Chapter 348 Feeling like death

Author: Junzi Yin Yang

"You want to give it back to me?" The Hanged Man couldn't believe it, staring closely at the long hair.

"This was originally your thing. It was our fault that we took it by mistake. We should return it to you." Wan'an said, stepping forward and reaching out to the hanged man with the hand holding his long hair.

The Hanged Man first took a cautious look at the red silk flying around Wan'an. After confirming that Wan'an did not have any ill intentions, he carefully reached out and took it.

"It's just this key, can you lend it to us first?" Wan'an asked, holding the Heart Q key.

Unexpectedly, the hanged man didn't even look at the key, and waved his hand nonchalantly: "That's not my thing, I picked it up casually to hold it in my hair, so as not to blow it away."

As she said that, she held the long hair with great pity.

For someone like her who is dead and incorporeal, her hair will not grow again.

You didn't have much hair when you were alive, and you lose one hair after death.

She could only collect them one by one and hide them in the abandoned nests of birds.

Who knew it could be stolen even if it was hidden so well.

Thinking of this, the hanged man turned his head 180 degrees and glared at Shen Jiangze fiercely.

"Return the things to me, and I won't bother you anymore." The Hanged Man looked at Wan An and said.

[Player Wan'an obtains Zhong Xue's favorability +10, and the current favorability is 10/100]

"I won't bother you anymore, and you can't bully me." The Hanged Man stared at several people warily: "You can take the key if you want it, and you don't have to give it back. I still have a lot of them anyway."

In one sentence, the Hanged Man successfully received the burning gazes of three people.

"Key?" Shen Jiangze murmured.

"A lot?" Wu You was excited.

"Sisters, my name is Wan An, and your name is Zhong Xue, right?" Wan An stepped forward directly and put his hand on the Hanged Man's shoulder.

"You...what do you want to do?" She was suddenly stared at by three pairs of passionate eyes, which made Zhong Xue step back with some fear and tried to return to the osmanthus tree.

Wan An put his arm around her shoulders and glanced across her sparse head. He pulled Zhong Xue around and muttered to each other: "I have a magic potion that can grow hair. Do you want to try it?"

"Really?" Zhong Xue was pleasantly surprised at first, but when she realized what she was doing, she dropped her hands in disappointment: "It's useless, no medicine will work on me."

"Then do you feel anything when you listen to this?" Wan'an took out a musical leaf with a magical flavor and played a requiem to Zhong Xue.

For a moment, Zhong Xue's eyes were blurry, looking forward, raising her hands to cover her chest and murmuring: "It sounds so peaceful, like dead."

The sound of "stab" was caused by Wan'an's voice breaking because he couldn't hold back his words.

"Why don't you continue to blow?" Zhong Xue looked disappointed.

"Because I think you feel this, you should also be able to use my magic hair growth potion." Wan An put away the music leaves.

"It's true. You wouldn't lie to me." Zhong Xue still couldn't believe it.

What's more, she and Wan'an are now considered to be of different races.

She said nervously: "Don't lie to me, I died because I was lied to."

"If you are willing to believe me, I can refine it for you to try." Wan'an is still confident about magic potions.

After all, she has the magic stone given by the witch, and Zhong Xue is not human either.

Magical factors are always more effective against the soul than when used in the real world.

"Then what do you want from me?" Zhong Xue firmly believed that there would be no pie in the sky.
Chapter completed!