Chapter 344
Lu Xingxing, who had just been rescued from death, had no time to enjoy the concern and care of everyone before he was surrounded by a dozen Taoist priests and shivered.
Originally, the Taoist priests were still concerned about Lu Xingxing's injury, so they held back and didn't dare beat him to death.
But Yan Shixun stood up leisurely, and added with a smile: "Don't worry, Taoist priests, my 'medical skills' are pretty good. Xingxing is now as strong as a bull and can take a beating just as usual."
Taoist Song Yi nodded with relief, but before he could relax his worries, he remembered again the incident of Lu Xingxing using the peach wood sword to pick up manure. His face suddenly turned dark again, and he rushed up to beat him.
When the other Taoist priests heard Yan Shixun's assurance, they immediately lost their concerns, rolled up their sleeves, and approached Lu Xingxing with a grin.
"Xingxing, you stay here with the Taoist priests..."
Yan Shixun smiled: "Okay, okay, let's talk about the past."
Lu Xingxing widened her eyes in horror and tried desperately to reach out to Yan Shixun: "Brother Yan, save me!"
But the only response he got was the sound of a door closing.
Yan Shixun stood still in the courtyard and heard the sound of Lu Xingxing crying for her parents and sobbing loudly from the door behind him.
He smiled slightly, started walking again and left the yard.
The people in the front yard of Haiyun Temple did not notice Yan Shixun's arrival at first, until a little Taoist boy ran over, grabbed the corner of the man's black coat, lay down beside him and muttered as if complaining, and pointed to the side.
The resentful master who let his apprentice run away because he didn't keep a close eye on him:... I see, he definitely went to complain to his idol.
Those who were originally paying attention to the little Taoist boy because he was cute, looked up and saw Yan Shixun's figure.
Soon, many people reacted and slowly recognized Yan Shixun.
"Hey, look at that. Is he a TV star? I feel like I've seen him somewhere."
"TV? I don't know. I haven't watched TV in eight hundred years. TV, TV, TV... Isn't this Brother Yan!!!"
"It's not TV! It's that variety show, the most popular one!"
“Ahhhhhh it’s Brother Yan!!!”
"Oh, I know him. He's the one who always persuades people to believe in science."
"So he is really a Taoist priest from Haiyun Temple? Oh my god, when people said this online, I thought he was just hyping it up. I didn't expect it to be true!"
"Mom, I saw Brother Yan alive!"
Yan Shixun: ...Have you ever seen death?
The noisy sound gradually covered the front hall, and people who recognized Yan Shixun began to rush towards him enthusiastically, surrounding him tightly.
Originally, many young tourists knew about Haiyun Temple through variety shows and came here to try it out. Therefore, they were very familiar with Yan Shixun and quickly recognized him. They excitedly shouted that they were Yan Mai and waved to Yan Shixun desperately.
After several dangerous encounters, the popularity and influence of "Heart-Stirring Journey in 99 Days" increased significantly. Even the maids who are not interested in the Internet know something about it.
Most pilgrims are not interested in variety shows, but they all know that the most senior Taoist priest Li in Haiyun Temple has a nephew, and he talks about his nephew all day long. Other Taoist priests also praise and admire this mysterious Taoist priest.
This made the pilgrims very curious about Taoist priest Li's nephew. Now when they heard someone mention him, they all wanted to see what this Taoist priest who was so elegant and graceful as others talked about looked like.
Some people even heard with their own ears that a Taoist priest called Yan Shixun "Uncle Master" and thought that he was a high-level Taoist priest who presided over the New Year festival in Hui Temple, so they wanted to come and get some blessings. Maybe they could be lucky enough to get a talisman.
Faced with the increasingly excited crowd, Yan Shixun did not panic. Instead, he bent down slightly and picked up the little Taoist boy, letting him sit on his arms to prevent him from being injured due to being in the blind spot of others' vision because he was too short.
Then he stretched out his hand and made a downward gesture to the crowd.
Almost instantly, the crowd fell silent.
Perhaps it was because Yan Shixun's eyes were too sharp, or because of the calm and majestic aura around him. Or perhaps it was because of the subconscious trust and respect that all the souls who survived the change of the Great Dao had for Yan Shixun.
