There is a Breeze When He Laughs

  Chapter 811 I am a hundred and fifty-two years old

  Mu Chengsen looked at the phone with disgust, "What the hell?"

  Hang up the phone and dialed again, still the weird and eerie female voice.

  "Hello, this is the prefectural government information desk. Please press 1 for prefectural account inquiries, press 2 for registration and reincarnation, press 3 for complaints about ghosts, and press * for ghost workers..."

  There is such a wonderful mobile phone ring tones?

  As a ghost, Mu Chengsen pressed 1.

  First, there was a string of weird ringtones, and then there was a somewhat blunt female voice on the phone, "Hello, may I ask your name and the time of death."

Depend on!

   Mu Chengsen frowned, "I'm not dead, I'm alive, I'm alive well!"

  "This gentleman, you are really joking, how can you know our service phone if you are not dead, sir, then you can provide your name."

  Who is this, he can still call here when he is dead?

   "Mu Chengsen, known as the irritable little prince, have you heard of it?"

  Mu Chengsen particularly wailed.

  "Okay sir, wait a moment, we will help you inquire."

After a few minutes, the voice sounded again, "I'm sorry, sir, you don’t have a registered residence in our underworld, are you a dark household? Let’s go to the administrative hall to find Guigong No. 444, and I’ll be responsible for your registration. Okay?"

  What is it?

   "You guys are the same as real, um, the service is professional enough, I like it, so what, I ask Fan Wushu."

   "Oh, I'm sorry Hei Wuchang has gone out of the mission, but he is not here for the time being."

  It's still dark and impermanent...

  This brother is so funny.

  Mu Chengsen came in interest, and sat down on the coffee table with his mobile phone in one hand, "Beauty, how old are you?"

   "Sir, I am one hundred and fifty-two years old."

  "Beauty, does your company specialize in imitating the underworld? It's very interesting, so let's tell me the address of your company. The other thing this uncle has is money and a wide network of people, helping you publicize and publicize, and it will definitely be popular all over the world in the future."

   "Sir, we don’t need publicity and it’s already popular all over the world, sir, we will know our address when you die."

   "Go go, you just died, your whole family is dead, just tell me how to find your company's door."

  "Our company's doors can be seen everywhere, mainly depending on fate, so sir, you can light four incense at the crossroad at midnight, lucky enough to meet other companions to enter the gate of the ghost, let them pick you up Mr. You."

   "Oh, I'm going, if it wasn't for the fact that I had just worshipped Fan Wujiao Xie Bian, I would have believed it to be true."

  Mu Chengsen waved his hand, "It’s alright, let’s stop chatting with you, so you can tell him twice, saying that Uncle Mu Chengsenmu is waiting for them to drink!’

  After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for the customer service to answer.

  Mu Chengsen rubbed his neck, oops, he was really drunk last night, but why did he feel that there was an evil spirit in his vigor waiting for him to vent?

  Wen Yiren was about to go abroad to meet with a group of people in the program group, but by coincidence, she met Mu Chengsen at the airport.

  Young Master Mu is wearing a black sportswear, a baseball cap, and big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He has to walk as much as he can.

   "Mu Chengsen, wearing sunglasses at night, are you crazy?"

  Wen Yiren can't help but complain.

  Mu Chengsen pushed his sunglasses, "Ouch, isn’t this Wen Yiren, who are you going to go to for at this late hour?"

  Wen Yiren rolled his eyes, "Can you find ghosts?"

   Mu Chengsen squatted.

  (End of this chapter)