Qingmu nodded, thinking that what Xiao Wang said was more reliable. After all, this matter was too mysterious. A person who was doomed to die was actually going to live again. If Lao Chen really went out, something big would definitely happen.
Old Chen naturally understood the importance of this, but when he saw his apprentice and Wang Xuan discussing when he would be dying, when he would be half dead, and when he would be fully alive, he still felt that the world was in decline. Even life and death had to be planned and arranged in advance. He was speechless for a while and wanted to shout, is there still justice? This world is too dark!
"Old Chen, lie down. Many people will come to visit you soon." Wang Xuan reminded him that he was going to sleep and it was not advisable to stay here for long.
"A lot of people? What's going on?" asked Lao Chen.
Aoki told him that after the battle at Pamir Ridge, the grandmaster of the old arts was in critical condition, and many people followed him to Ancheng, including people from the old arts field, chaebols, and other parties.
Old Chen felt that he had finally heard something comforting tonight. He smiled, nodded and said, "My prestige and fame are pretty good."
"Yes." Wang Xuan nodded and sighed: "Nowadays, Ancheng is very expensive."
"What do you mean?" Old Chen was particularly perceptive and always felt that this was not a good thing to say.
"It means exactly what it says. Wreaths in Ancheng are very expensive nowadays." Wang Xuan told him calmly.
Old Chen, who had just laid down, sat up immediately after hearing this. His eyebrows were twitching and his eyes were very unfriendly. He asked Qingmu what was going on.
Wang Xuan glanced at him and said, "So many people are here. Why do you think they are here? They are all here to attend your memorial service."
Old Chen: “…”
Then he gnashed his teeth and almost tore the bed apart. This was too outrageous, too shameful. What kind of people were these? Old Chen wasn't even dead yet, but they were planning to hold a memorial service? !
Wang Xuan explained: "It was mainly because after the experts' consultation, they determined that they had exhausted all their manpower and thought that you would only need to lie in bed for two or three days, so a group of people came and waited for you to be buried."
Old Chen stared blankly, speechless, and sighed once again, this world is too dark! The man is not even dead yet, but a large group of people are eagerly waiting to hold a memorial service for him. Is there any justice? !
Wang Xuan also sighed: "Old Chen, I have to say that you are really famous. From the deputies of relevant departments in the old land, to the representatives of major chaebols and those big organizations, to the elites in the old art field, as well as important local figures in Ancheng, and people from all walks of life, batches of people came, from rising stars to old land, all to give face to you, Old Chen. So many people came to see you off that the wreaths in Ancheng are almost sold out."
Old Chen stared at him, then glared at Qingmu. What the hell was going on?
Qingmu felt embarrassed and a little guilty, because even he felt that Old Chen was in trouble and was about to start preparing for his funeral.
Wang Xuan added, "However, there is a serious problem here. Almost everything that was supposed to come has come, and even if it hasn't come yet, it will come tomorrow. However, everyone is waiting for you, Old Chen, to pass away. If you don't die, this group of people probably won't know what to do. Do we have to wait a few more days?"
"Shut up!" Old Chen couldn't stand it anymore. He was so angry that he said, "I'll make you wait till the end of time! What kind of people are you? It's so shameful!"
Wang Xuan walked away slowly and went to sleep. His golden body technique was improved and his heart was filled with joy. He slept very soundly and sweetly.
Aoki started to perform the witch dance again to entertain others.
Old Chen almost rolled off the bed. Who came up with this dirty trick? People lined up to come in one after another. It would have been fine if they wanted to pay their respects to his remains, but they actually touched him randomly. What the hell is the transmission of life!
He felt upset and had goose bumps all over his body, but he had to restrain his vitality and pretend to be dead. As a result, the hair on his hands and feet was almost fallen off due to being touched. It was simply unbearable!
It was not until the second half of the night that everything ended. Qingmu was almost exhausted from dancing the witch dance, and Lao Chen wanted to roar to the sky and express his heroic spirit again.
Wang Xuan got up early in the morning. He had a very good sleep and ran to find Qingmu, asking him to tell Lao Chen that they would go to the location in the evening.
"You mean, we need to transfer lives again tonight and have another round?!" Lao Chen wanted to slap Qingmu.
"Xiao Wang said that in order to avoid suspicion, he couldn't meet you privately, and could only do so in that kind of occasion." Qingmu said guiltily. After all, he was also involved.
Old Chen was so angry that he said, "Why didn't he say it earlier? If I had known this was the case, even if I was killed by the sword and eaten by the monster last night, I would have persisted to the end and would never have waited until tonight for another round!"
…
On this day, quite a few people came to the manor in the suburbs. They were all here to hold a "meeting" for Lao Chen, and they were all from prominent backgrounds.
In the evening, Wang Xuan and Lao Chen had a tacit understanding and did not choose the piece of bones. They were really scared of being tormented, so they used the unpolished jade to open the inner scene.
"Old Chen, have you seen the interior of the location? Can I go in by myself?" Wang Xuan asked.
Old Chen was in total darkness, unaware of anything and unable to see anything. It turned out that he still needed the guidance of "Master Wang".
Wang Xuan was so tired that he almost vomited blood and felt that his mental energy was about to collapse. He finally managed to send Lao Chen in with great difficulty.
This time, both of them were ready for a big battle, but the inner land was too peaceful and there was no fighting at all.
There was indeed a person, an elegant middle-aged man, who smiled at them, raised his glass in greeting, and then... he flew away, leaving the inner scene directly, without a trace, and never came back.
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