No one made a sound, and everyone looked at Yan Shixun eagerly, ready to listen to what he said.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Who said I was a Taoist priest? You got the wrong person."
He pointed at his handsome face that would definitely not be ignored in a crowd, and said nonchalantly, "I look ordinary, with a common face, but I was mistaken for someone else."
Everyone: …………
But some fans excitedly muttered: "This style of lying with open eyes is definitely Brother Yan!"
"Yes, yes, yes! It's this serious look that fools people. I miss it so much. It's been a long time since I did a live broadcast!"
Because Zhang Wubing and Lu Xingxing were both sleeping in bed, in order to avoid the audience's suspicion or disturbance from reporters, the program crew simply gave up the live broadcast and let everyone have a good rest.
But other guests still have social platforms to update their status, but fans who like Yan Shixun are eagerly waiting for him to come back.
There was no screen recording for the previous live broadcasts, which made the Oats feel lonely with no screen to lick. They had money but couldn’t spend it, and finally they could only come to Haiyun Temple to collect things related to Yan Shixun.
——Other companies’ peripheral materials are all kinds of posters and cards endorsing products, but only Yan Shixun’s peripheral materials are Haiyun Temple.
However, this has indirectly boosted Binhai City's tourism economy, adding fuel to the off-season.
But before coming to Haiyun Temple, fans really didn’t expect that they would actually meet Yan Shixun here.
What is this? A top-level rare item was found in a blind box?
But in sharp contrast to the fans' excitement is Yan Shixun's calmness.
He put a finger in front of his lips, signaling the people in front of him to keep their voices down. Some of them were so excited that they could hardly control themselves, but they quieted down after he glanced at them.
"The Taoist temple is not suitable for excessive noise, which will affect the patients' recovery."
Yan Shixun blinked at the fans and chuckled, "Just watch quietly, okay?"
The fans nodded excitedly, and many of them also remembered the character of their protagonist, and after the initial excitement, they restrained themselves.
In front of Yan Shixun, she was inexplicably well-behaved.
Yan Shixun nodded, picked up the little Taoist boy and prepared to leave. The crowd automatically made way for him and watched him leave.
But when he was leaving, someone couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yan, are you here at Haiyun Temple to burn incense and worship the gods today?"
Yan Shixun paused, he lowered his eyes to look at the little Taoist boy in his arms, and chuckled, "No, I'm here to fix the light bulb."
Everyone: “???”
The little Taoist boy looked at Yan Shixun in astonishment, but he had already walked to the other Taoist priest and put the little Taoist boy into the Taoist priest's arms: "Your little disciple? He's a good kid."
After saying that, Yan Shixun waved his hand lazily, put one hand in his pocket and walked towards the mountain gate: "Let's go, say hello to the other Taoist priests for me."
The crowd stared at Yan Shixun as he left, as if there was an invisible majesty permeating the air, making them dare not follow him casually.
The Taoist priest holding the little Taoist boy knew something about the situation. When he was about to sigh, he suddenly heard his little disciple say seriously: "The idol is right, it must be a light bulb."
The Taoist priest almost stumbled and fell.
He looked at his little apprentice in shock, his voice changed in anger: "I said it was a light bulb that exploded, and you said I was a liar. Daoist Yan said it was a light bulb, that's it???"
The little Taoist nodded seriously: "Yes!"
Master Yuanzhong: "How dare you!!!"
"Master, please be more mature and learn from my idol, okay?"
The little Taoist boy looked at her with disdain.
The Taoist priest's eyes gradually became dead.
May you be blessed with infinite happiness!!! Ah!
…
The news that Yan Shixun appeared in Haiyun Temple soon appeared on social platforms.
A pilgrim accidentally captured part of Yan Shixun's figure in the photo while taking a souvenir photo. After posting it on his own account, it was soon noticed by other people who followed the #Haiyunguan# tag and discovered Yan Shixun's existence.
Since the program team stopped the live broadcast, the Oats have been paying special attention to his updates, checking the social platforms several times a day, and even asking other guests, like plowing the land without missing any corner.
Therefore, the new news about Yan Shixun quickly spread among Oats.
In the photo, the black coat makes Yan Shixun look straight-shouldered and tall and slender. His scattered hair is casually tucked behind his ears. His nonchalant smile is particularly bewitching and makes people's hearts beat fast at the sight of it.
