Ning Huanxin's footsteps were heard.

When she walked to the entrance of the hotel, she unexpectedly saw Wang Nianping's figure.

"Director Wang, why are you here?"

A director like Wang Nianping is naturally impossible to live here with them.

Wang Nianping didn't seem to hear Ning Huanxin's question, turned around and left quickly.

Ning Huanxin blinked and entered the hotel with an inexplicable expression. Today, the lady boss was not watching the dog blood TV series, but stared at the door in a daze.

Ning Huanxin didn’t care either. She hurried back to her room, and when she passed by next door 204, she didn’t know why she thought of her WeChat friend "the girl next door" again—

Are there really ghosts in this world?

Ning Huanxin has experienced many strange things since she was a child, but she has never seen the so-called ghost.

It is said that people with heavy yin qi or full yin are the easiest to hell.

And Ning Huanxin was an outlier from birth.

She, the Eight Characters Quanyang!

It is said that if it is a boy, this kind of fate will surely rise up, and if it is a girl, it will definitely die young.

But Ning Huanxin has lived without any disease until now.

Of course, those strange dreams that occasionally appeared were all automatically and consciously immune to Ning Huanxin.

She returned to her room and saw her phone screen flickering as soon as she entered the door.

In the past 20 years, the most extraordinary thing Ning Huanxin has ever seen is probably his copycat phone!

She walked to the bed and picked up the phone, which was still reminding her of new news on WeChat.

After Ning Huanxin entered WeChat, she found that the newly added person named Qin Guangwang had sent her a WeChat red envelope.

Tsk tusk tusk, you just got acquainted with a big red envelope, isn't it a local tyrant?

Do you want to soak yourself?

Ning Huanxin immediately clicked the red envelope happily. As a result, there was no amount displayed on the screen, only one sentence--

The red envelopes you received have been put into the warehouse. Do you want to check?

Of course you have to check it out!

Ning Huanxin clicked Yes. As a result, the screen jumped directly to the My Information Warehouse page, and ten grids appeared. Now a gift box-like icon appeared in one of the grids.

Ning Huan subconsciously clicked on the gift box, but another message popped up—

Your WeChat points are 0 and you cannot open the warehouse to obtain items. Do you want to start a WeChat mission now and do the mission to earn points?

Ning Huanxin:...

What the hell! This **** WeChat is really abnormal! It takes so much trouble to get a red envelope!

Do tasks to earn points? Wouldn't it be for yourself to play Snake?

Ning Huanxin clicked "Yes" depressedly, and WeChat jumped to the task interface again——

Searching task...

Discovery mission...

Reading task——

Ten years of life and death

Do you accept the task?

amount.

Seeing the options on WeChat, Ning Huanxin looked confused at this time.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, what task is this?

cosplay? Story Solitaire?

"Take the task."

Ning Huan hesitated for a moment, and still clicked "Yes". The next second she felt that the world was spinning.

When Ning Huanxin came back to her senses, she only felt the north wind whistling, cold, and bitterly cold.

She opened her eyes slowly, and there was a desolate... graveyard in front of her!

"what!"

Ning Huan couldn't help but was really taken aback.

"Hey, why are you still here? Which group are you in?"

At this moment, a man's low and steady voice suddenly came from behind Ning Huanxin. She turned her head slowly and saw Wang Nianping's figure.

"Director Wang? Are you here?" Ning Huan asked subconsciously.

"What kind of director am I? Just call me an assistant."

When Wang Nianping heard Ning Huanxin's words, he smiled slightly: "Looking at the costume on your body, are you also acting? Are you from the new crew today?"

Ning Huanxin:...

At this moment, Ning Huanxin finally realized that Wang Nianping in front of him looked a lot younger than the director Wang he knew, and even his eyes were full of vigor.

Ten years of life and death... Two boundless!

Ning Huanxin's heart jumped violently-did she come ten years ago?