Three days later, another three days.
Wu Fan has gradually become accustomed to the air in the mortal world, even if his body is already filthy.
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"But Junior Brother Bai Yi, that body belongs to Junior Brother Qingshe after all. Even if they have the same blood, he is still... an outsider after all!"
"..."
"I know this is the intention of the Palace Master, but the Palace Master has clearly promised to Junior Brother Qingshe that as soon as the matter is settled properly, the body will be returned to him! The Palace Master is now like this... isn't he going back on his word!"
"..."
"Of course I understand the palace master's reasons, but after all, this opportunity only lasts once. I'm afraid of what might happen..." Li Rukun, the lame man, had a lump in his throat and could no longer speak.
Bai Yi patted the latter's shoulder, shook his head slightly, and pointed at himself.
Upon seeing this, the lame Li stood up and said, "Senior Brother Bai Yi, of course you don't have to worry about this matter. It's enough for me to prepare it myself!"
"..."
"The day after tomorrow...no not tomorrow, tomorrow at the latest! I'll do it right away!" After saying that, the lame Li limped away.
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"Boring! So boring!" The old immortal in the Lingyin Stick shouted.
"Virtue." The opera ghost in the flower cloth muttered.
"What are you saying bad things about Lao Xian again, you little calico man? Do you dare to speak louder?" Lao Xian said angrily.
"Boring." Mr. Huabu said coldly.
"You still dare to imitate me! Just wait for me, little old man with colorful cloth! Sooner or later, the old immortal will beat you until your hair is full of flowers!" the old immortal shouted again.
"Alas..." Wu Fan came to the mortal world and finally felt relaxed for a while, but was swept away by the old immortal and the opera ghost.
At night, when he was really feeling depressed and was about to open the door to get some air, he bumped into the lame Li when he opened the door.
"Ouch! Lord Wufan, you've been waiting for a long time..." the lame Li said politely.
"It's me who has caused you trouble..." Wu Fan returned the salute and continued: "It's really rude to say that I have been back in the mortal world for so long and I haven't paid a visit to the master of your Ghost Palace. "
"Oh..." Cripple Li waved his hand and explained: "Lord Wu Fan, you're welcome, the Lord of the Palace is not here..."
As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation: "Master Wufan, let's talk while walking..."
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"Cripple Li, what is the situation in the mortal world now? Why is the spiritual energy so dirty?" Although the spiritual energy before was weak, at least it was still pure. It has never been as annoying as it is now.
"It's not about the Demon Locking Tower yet..." Cripple Li sighed, "Master Wu Fan, don't be impatient, you will know when you leave the Ghost Palace."
When Wu Fan heard this, he murmured: "Although I hold the position of a ghost officer, I am a sinister person. Even if I go out to act, I cannot act openly..."
The cripple Li forced a smile: "Don't worry, adults, you will be able to return to the mortal body again soon."
Wu Fan was surprised when he saw the cripple Li suddenly stopped in this remote place: "Sir, we are here."
Although the night was getting dark, Wu Fan could still clearly see that what appeared in front of him was a thatched house. This thatched house was dilapidated on the outside, but not a single bit of moonlight leaked in, so it was not clear what the condition was inside.
"Sir, the walls of this well are wet and slippery, please be careful... Ouch... plop! gurgling..." The cripple Li just reminded him, but he fell into the well unsteadily, making the old immortal in the spiritual rod bend forward and backward.
After a while, when he heard the lame Li's greeting from down the well, Wu Fan jumped down and followed the sound and got in through an opening in the well wall.
"Huh..." The white candle lit up, coating the surroundings with green light, which felt even more bitingly cold than the well water.
"Aji... Sir, please come with me..." The cripple Li twisted his wet clothes, then ducked into the stone wall in front of him.
Wu Fan stepped forward and touched the stone wall, his expression not showing much surprise. After all, he had been crawling around in a painting before, so he was used to this situation.
But he didn't expect that there would be a hidden space in His Highness Guizashi, and he didn't know what was hidden here.
Entering this space, Wu Fan felt strange. The space here was empty.
Give him the illusion of entering the realm of things and myself again...
Fortunately, the space here is not big, and you can see to the edge at a glance, which gives Wu Fan some peace of mind.
Seeing that the cripple Li was in a daze looking at a coffin in the middle of the open space, Wu Fan also quickened his pace and walked over, and then he was slightly shocked: "No wonder...it turns out that Brother Qingshe's body is hidden in this place! I didn't expect this. This space is actually outside the rules and can preserve the body so well!"
Although the skins are similar, Wu Fan can still distinguish Qingshe from himself, and he can see the difference at a glance.
"Cripple Li, why did you bring me here?" Wu Fan asked after being surprised.
"Lord Wu Fan, you can return to the world of the earth through the name of the Ghost Palace, but it will be inconvenient for you to do things with this identity. Therefore, the master of the palace specially ordered me to prepare the body of Junior Brother Qingshe. , so that you can return to the mortal body!"
Wu Fan never had time to ask questions before, but now how could he not understand.
"Brother Qingshe said he was well prepared for me, so it turns out he was referring to this matter..." Wu Fan frowned and murmured to himself.
"Master Wufan, I have prepared everything. As long as you lie down in the coffin, I will activate the magic circle to fuse your souls and bodies..."
"I understand..." Wu Fan took a deep breath and nodded with difficulty.
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"A spark of fire, ignite my fighting spirit! Heroes from all directions, boost my power!"
"A spark of fire, ignite my fighting spirit! Heroes from all directions, boost my power!"
Yangdu City, no, Yangdu City at this time has long lost its former appearance. Even the plaque hanging high outside the city has been replaced with three other big characters, League of Heroes.