The Oats were all very excited, but Yan Shixun did not have any social media account. If they wanted to contact him, they could only do so through other guests or the official account of the program team.
For a while, fans flocked to the program team's account, refusing to give up and asking when Yan Shixun would appear on the screen again and when he would resume live streaming.
But the director team was in a dilemma as they were having fun and working in the sanatorium.
Outsiders are not aware of this, but they know very well that the only reason this program has been able to continue to this day is thanks to the persistence of director Zhang Wubing.
It can be said that without Zhang Wubing, there would be no such show, and without Yan Shixun, this show would not be able to continue.
But now Zhang Wubing is seriously injured and lying in bed. Although the doctors have examined him many times, they found that there is nothing wrong with his body and they are confused as to why he is so weak.
In any case, considering that Zhang Wubing has difficulty walking, it is difficult for this program to continue.
Not to mention that Zhang Wubing now needs to walk with the help of a wall, and that he is panting and his legs are shaking after walking a few steps. Even going out is a luxury. Let's talk about Zhang Wubing's family...
This time when Zhang Wubing almost died, his father's reaction was particularly intense.
When Zhang Wubing was brought back by Yan Shixun, he appeared unconscious and unconscious, which made Zhang's father fear that he was going to lose the child, leaving him with a heavy psychological trauma.
Although Zhang's father did not explain it explicitly, everyone in the program crew knew very well that such a father who loves his child would not agree to let his child do dangerous things after he almost lost his child, and no one's advice would be of any use.
This is human nature. Although everyone in the program crew feels sorry for this program that they have regarded as their home, they can do nothing about it and they understand the thoughts of Zhang Wubing's family.
Zhang's mother has always been the most supportive of Zhang Wubing's little hobbies. This time when she came to visit Zhang Wubing, she almost fainted from crying.
It can be imagined that when Zhang Wubing recovers and thinks about the program crew again, he will definitely be fiercely opposed by the Zhang family.
Anyway, this show has come to an end.
The assistant director was a little dazed. He stared at the message on the screen for a long time before he spoke softly, "I have been in this industry for more than ten years. I have seen groups with money and without money, and I have been in good and bad programs. But at that time, I always endured my irritability and worked, and I would move on to the next one after one. But this program is not like that... I feel that this is my home."
He has been on many crews and show crews, but it's just work.
No matter whether it was bullying and exclusion within the group, the director's bossing, or the stars acting like big shots, he endured it all for the sake of the job and the salary. It's not that there is much emotion involved, it's just an insignificant part of his resume.
When the childish Zhang Wubing smiled and found the assistant director and asked him to help him organize a program, the assistant director thought he was just another third-generation rich man who was just playing around and would leave after a few days because he felt bored and couldn't stand the hardship.
But no one can resist money.
Looking at the generous remuneration offered by Zhang Wubing, the assistant director laughed, thinking that this young master was indeed an ignorant young man who didn't even know that his salary was far higher than the market price. But... for him, of course, the more the better.
The assistant director agreed immediately and coaxed Zhang Wubing by saying that they would definitely be able to organize a nationally renowned program that would be recorded in the history of variety shows.
——Of course it’s impossible. A program made by an outsider would be lucky to be broadcast for a few episodes. There might not even be anyone watching it, so how could it become popular?
How boring must a person be to watch this kind of variety show?
On the first day of filming, the assistant director was bored.
Then……
That became his last peaceful daily routine in the past six months.
From that day on, the assistant director was pulled into a new world that completely overturned his cognition. Every day was thrilling and exciting, and he was racing against death and ghosts.
He also didn't expect that the boast he and everyone made to coax Zhang Wubing at the beginning would actually come true!
The program "Heart-Stirring Travel Around the World in 99 Days" has quickly become the number one live broadcast platform. It is a well-deserved national variety show and a phenomenally popular program. Everyone in the streets and alleys is talking about topics related to the program, and everyone knows about it.
The assistant director was stunned.
But if it was just about the money, the assistant director wouldn't be so reluctant to see the show end.
What he finds even harder to give up is the relationship he has with all the staff and guests.
Together, they had outrun death, and helped each other to escape crisis after crisis. Sharing life and death together was something that even family members might not be able to do, but they had experienced it repeatedly in the past six months, which quickly deepened their feelings for each other.
