I put an eye in heaven and hell

Chapter 45 The Addict in the Underworld

After returning home, he called Yunyun and exchanged greetings, and Lin Hao fell down on the bed.

In consciousness, the teleportation icon lights up.

Like the healing technique, the cooling time of the teleportation is also two days. Lin Hao remembered that he was chased and hacked by a group of gangsters two days ago, so he had no choice but to use the teleportation to reach the heavenly court. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and instead let him complete the first step of cultivating immortality.

The teleportation cooldown is over, do you want to do something this time?
Lin Hao felt hot in his heart.

In the Heavenly Court, the abundant aura is enough to make one's strength soar in a short period of time, or take the opportunity to steal something from various places in the Heavenly Court. Cough cough, stealing is so ugly, it should be borrowed.

The underworld is also fine, where mortals seem to be undiscovered, isn't Li Bai's living dead just an example?
Go to hell to see?
feasible!

Ideas arise spontaneously, Lin Hao is a person who dares to think and act.

The blue formation rose rapidly, covering him
Repression, boundless repression!
This feeling is as if someone pinched your nose and pinched your nostrils, making it difficult to breathe, and even a feeling of dizziness rushing to the top of your head, and your eyes are blurred.

It took a while for Lin Hao to get used to this feeling.

"It's really uncomfortable."

He exhaled, patted his chest, and then carefully looked around.

The antique buildings, the constant yelling on the street, are exactly the same as the ancient scene Lin Hao saw on TV, but the only thing that destroys this harmony is that all kinds of ghosts walking around are wearing different clothes.

"High-quality elixir! Don't miss it when you pass by!"

No, not far from Lin Hao, there was a man with long hair and long beard wearing an ancient robe sitting cross-legged on the ground and yelling. There was a pile of green jade bottles in front of him, there were forty or fifty of them.

Passing by road ghosts would occasionally pick a bottle from him, and it was a white transparent crystal for trading.

"Returning to the panacea? Medicinal medicine?" Immediately, the word medicinal pill appeared in Lin Hao's mind.

However, he didn't take this to heart.

Please, this is hell!
Looking away again, a man dressed in modern fashion walked over, but his expression seemed to be very downcast, and there was a sense of decadence between his brows.

This person should be from the 21st century. From the looks of it, he doesn't seem to be living very well in the underworld.

That’s right, this is not a peaceful modern society, this is a hell where strength is the most important thing, it’s a world of cultivating ghosts, even if you are a high-ranking official or merchant respected by everyone in the world, you still have to start over here.

Suddenly, an old man in a Tang suit broke into his eyes. From his attire, he knew he was a modern ghost.

Taking a closer look, the old man walked slowly and his face was pale. Well, it seems that this is the characteristic of ghosts. As long as it is human-like, there is almost no blood on the face. How can it be as red as Lin Hao?

Whoops, back to the topic.

The old man was panting heavily, frowning tightly, touching his chest with one hand, as if he was suffering. Most importantly, he still held a short, fine chopstick in his mouth.

This appearance reminded him of himself.

"Is this... a cigarette addiction?"

Isn't it the same when I get addicted to smoking?

Is there smoke in hell?
I think should not be.

Subconsciously, Lin Hao called the old man, "That, old man."

"Ok?"

The old man turned his head tremblingly, his pale face startled Brother Hao, "Young man, what's the matter?"

"Looking at you like this, are you addicted to smoking?" Lin Hao asked.

"hehe yes."

The old man grinned, although his face was not very good-looking, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, he shook his head, and said: "I have been addicted to cigarettes for decades, before I was buried, who knew that the underworld would look like a ghost, especially There is no cigarettes here yet, the old man's addiction to cigarettes tortures me every day."

"Oh, it's better to reincarnate earlier, so you don't have to suffer from the addiction to cigarettes." The old man sighed again.

Indeed, for people like them who have smoked for a lifetime, suddenly throwing away the only thing that has accompanied them all their lives, their addiction to smoking, if they are not determined, they will probably hit the wall.

Just when the old man was lamenting the simplicity of life, he held a white sand cigarette in one hand and handed it over.

The old man froze for a moment, raised his head, and faced Lin Hao's smiling eyes.

"Grandpa, don't dislike cheap cigarettes." Lin Hao smiled and said politely.

The old man couldn't think of anything else, so he snatched the cigarette from Lin Hao's hand without saying a word, and quickly put it in his mouth. The movement was like flowing water.

"Young man, is there a fire?" Smelling the smell of the cigarette intoxicatedly, the old man rubbed his hands and begged.

Lin Hao took out a lighter, the old man lit it, and lit one for himself at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, seeing the exaggerated expression of the old man, he was even more ecstatic than ecstasy, Lin Hao thought to himself, do you need to be so exaggerated?
Slowly spit out a puff of white smoke, the old man sighed, "I haven't smoked for a long time, I never thought I could still taste the smell of cigarettes."

"Young man, you have to keep these things in your hands. There are still quite a few people addicted to cigarettes in the underworld. If you let them know that you have such things in your hands, they might come over and grab them."

"I see." Lin Hao nodded, and carefully looked at the 5 yuan a pack of Baisha smoke on his finger.

I didn't expect this thing to be scarce in the underworld. That's right, in the 21st century, which man doesn't like to have a cigarette?How many men are not addicted to cigarettes?
Once these bad habits are brought to hell, congratulations, your pain has come.

The addiction to cigarettes is still relatively light, and if you put it on those who are addicted to drugs, I'm afraid they would have committed suicide long ago.

etc.
Smoke, there is no hell.

However, there are many people who smoke in hell.

A plan suddenly appeared in Lin Hao's mind.

Why don't I use the teleportation in my hand to travel between Yin and Yang to resell cigarettes?
How much are Huaxia cigarettes?The cheap ones cost a few yuan a pack, and the expensive ones are only around a hundred.

If it is placed in the underworld and exchanged with some people for cultivation resources, the profit will increase exponentially!
As for whether there is a market, do we need to think about it?
This is the only one in the whole hell, there is no other semicolon!

Also, don't forget, smoking can be addictive, just like Huaxia now, how many addicts?Maybe, my appearance will also bring about the development of the cigarette industry in the underworld!By then, every ghost will be smoking quack quack!
This wealth is unimaginable!

　I have developed a lot of pimples on my body in the past few days. I went to the hospital to have a look, and it was an infectious disease.

　　It's an update today, sorry
　　
　
(End of this chapter)