The city was very lively at this time, and the shouts were like a stormy sea, shaking the dust off the three big characters.
"Okay! Our League of Heroes should have this kind of momentum!" As a voice of praise rang out from the high platform, the surrounding voices weakened.
"Seven years, the seventh year since the establishment of our League of Legends, our reputation has spread throughout the Eastern Continent, and no monsters dare to invade the slightest! The achievements of the League of Heroes today have nothing to do with the name of the League of Heroes. It has nothing to do with me, but with everyone here, and it is the result of your joint efforts!”
The person speaking on the stage was a one-armed figure. Although he looked disabled, his aura was overwhelming and his words were impassioned.
"Leader of the Alliance, you are joking. If it weren't for your discerning eye and bringing together the heroes of the world, how could the League of Heroes be what it is today? Don't you think so?"
"That's right!"
"Alliance leader Shengming! Alliance leader Shengming!" The audience shouted again.
"Hahaha... I am really lucky to be appreciated by you all! I hope that we can unite as one and make the League of Legends prosperous in ten, twenty, or even a hundred years!"
The man on the stage felt heroic, almost infecting everyone present.
"Sheng Ming is bullshit! This old immortal..." A muttering came from the far corner.
"Shut up!" a masked man shouted.
"My little friend, what are you afraid of? Even if the old immortal calls him a bastard, this old immortal won't be able to hear it..."
If the text had a voice, it would be easy to tell that the person cursing was Lao Xian. After so many years, although the specific words of the old immortal cannot be calibrated, when it comes to speaking hurtful words, it is called smooth!
From the time he left the underworld to now, Wu Fan has spent a whole year in the mortal world. During this year, Wu Fan inquired about everything that had happened in the six years since he left, and the shock in his heart almost overflowed.
Shortly after Wufan's death, the Demon Locking Tower suddenly lost control for some unknown reason, causing the demonic beasts inside to wreak havoc.
After that, Yangdu City suddenly fell and was eventually invaded by monsters...
Just when things had reached an irreversible situation, the League of Heroes came to the world like a magic weapon and stepped in to resolve the monster crisis.
After that, in order to avoid the resurgence of the beast tide, the League of Heroes, with the support of everyone, transformed Yangdu City into the base of the League of Heroes. From then on, the League of Heroes began to grow...
Wu Fan heard that the League of Heroes was going to hold a memorial ceremony on the grounds of seven this time. He thought that this ceremony coincided with his own death day.
Together, I wanted to take this opportunity to express my sadness.
But when I got here and took a look, I found that the League of Heroes was noisy with gongs and drums. It was clearly a celebration ceremony, and it was also a lack of interest...
But when he saw the figures on the high platform clearly, he felt even more resentful. He always felt that the League of Legends was not as simple as it seemed.
Although it seems peaceful now, Wu Fan can feel that there is a dangerous current hidden under this abnormal calm.
"This place is the foundation of the League of Heroes. There is no guarantee that there will be any precautions. It's best for you evil ghost to keep quiet!" Before Wu Fan could reply, the actor suddenly lowered his voice and reminded him.
"Well, the drama ghost is right..." Wu Fan glanced around, "Before leaving the League of Legends, it's better to reduce communication!"
After saying that, he glanced at the one-armed figure on the high platform, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
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As soon as Wu Fan walked away, several people around him began to whisper.
"You...are you here because of that?" A lean man said with a sinister look.
"What's going on? I don't know..." A thin-lipped man next to him turned his head to the side.
"Hehe, the recruitment of talented people for the League of Heroes is not a secret matter, so it won't be secretive." The lean man said with a smile.
"That's right!" Broom Eyebrow next to him couldn't stand such a scheming guy and snorted.
"Hey, I heard that the requirements of the League of Legends are getting stricter every year. I wonder if brothers are prepared?" the lean man asked Broom Eyebrow.
"What kind of preparations can I make?" The broom man shrugged helplessly, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, this is my third year of registration! Just leave everything to fate! You may be lucky enough to fulfill the requirements."
"Brother, you can't just rely on luck to recruit talents!" Seeing that there was no one around, the lean man lowered his voice and said, "In this world, this is the only way to go!" As he said this, he twirled his fingers. .
"Bribery! Ahem..." Realizing that his voice was a little loud, Broom Eyebrow hurriedly lowered his voice, "The League of Heroes acts aboveboard. If you want to bribe... I'm afraid it won't work!"
The lean man smiled nonchalantly: "The world is as dark as crows. How can anyone in this world be absolutely innocent? Don't worry! I have established a relationship in advance this time. As long as this number is met, I guarantee that you can enter the League of Heroes!"
"Ah!" Broom Eyebrow scratched the tip of his brow: "Isn't this a little too much..."
"Is that much?" The lean man shook his head and said, "You must know that the League of Legends is now an iron rice bowl, and everyone is trying to get in! Looking at you, you should be an old man, right?"
"Yes..." the broom man said sheepishly.
"So!" The lean man clapped his hands, "As long as you can enter the League of Heroes, fame, fortune and wealth will come to you. Are you still worried about not having a girl?"
"What you said... seems to make some sense!" said the broom man, "Thanks for the advice, brother. I'll go back and prepare now!"
"Looking at your stupid look, I'm afraid the day lilies will be cold when you come back!" The lean man smiled, "I'll lend you the money this time. When you join the League of Legends, you just need to pay back more. I’ll give you three cents of interest!”
"It's easy to talk about!" Broom Eyebrow agreed without thinking.
The lean man grinned, and just reached out to touch it, but then his face turned pale: "Where did this bitch come from? He touched my money bag!"
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