The program crew has been through life and death together, and they get along very well. They have had a great time during this month of recuperation.
Friends are right next door. As long as you open the door, you will never be alone. This feeling... is really great.
When the assistant director saw the audience's inquiries under the program team's account, the emotions that had been accumulating for a long time finally burst out.
He sniffed and his eyes turned red.
The rest of the staff also slowly put down their work and were infected by the assistant director's emotions, which also aroused their own sadness about the upcoming separation.
"I really don't want this to end. This is the best working environment I've ever been in. No, these are no longer just colleagues, they are family and friends."
"Can't we just keep filming? Even if the salary is reduced, I really like this kind of happy life with everyone."
"Being with Brother Yan is like a thrilling journey that doesn't require a ticket. I feel like my life has never been so interesting."
"Can you please ask the director to let us continue working together?"
…
While the staff were lamenting and reluctant to leave, the guests were also reluctant to leave.
But in this circle, stopping means being out of date, and there is an endless queue of busy work waiting for them to do.
It is already a luxury to have a month's rest.
Bai Shuang and An Nanyuan's hands have almost recovered, and most of the injuries on the other guests are no longer a problem. They have been staying in the sanatorium to prevent the outside world from finding out about Zhang Wubing and Lu Xingxing, and now it is time to go back to work.
The guests were reluctant to part with each other, but reason still reminded them not to act on their emotions.
Annan had just separated from his original company and had just set up his studio. He still had many lawsuits to fight and many collaborations to negotiate. He had already anticipated that he would be so busy in the next few months that he would not even have time to sleep.
It is the end of the year, and as a singer, Bai Shuang has many New Year's Eve and Spring Festival Galas scheduled to attend.
Her fans increased fivefold in this show, and her popularity has soared. She is very popular with the public and has a very high reputation. Her career is on the rise, and she can't waste a second.
Because of the fame brought by this show, the variety show star received many job offers, which required him to negotiate.
Apart from Song Ci, the young master of a wealthy family, only Nantian, who has decided to gradually retire from the entertainment industry, is relatively relaxed.
But even so, Nantian still had a strong sense of contract and wanted to finish the rest of his work and put a perfect end to it before leaving. Therefore, the work on hand could only be said to be relatively small, but time was still tight.
When the director team came to discuss with the guests, they were playing a card-sticking game. Song Ci became increasingly angry as he lost. Zhao Zhen was worried that the young master would be upset, so he took the initiative to bear the punishment of sticking the notes.
So when the director team pushed open the door, the first thing they saw was a white Christmas tree.
Director team: “…Sorry, we went to the wrong door.”
Guests: “???”
Having said that, the assistant director politely stepped out, closed the door and then opened it again.
The person with small white notes stuck all over his head and body was still sitting on the sofa looking towards the door.
Assistant Director: “…………”
What kind of look is this? Chewbacca?
Zhao Zhen raised his hand naturally and waved to the directors, totally unaware of how weird his current image was.
There was even a staff member who was so scared that he almost thought he saw a ghost in the hospital.
When the guests realized what was happening, they couldn't help laughing.
"Is the assistant director here just for the trending searches on social media platforms?"
Song Ci shook his phone and said, "I noticed that today it's all about Brother Yan and the show."
Yan Shixun is a hot topic recently, so marketing accounts and entertainment reporters will not miss this kind of traffic and will keep an eye on Yan Shixun's movements. Even if they cannot create a big one, at least they can bring popularity to themselves.
Because of the previous night at Baizhi Lake in the southwest, many marketing accounts and companies took advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the Internet to create confusion in public opinion. So when it was safe later, the authorities immediately talked to these companies, and they no longer dared to say spooky things on their public accounts.
But at the same time, they also know that the three words "Yan Shixun" represent ghosts in many people's minds. They can't directly write some articles to pretend to be ghosts and cheat traffic, but they can use Yan Shixun's identity to write articles, specious hints, obscure statements... these are their specialties.
Therefore, before Yan Shixun left Haiyun Temple, the news had already spread and was circulated wildly by various marketing accounts.
Now whenever you open a social platform, all you see is Yan Shixun’s name.
