He confirmed again and again that Jiang Chen really didn't have the slightest interest in the possibility of being crowned king.
Uncle Wei was a little surprised: "You are so young, how can you resist such temptation? You may have great achievements in the future!"
Jiang Chen threw peanuts into his mouth: "You are not a simple old boy. After drinking fake wine for a long time, you didn't even eat a single peanut. Next time the whole village eats, you will definitely have a place!"
It seems that he is used to his off-the-wall and irritating thinking.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Wei sneered and slapped Jiang Chen on the other shoulder. He couldn't avoid it and could only watch as a greasy fingerprint appeared on his clothes.
"I go!"
"Old Wei, if you keep doing this, I'm going to fall out!"
"You have a falling out with an old man who will be buried tomorrow morning? Are you still shameless?"
"What's going on? Don't force me to dig your grave!"
"Don't make me beat you..."
"..."
An old man and a young man were drinking fake wine and chatting.
During this period, Uncle Wei also warned Jiang Chen that many things in this world are taboo. Perhaps Beidou's destruction was doomed from the beginning.
These names are too big, and they cannot afford them in the past.
The whole Beidou are actually some evil characters, with tough personalities, flexible minds, and amazing talents. Each of them is no worse than the descendant of King Chu Jiang.
I don’t know where Po Jun collected many talents from back then.
If they could live to this day, they would all be famous experts, and at the very least, they would be great masters.
However, the entire Beidou team was almost dead.
The only survivor may have saved his life by relying on the relationship with King Chu Jiang.
As for Uncle Wei himself, he is a dead man.
After Jiang Chen listened, he thought for a moment and changed his online name on the spot to "The Kingdom of Dreams, Fengdu, Lonely Land... The Undertaker".
He wanted to try how big this cause and effect could be.
Uncle Wei looked on and gasped a little, your boy's life was given by scratch-off tickets, right? Take it so seriously?
…
It was late at night, and the noisy city fell into silence.
The high temperature during the day had faded away long before midnight, and at three o'clock in the morning in the late autumn, there was an unspeakable chill.
In the security room.
The wine was finished, the peanut plates were empty, and the conversation boxes between the two seemed to be empty. They just sat quietly, smoking one cigarette after another.
a long time.
The empty cigarette box was thrown on the ground.
"I've finished my cigarette, Mr. Jiang, you've given me a last ride. It's my turn to walk the rest of the way."
Uncle Wei persuaded Jiang Chen to leave for the last time with a very firm attitude.
Jiang Chen was even more determined than him: "I have seen everything in my life, except that I have never seen a dead person take his last journey. Old Wei, you go on your own, I'll just watch the excitement."
Uncle Wei stood up, with a chilling coldness in his cloudy eyes.
"This excitement will kill people!"
"People always die when they are alive, and death is like the most solemn festival. A gorgeous firework blooms at the end of our lives. I like to watch fireworks and celebrate festivals."
"Your boy would be a philosopher in peacetime...the kind locked up in a mental hospital."
"That is the highest tribute to philosophy."
Uncle Wei stopped trying to persuade him, and a terrifying coercion suddenly emitted from his body. His eyes were fixed on the bed board in front of him.
It was quiet.
The subtle sounds under the bed board also appear to be more clearly audible.
"Bah...Zi..."
Like fingernails scratching on a wooden board.
"My time has come."
Uncle Wei murmured, lowered himself, and used both hands to pull apart the bed board, revealing a vermilion coffin underneath.
It is engraved with strange and ancient patterns, and there are yellow paper talismans attached to it. The cinnabar is bright red, stroke by stroke, completely natural, and there are several different auras of majesty faintly revealed.
This is all Yama's method!
But even so, the evil corpse could no longer be suppressed. The scratching sound of the nails was very small, but the penetrating power was extremely strong. It penetrated into Jiang Chen's ears, and the "crunching" kept echoing.
He had a strong urge to tear off these talismans!
"No... no... no..."
Jiang Chen's face turned red a little bit, and he seemed to be trying his best to suppress himself, but his body no longer obeyed him. He took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand.
At this time, Uncle Wei was preparing to carry the coffin. When he looked back, his brows instantly furrowed.
He had a high opinion of Jiang Chen from the bottom of his heart, and he never thought that his actions would be affected by a trace of power leaked from the evil corpse under the heavy seal.
Seeing that Jiang Chen had reached out and touched a talisman.
Uncle Wei's eyes darkened and he was about to take action.
The next moment, the fire of nothingness ignited.
The color of the talisman was a little darker, the bright red strokes on it turned into dark red, and the suppressive power instantly became stronger.
There was a faint roar from the coffin.
The scratching sound is gone.
Uncle Wei was stunned and looked at Jiang Chen in shock.
Jiang Chen retracted his hand and smiled: "Haha, this talisman is too rough. I was itching for a while, so I refined it casually. Old Wei, please remember to give me your wages later. It's not much. Just get one million hell points."
Uncle Wei looked at the talisman again and opened his mouth. This talisman was handwritten by the Riguan King himself. Is it rough?
"Good boy..."
"If I can survive, I'll give you the price you said!"
He shook his head and continued to carry the coffin on his body.
Although Jiang Chen could help suppress the coffin for a longer period of time, it was meaningless and was just equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst.
To suppress the evil corpse for a longer period of time, any Yama can do it.
But if you continue to wait, the evil corpse will only reach a point where Uncle Wei can no longer compete and lose the last hope of becoming king!
The old man carried the coffin on his back.
And myself in the coffin.
He walked out step by step without waking anyone up. In this cool early morning, he left alone to overcome his misfortune.
Walk out of the underworld gate.
A cold wind blew.
Several figures appeared in front.
"Mr. Wei, are you really going to do this?" Sun Zhengwen said with a complicated look.
"My master said that the soul-suppressing coffin should not be moved lightly. It carries the suppressive power of several kings. Even the Grand Master will be exhausted if he wants to carry it out of the city!"
"Will you still have the strength to kill the evil corpse later?"
Uncle Wei kept walking and just shook his head.
"Don't worry about me old man. This place is too noisy. I want to find a quiet place to survive the tribulation, isn't that okay?"
"Mr. Wei, everyone at Jiangbei Branch is willing to survive this disaster with you!"
Sun Zhengwen spoke seriously.
"Xiao Sun, you have been the director for a long time, and you have become a bureaucrat, right? If you say you are willing, the others will be willing? Who can you represent?" Mr. Wei changed his usual kindness and became a little arrogant. stand up.
"I do, Uncle Wei." Chu Hanyue said.
"Uncle Wei, I am willing too." Luo Ji said with a smile and a determined look on his face.
"Don't look at me, old man, I'm just here to help! If the situation is not right, I will run away!" Daoxuan waved his hand.
"I'm here to watch the fun." Jiang Chen strolled leisurely, looking very relaxed.
Among the big guys present, he seemed a bit out of the ordinary as a grandmaster.
