Shadow Two's solution?
Xue Meng was taken aback. What could that guy possibly do?
Zhao Qian frowned, his face full of doubt.
"Will this method... really work?"
According to Second Master's idea:
If Xiaoyao is living an ordinary life, then they should also live ordinary lives, and eventually they will meet!
From a theoretical point of view, this is utter nonsense.
Even the most third-rate online novelist couldn't come up with such a melodramatic plot.
And that's exactly what happened...
Xiaoyao is a psychiatrist, and Ying Er is a mental patient...
Zhao Qian shook his head slightly.
"If we don't deliberately try to contact my boss, the chances of us running into Him are probably not high."
He certainly understood what Elder Lan meant: completely random, without any deliberate intent.
Because only Xiaoyao knows what he is currently going through.
If they try to do something deliberately, it will just be cliché.
But there was no other way at the moment, and Zhao Qian couldn't come up with any other ideas.
"Let's try anything, even if it seems hopeless!"
Zhao Qian looked at Xue Meng and gave him some instructions.
"We must do things according to the logic and abilities of ordinary people."
Xue Meng was about to nod when he stumbled and fell off the gold coins, crashing to the ground and creating a large crater.
When Zhao Qian dug him out, Xue Meng had only one question.
"Given my ordinary abilities, shouldn't I be dead?"
Zhao Qian: ......
He suddenly realized that this city had a magical charm that brought everyone's IQ down to the level of the second movie!
Zhao Qian said irritably,
"Yes, a normal person would definitely die if they fell like that."
Xue Meng stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Then you'll have to take care of my funeral arrangements, Old Zhao, I'm counting on you!"
After saying that, Xue Meng's head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing.
Even if the God of War were to come and inspect, he would still conclude that Xue Meng was a dead man.
Of course, he didn't actually die.
Zhao Qian: ? ? ?
He was nearing the end of his patience.
Why are these guys going crazy over their own boss's problems?!
Looking at Xue Meng still in the pit, Zhao Qian had a thought: why not just bury this guy here?
This is an idea that aligns with the logic of ordinary people.
"call--"
Xue Meng suddenly opened his eyes, exhaled, and said seriously,
"Old Zhao, I want a grand funeral!"
After saying that, he tilted his head to the side and even stuck out a piece of his tongue.
"Ah, I'm dead!"
Zhao Qian was completely speechless.
He neither dug up Xue Meng nor buried him there.
Penniless, Zhao Qian went out into the streets, ready to start living like an ordinary person.
An hour later, Zhao Qian returned to the scene with an excavator.
“Right here, my nephew fell from a plane and died. Please help me dig him out.”
"Alright, Mr. Zhao!"
The excavator operator was working extra hard.
The millionaire Mr. Zhao next to him is truly wealthy and extravagant, spending money without batting an eye!
After Xue Meng was fully unearthed, Zhao Qian had already become a multi-millionaire.
He made a phone call to Xu Qingfeng.
"Old Xu, come here and help Xue Meng with his funeral arrangements."
"Sect Master Zhao, this is against the rules!"
Xu Qingfeng had obviously also received Elder Lan's message and was preparing to act according to the plan.
Since we want to live an ordinary life,
Why should Xu Qingfeng listen to Zhao Qian?
Zhao Qian's next sentence silenced all of Xu Qingfeng's words.
"I'll give you 500."
Xu Qingfeng tentatively asked, "Eternal Gold Coins?"
Zhao Qian, who was already in a bad mood, said irritably, "Dragon coins!"
Damn it!
500 Dragon Coins? You expect me, a ninth-tier War God, to handle someone else's funeral arrangements?
Xu Qingfeng was about to lose his temper, but Zhao Qian's words silenced him.
"I have no money. Do you have a place to stay tonight?"
Xu Qingfeng: ......
"Boss Zhao, give me 50 first, I'll take a taxi over!"
Half an hour later, Xu Qingfeng, panting heavily, ran to the scene of Xue Meng's death.
Looking at Xu Qingfeng, who was covered in sweat, Zhao Qian realized that the other party had not used any abilities and truly regarded him as an ordinary person.
For a moment, I found it rather funny.
Zhao Qian retorted, "Didn't we give you money to take a taxi?"
Xu Qingfeng wiped the sweat from his brow and said matter-of-factly,
"I ran here, so I saved 50 yuan. Why take a taxi?"
After resting for a while, Xu Qingfeng looked at Xue Meng's still-warm body and sighed.
"Brother, how could you die when you were perfectly fine!"
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Qian and asked, "How much money are you planning to compensate my brother?"
Zhao Qian had only one response:
"roll!"
He tossed 50,000 dragon coins to Xu Qingfeng, telling him to go and keep Xue Meng company while he continued his antics.
As for Zhao Qian himself... he needs to think of another way to find his boss.
Sitting beside Xue Meng's 'corpse', Xu Qingfeng began counting money, casually remarking,
"Brother, is there anything else you want to say? Just tell me, and I'll do everything I can..."
A faint sound came from Xue Meng's throat.
"You made two little Asura figures and burned them for me?"
Xu Qingfeng: ......
"It's come back to life! The corpse is talking!"
After counting the money, Xu Qingfeng carried Xue Meng on his back and headed towards the nearest funeral home to prepare for the funeral arrangements...
...
night,
A faint light shone at the entrance of the funeral home.
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