As the young master of an entertainment company, Song Ci does not work, but his sensitivity to these things is unmatched by others.
After seeing the rumors and enthusiasm of the audience, Song Ci realized that the program team must explain the issue of the time of the second live broadcast and give the waiting audience a specific time.
The assistant director didn't expect that Song Ci had already guessed it before he could even say it. Caught off guard, he was a little stunned.
"Indeed, after all, the last time the show was live was when we returned from the southwest, and that was definitely not a good farewell."
The assistant director spread his hands and said, "I was just thinking that we have gone through so many hardships to get to this point with the show. If we don't say goodbye to the audience properly, it will always feel a bit regretful..."
“Then let’s broadcast live again.”
An Nanyuan said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter if the show can't go on. We can use a private account."
The others all nodded, "That's right, after Director Zhang gets better, let's take a family photo."
"It's almost the New Year, so this is a New Year special."
"You can use my account!"
"I just don't know what the situation is like over there with Xingxing. It would be a pity if he's not here."
"Don't worry, didn't Brother Yan go to Haiyun Temple today? Xingxing must have been rescued. When Brother Yan comes back, we will ask him when we can visit Xingxing."
At this moment, someone outside knocked on the door, making a crisp sound.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yan Shixun, who had just been on the hot search, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest.
"In the short term, we probably won't be able to see the stars."
Yan Shixun said with a half-smile: "He still needs to stay in Haiyun Temple and receive loving education from the Taoist priests."
Everyone immediately showed a look of surprise: "Brother Yan!"
"Brother Yan, is Xingxing safe and sound?"
"We were just discussing the live broadcast. Brother Yan, when can Xingxing come? He can't be missing from the family portrait."
"rest assured."
Yan Shixun nodded lazily and promised: "When the Taoist priests are tired of beating us, Xingxing will be able to come back. And more."
He took a step to the side to make room behind the door.
Then, a figure slowly appeared.
"Since it's a show, how can we allow people to use their personal accounts to broadcast live? That would make our show seem unprofessional."
Zhang Wubing smiled brightly: "Of course I have to use the equipment and account of the program, everything will remain the same."
Everyone slowly opened their eyes wide, and then shouted in surprise: "Director Zhang!"
"Have you recovered yet?"
"How are you feeling today?"
"Great! We can live stream again!"
Everyone rushed towards Zhang Wubing, surrounded him, and showed concern for his condition with a smile.
Zhang Wubing answered all the questions with a smile, and reassured them not to worry, saying that he was recovering very well.
——Even though he could only stand by holding on to the wall until now, his weak calves couldn't stop shaking.
Yan Shixun had noticed Zhang Wubing's weakness a long time ago. He casually reached out and grabbed Zhang Wubing's collar, using the force to support him and help him stand.
The director team also came over to ask about the time of the next live broadcast so that they could give the audience an accurate response.
Zhang Wubing raised his head and thought for a while, then said, "Then let's do it in a week."
Seven days later, he had almost recovered, and Lu Xingxing had also been beaten up enough, so everyone could get together again.
Amid cheers, Yan Shixun carried Zhang Wubing and slowly walked back, leaving space for others to celebrate.
Zhang Wubing also lost his smile and became sad and sighed, glancing at Yan Shixun from time to time.
Yan Shixun: "...If you have something to say, just say it. Are you acting like this because you think I'm abusing you?"
"That's not the case."
Zhang Wubing sighed deeply and sadly, and his whole body was listless: "I don't dare to go home."
When he left home in anger with his father and slammed the door, he was holding his breath and wanted to prove himself to his father.
He achieved success and returned home in glory.
——This is not vanity, but just a unwillingness to accept his father's mistake. He wants to tell his father that he can also make a career.
The first half was relatively smooth - as long as you don't look at the number of times he got into danger and how thrilling it was. But the last time, he got himself into this state, which made him a little worried that his father would deny his achievement and ridicule him.
"Although I think I've done a good job, it's actually okay to run into a few ghosts. It's just like eating. Who doesn't run into a few ghosts in their life? I just had a few more."
Zhang Wubing sighed and said, "But I'm worried that my dad will ridicule me and ask me why I got myself into this state."
"and……"
Zhang Wubing hesitated for a moment.
He was also worried about his mother.
