"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

After a violent coughing fit, the blind old man said sternly, "Stop talking nonsense and bring me paper and pen!"

"Okay, okay, Dad, please wait a moment."

Brother Huzi didn't dare to say any more nonsense and quickly turned back to the store to look for paper and pen.

As for what his father did this time, he didn't dare to ask more for the time being.

In fact, three years ago, his father's eyesight was still very good.

However, he pried into the secrets of heaven too much and suffered backlash, which is why he became blind.

Soon, Brother Hu Zi placed paper and pen on the small table in the secret room, and then stood quietly aside, waiting for instructions from the blind father.

The blind old man slowly picked up the pen, thought for a while, and began to paint.

Something resembling a tree root slowly emerged.

Expand and expand continuously.

Dense lines continue to appear.

Brother Hu Zi was watching from the side with a frown on his face.

But the next moment, after the blind old man drew the outline, Brother Beard suddenly stood there in a daze.

The tile, in its final form, is a tile!

This tile is not very similar to the other tiles. It is wider and thicker, and has an almost smooth dragon head on the cut surface.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity came over me.

Brother Huzi's heart skipped a beat.

This tile is exactly the same as the one he saw in the live broadcast room recently!

It was exactly the tile that the boss of Changhong Funeral Company showed during the live broadcast!

“No way…”

Brother Hu Zi was startled and said hesitantly, "Dad...you...what you drew...isn't it the Xuanmen palm seal?"

The blind old man put down his pen, "Ahem... this is what the Xuanmen palm seal looks like, find him for me!"

"Dad...are you sure?" Brother Hu Zi asked in a low voice.

"Sure."

The blind old man uttered two words, and the candlelight in the secret room suddenly disappeared.

Brother Huzi hesitated for a moment and said, "Dad, Xuanmen is no longer the Xuanmen of the past. Why do you still want this Xuanmen seal...?"

“Ahem…”

The blind old man looked solemn, and slowly said: "Back then, my senior brother Zhao Wangchuan gathered all the core strength of Xuanmen, suppressed the gate of hell, and finally turned into a golden body."

"The gate of hell is closed, leaving only the Xuanmen palm print. This endless energy is all gathered here... What a pity..."

"Dad... do you want to absorb the Xuanmen Palm Seal?" Brother Huzi guessed.

"No."

The blind old man shook his head violently and said angrily: "Only my senior brother Zhao Wangchuan is qualified to control this energy. Those who emerged from the gate of hell that year were all traitors from the underworld."

"In terms of strength, their combined strength is less than half of my senior brother's. However, the world is so big that my senior brother alone cannot suppress them..."

"The leader of the rebels is willing to bow down to you, but you are unmoved... He is still too rigid... Wang Guitou has tried to persuade you many times, but you still won't listen..."

"In fact, I feel that the guys who escaped from the gate of hell are all pitiful ghosts, but my senior brother always said that order is the most important, and ghosts should stay where they should be. And he also claimed that he was not qualified to manage this group of people."

"I think he deserves it! The underworld is without a master, and the fusion of the two worlds is an inevitable trend!"

"I don't have much time left. I must awaken my brother's golden body while I am still alive. Otherwise, when the thing in my brother's nephew's body revives one day, even I will not be able to defeat him...

Rather than this, it is better for us to perish together. With my brother here, we have nothing to worry about."

The old blind man's voice was full of admiration.

It is not difficult to see that Zhao Wangchuan holds a very high position in his mind.

Hearing this, Brother Huzi was shocked and said hesitantly, "But Dad... Since Master Uncle is not interested in participating, how can you change his mind by waking him up?"

"Ahem, hehe..."

The blind old man sneered and frowned, saying: "People have seven emotions and six desires. I am willing to use my life to exchange for my brother's good desires."

"this……"

Brother Huzi had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't dare to express them.

If Dad’s plan really came to fruition, wouldn’t the world instantly become hell?

Although he had never met Zhao Wangchuan, he had been influenced by him since he was a child.

If such great people and evil spirits were allowed to become one, the world... would become a living hell.

But what does this have to do with me?

Dad’s senior brother controls the world, why don’t you take off too?

It can be seen that my father is very obsessed with this matter... otherwise he would not have sacrificed his own eyes.

If this continues, Dad won’t live for many more days.

The search for the Xuanmen palm seal is imminent!

"Dad, I understand. I will get the Xuanmen seal within seven days!"

"I hope you'll keep your word."

“…”

…

South city.

Zhang Fan and his group ordered the dishes and chatted.

A system prompt sounded in Zhang Fan’s mind.

"Funeral target to fully recover health, 'return' successful!"

"Current task progress:

Funeral (5\5 completed)

Funeral (73\100 unfinished)"

"uh-huh?"

Hearing the system's prompt, Zhang Fan immediately looked thoughtful.

As expected, everyone knows that this group of people specializes in spreading rumors.

I originally thought that the funeral mission would be difficult, but I didn't expect to complete it ahead of schedule.

Now all that remains is the funeral.

27 orders.

I was lucky the first few times, Yejia Village, the concert, and the outsourcing team all happened at the same time.

If only Tian Xia knew about this group of people, they would sign a contract with themselves.

27 orders.

We need to work harder...

If you can’t find it online, just go wandering around the streets.

Anyway, now I can check my life span through my face...

At this time, the restaurant started to serve food one after another. Wang Kai looked at Zhang Fan and said:

"Boss, what are you thinking about?"

"No."

Zhang Fan came back to his senses, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "By the way, Brother Kai, I want to ask you something."

"What exactly is that gate to hell you mentioned last time?"

Wang Kai hesitated and said, "Boss, I'm not hiding this from you. I don't really understand it either. After all, the Gate of Hell was sealed when I was seven years old. The exact location can only be found by using the Xuanmen Palm Seal."

"As for the matter between Mr. Zhao and my grandfather, I also heard it from the elders in my family, which may not be reliable..."

"In other words, there really are strange things in this world?" Zhang Fan asked, changing the subject.

Wang Kai paused for a moment, sensed his surroundings, and whispered, "We are all here to do funerals, so of course we have to believe it."

"Wow, this grilled fish tastes good."

At this time, Li Xiaohui suddenly praised the food and looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Boss, why should we care about these things? Just do your business well."

"Too."

Zhang Fan nodded and stopped dwelling on this topic.

Anyway, I have the system and I can't break it. After making money for a few years, it's time for me to retire.

As for the underworld or not, it has nothing to do with me.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan picked up a piece of food and said thoughtfully: "Now we have all the funeral orders. We have enough workers and we have our own cemetery."

"But if you want to be a real one-stop service, it's still a little bit short. For things like suona, funeral banquets, and some other processes, you still have to find someone to cooperate with. It would be best if you could do a batch yourself."

"In our South City...are there any time-honored catering companies or large suona bands?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Kai continued, "Why, you even included those who cook and sing? I'll search for them on Douyin, and then you can follow them?"

"What are you talking about? I just want to see if there is a chance to buy it!"

"Yeah, if you kill the people you can buy them, or why not start with planting directly?"

"Don't talk nonsense, take it seriously and pay attention."

…

at the same time.

The headquarters of the 'World Knows' trade union.

More than 30 members were being watched by the funeral brother, and the whole group was in a panic.

And Ayang, the first person to be noticed, naturally became the target of everyone's condemnation.

After several hours of discussion.

The leader of Tianxiazhi made the decision.

"Since Brother Sangzang won't give us any face, then let's just break the jar!"

"The net is broken and the fish is dead!"

"Right now, let Brother Funeral be ruined!"

“…”