Old Zhang always says this every time.

I am an old man who has never had any children in my life. I am so grateful to God for having such a lovely grandson.

Jiang Chen likes to keep a straight face and sneer while retorting.

I'm saying that there's a drunkard like you. Does God dislike me?

Jiang Chen walked along the familiar road without much nostalgia. He took a few steps and went directly into Mubian Town. Many buildings had been renovated. The place where alcohol was sold before became a supermarket, and the place where chicken was sold before became a small bar.

He came to an alley.

Next to it is a six-story building built ten years ago.

The houses on the left had been demolished long ago, and construction is now underway. The new buildings have already taken shape, which are several residential buildings. But more than ten kilometers ago, this was a mess of self-built houses.

Lin Youwei's family lives at the end of the alley.

Jiang Chen lives on the left.

He walked forward step by step, his keen five senses taking in everything within the surrounding area.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed and he seemed to see something.

I stepped out and came to a low hill behind the construction site. There were many graves there. On one of them, there was a simple inscription with three words.

"Old Zhang"

The handwriting is not too old, only about two or three inches long.

"wrong!"

"Isn't this the exact time when Old Zhang left that letter and the 100,000 yuan?"

"It's rare that he's really dead..."

Jiang Chen frowned. The soil layer could not block the sight of a half-king. He took a few glances and his breathing became heavier. There was a cheap coffin underneath, and the person lying inside was... It was really Old Zhang!

It's a burial.

The body had been simply treated with preservatives, so it wasn't completely decayed.

As an old employee of a funeral home, it is reasonable to receive such preferential treatment.

But after taking a few more glances, Jiang Chen's expression became even weirder. From any perspective, this was the remains of that old guy, but his intuition after living with him for more than ten years told him otherwise.

This is fake!

There is no reason.

Even with his half-king level strength, he couldn't find any problem with the corpse, but intuitively, he could almost tell that it was fake.

"Even the corpse was faked, no wonder it was so flawless."

"Old man, you are really good at hiding!"

"What are you afraid of? Who are you hiding from? You can easily hide from the underworld and the Wan League, so why are you running away?"

"Or are you also a reincarnator, searching for that illusory heavenly sacrifice?"

Jiang Chen muttered to himself, his expression dark and unfathomable.

He always felt that these answers were not quite right. After meeting the Queen of Samsara, he had a feeling that if Old Zhang was also from the world of extraordinary people, he was definitely not on the same level as Yama and others.

His pursuit, or difficulties, seem to be something that I shouldn't know too much about even at my current level, otherwise it would bring about a huge disaster!

"hehe."

"Interesting, really interesting."

"What secrets does this world hold? How can Wang Yuanyuan reach the end? What does the restricted area look like?"

"Pojun, Reincarnator, old thing."

"What are you doing so mysteriously?"

"You're hiding everything from me, right? I hope when I pry open your mouths, the answers I get won't be horrifying!"