When Zhang's mother came to see him before, she couldn't stop crying, which made him feel guilty and distressed for his mother, and he didn't want to make her worry.
But if he returned home, his mother would cry when she saw him so weak that he had difficulty walking.
Zhang Wubing didn't want to see that situation.
And the person he can turn to for help now is Yan Shixun.
"So Brother Yan, can I live in your house?"
Zhang Wubing looked at Yan Shixun eagerly and said hopefully, "Brother Yan, your house is so big, how about adding me?"
Yan Shixun: “…………”
"I'll pay for the food! I'll pay for the accommodation! Really, Brother Yan, there's only one good brother in the world, Brother Yan's minor illness is a treasure, now the only one I can count on is you, Brother Yan, wuwuwuwu!"
Seeing that Yan Shixun showed no sign of wavering, Zhang Wubing immediately rushed over with a cry of "Ah!", hugged Yan Shixun and started crying wildly, his snot and tears all over his shirt.
Yan Shixun's forehead twitched, and he kept reminding himself that this was a patient, and he couldn't hit him. This was a soul with great merits, and he couldn't be beaten to death! No, no... no, shit!
With a "bang", Yan Shixun pushed Zhang Wubing away with a palm and kept some distance between them. He held him by the clothes and let him rush towards him like a little turtle, but he couldn't reach him.
"Since you have money, why don't you stay in a hotel?"
Yan Shixun couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Why do you have to stay at my house? It's so noisy!"
It was so noisy that he couldn't even sleep well!
Yan Shixun recalled that there were times when he felt that the house was too quiet. He felt that he was so ungrateful at that time that he actually disliked the quietness?
Now, with several creatures at home, it is impossible to have peace and quiet for a second.
"Brother Yan, don't you love your most adorable little Bingbing? Woohoo! QAQ, there's not even a room for me? If I stay in a hotel, what if I encounter a ghost? I'll just die right there. It's too scary!"
Zhang Wubing reluctantly said: "How about I sleep in the same bed with Brother Yan? Even though there is no extra room, I am not picky. As long as there is a place to sleep..."
"You just said, where do you want to sleep?"
A cold and low voice came from behind.
Zhang Wubing shivered subconsciously and felt his whole body stiff.
Instinctively sensing danger, he turned around very slowly and looked at the owner of the very familiar voice.
really……
Ye Li was standing at the end of the hospital corridor, looking at Zhang Wubing with a sneer.
"Come on, Zhang Wubing, say it again."
Ye Li took a step forward, and the place where he was standing was instantly shrouded in darkness. All the light bulbs in the entire corridor exploded instantly and went out one by one.
A terrifying low pressure swept across the entire corridor. Under the pressure so heavy that it was suffocating, it seemed as if one had fallen into hell in the darkness.
Ye Li asked softly, "Where do you want to sleep?"
Zhang Wubing trembled with fear, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.
In fear, he desperately reached out to hug Yan Shixun's thighs, wanting Yan Shixun to save his life.
Now he knows that this person is the Lord of Fengdu!!!
Ghosts and gods related to death, that's too scary! He had never encountered such a terrifying ghost in his life, and he even wanted to run away.
Fortunately, I am not a ghost and have nothing to do with death, otherwise it would be too scary.
Zhang Wubing thought secretly and couldn't stop shaking.
"I, I didn't say anything. I think it's fine for me to sleep on the floor QAQ."
Zhang Wubing cried and said, "I really like the floor! I will always be inseparable from the floor in my life... wuwuwuwu..."
In the darkness, only Ye Li's cold laughter could be heard: "Really? But I think you are more suitable to sleep in the underworld."
Zhang Wubing opened his eyes wide in horror, desperately trying to pull at his brother Yan: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, please take care of your wife!!! He said he would send me to see the King of Hell! That's too scary, I don't want to die!"
Yan Shixun: “…………”
In the darkness, he sighed silently and picked up Zhang Wubing.
This idiot had been completely frightened by Ye Li. His legs were so weak that he had no strength at all. He clung to him like a koala and couldn't get off.
"Okay, Ye Li, stop scaring him. This idiot can't remember anything."
Yan Shixun lowered his eyelashes, looked at Zhang Wubing's crying face in his hands, and whispered softly: "The remaining soul has already completely left, taking all the memories with it..."
In order to give Zhang Wubing a chance to survive, the only way is to completely erase his connection with the cause and effect of the Dao. Therefore, his memory only stays on the time when everyone entered the southwest, starting from the Shadow Puppet Museum. All the memories were erased by the King of Hell, so that he would not be contaminated by anything related to the old Fengdu.
Zhang Wubing didn't remember at all that he was actually the King of Hell, nor did he remember that it was he who gave the crucial reminder that allowed the world to restart and regain life.
He is now just a silly and happy person, worrying about his family and friends, having his own ideals and goals, and the inexhaustible motivation derived from them.
Yan Shixun was not planning to tell him all about his earth-shaking achievements.
The previous King of Hell has retired, and the current King of Hell is Jing Xiaobao. Let Jing Xiaobao take care of all the busy things. As for Zhang Wubing... this is the King of Hell's last life, so let him live it happily.
The King of Hell has been worrying about the world for a hundred years. Now, it is time for the world to give back to him.
Yan Shixun was so slow that he didn't even grasp why Ye Li was angry.
The jealous Lord of Fengdu was so angry that he laughed.
"This idiot actually dared to say that he wanted to sleep in the same bed with you? Haha, I think he is quite courageous."
Ye Li walked slowly out of the darkness, and every sound of his footsteps was crisp and powerful, like the sound of death and darkness approaching.
Zhang Wubing was so frightened that he burst into tears and trembled as he hugged Yan Shixun.
"I've only been able to sleep in the same bed with you in the past few days, so what right does he have to take my place?"
Ye Li snorted coldly, "It's noisy enough to have two wolves and a devil cub at home, and now there's another idiot? What about our world of two? If you want to do something, you have to consider whether there will be any strange noises..."
Before he could finish his words, Ye Li was kicked directly by Yan Shixun.
If this kick hit the wall, the entire wall would be turned into powder in an instant. Yan Shixun showed no mercy.
The Lord of Fengdu couldn't help but groan in pain, his long eyebrows twisted together in pain.
He subconsciously bent his tall body and covered his calf that was kicked.
Yan Shixun put on a fake smile and asked, "What's that strange sound?"
"……No."
"What do you want to do?"
“I don’t want to do anything.”
——I want to do everything, even not go out for a few years, just to be alone in my world, in a dark and chaotic world, without caring about worldly affairs.
The truth was on the tip of his tongue, but Ye Li, sensing the approaching danger, swallowed it back down forcefully. He did not dare to anger his lovely but overly powerful exorcist.
If he was thrown out by Shi Xun, with Shi Xun's current strength, he would never have the chance to sneak back into Shi Xun's quilt in the middle of the night.
He could still tell which one was worse.
Ye Li, who had been full of oppression just now, suddenly became restrained and obedient, without any trace of the aura of the Lord of Fengdu and the King of Ghosts.
Yan Shixun snorted coldly and picked up Zhang Wubing: "Then he will live in our house."
"Shi Xun..."
"Shut up! Objections are invalid."
Ye Li didn't know that Yan Shixun had never intended to take Zhang Wubing in.
But after he finished complaining about not having a world of their own, Yan Shixun started thinking about it.
——Alone with two people, bullshit! A certain ghost who never gets tired, tsk.
Yan Shixun thought of the three beds that his family had re-ordered within a month, and the garbage company's curious question, "How could the bed be broken so completely?" His face instantly darkened.
Zhang Wubing was crying and howling when he found himself being carried away by Yan Shixun. He was immediately surprised and asked, "Brother Yan, have you agreed to take me in?"
Yan Shixun snorted coldly: "Yes, you can sleep in my room. It turns out that the tenant went to sleep in hell."
Just as Zhang Wubing was about to cheer, he felt a cold gaze staring at him. He trembled with fear and the sound of cheering got stuck in his throat.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Ye Li staring at him gloomily, and he suddenly felt like crying but had no tears.
He regretted it. He suddenly didn't want to go to Brother Yan's house anymore. He asked to sleep on the street! Sleep under the bridge! Woohoo, he seemed to have offended the gods.
"Brother Yan, I think..."
"Shut up—if you don't want to offend Dao as well."
Zhang Wubing: Why am I the one who got hurt? Let me go!
嘤QAQ
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