God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 4 Is it that simple?
Looking at the middle-aged uncle who appeared in front of him, he was looking around blankly at this moment, as if he hadn't recovered.

After turning his gaze around, Situ Huang stared at Zhang Chuan in black robe, looked him up and down,
dragon robe?Seeing the lifelike nine black dragons on the clothes, Situ Huang was shocked. This kind of clothes can only be worn by the emperor. What kind of person is the person in front of him?
Although Zhang Chuan rescued him, Situ Huang didn't intend to have anything to do with him. This is a proper traitor.

"Thank you senior for saving me. I have nothing to repay you. I will repay you in the next life."

He clasped his hands into fists, turned around and left towards the wooden door after speaking, but just as he took a few steps, a hand was embedded in his shoulder.

My body was startled, my whole body exerted all my strength, and my shoulders shook as I tried to get away.

What Ling Situ Huang didn't expect was that he couldn't move a step, the air seemed to be thick and heavy, wrapping around his body.

He even communicated with his long sword with his spiritual sense, but the Meteor Sword on the back only trembled a few times and remained motionless.

Wu Sheng?Still Valkyrie!This kind of strength is simply unheard of. My own spiritual consciousness is considered to be the best in the realm of a master. To be able to cut off the connection between myself and my natal sword, could it be a hidden world power?
A deep and ethereal voice came from behind, like the gloomy ice under the Nine Netherworld, and fear rushed straight into his head.

"Young man, it's not good to just leave like this."

"Senior, if there is anything I can do, I will never give up."

Those who know the current affairs are the best, this is the truth that Situ Huang has realized in the past hundreds of years. When he sees people who work harder and are more talented than himself and leave first, he has already chosen to compromise.

A graceful figure flashed in my mind, it was not Dongfang Yun, but a vague figure, but because the memory was too long, it was difficult to recall her face under the accumulation of alcohol over the years.

The breath of death flowed slowly behind his back, as if the god of death had put a knife on his neck. I'm afraid he will explain it here today. If possible, he would like to see the girl he has been dreaming of again.

"Don't be so nervous." The palm on the shoulder was withdrawn, the owner of the voice seemed to be joking, and the heavy air suddenly lightened.

The body relaxed, and Situ Huang turned his head to look at Zhang Chuan, only to see that he was holding a black booklet in his hand, and said slowly to himself.

"Situ Huang, a native of Shuiyue County, Dark Star Country, aged 564, a powerful master in the middle stage, once joined the Qingyun Sect, because his Taoist companion was a member of the Demon Sect, and then defected and went down the mountain, am I right?"

right!What he said was correct, but anyone who cared about them could find out.

Situ Huang looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, not knowing what he wanted to say?
"Have you ever wanted to resurrect the person who has always been in your heart?"

Hearing this, Situ Huang's decadent face straightened suddenly, his dark eyes burst into light, and he stared closely at Zhang Chuan.

"Could the seniors be teasing the juniors? How can the dead be resurrected in this world? Even the Martial Saint and the Martial God can't do it."

There was a little anger in his expression, and the palms he held were trembling constantly.

"In my place, naturally nothing is impossible. Do you know where this is? And who am I?"

Shaking his head, Situ Huang didn't know what this place was. In his eyes, there were some small objects around. Could it be a store?
"You can call me Lord Yan, in charge of the cycle of life and death."

life and death?Reincarnation?How could this be possible, and it wasn't the sky filled with gods and Buddhas.

It was completely suspicious, and Zhang Chuan was not annoyed, "Why don't you go out and have a look, if you don't believe that I can leave now, I will send you back naturally."

Half-believing and half-doubting, Situ Huang opened the door and looked at the vast expanse of whiteness outside. Wherever the consciousness swept, it was a world of its own, a seamless one.

Surprised in his heart, he came back in, his heart was already seven or eight percent convinced.

"Yan Jun, I wonder what price I have to pay?" He swallowed his saliva, even if it cost his own life.

"Money." I saw a vulgar word coming out of the mouth of the man who exuded divine power.

???

"Money?" Situ Huang, who was full of greetings, repeated.

"That's right, as long as you have money, I can do anything for you."

Money, for a master-level expert, is simply a piece of cake, but it is this external thing that just restricts Situ Huang, what he lacks is this.

"Dare to ask Yan Jun, how much money do you need?"

"Well, seeing that you and I are destined, I will give you a [-]% discount, and you can give a hundred million taels of gold, which is not expensive."

Seeing his face shrugging, Situ Huang cried and said to Zhang Chuan: "Yan Jun, why don't you change to another one? I don't have so much money. You see, if you pay for your life, it will be worth it."

"Of course not. If you don't have money, I have one thing for you to do. If you do it well, I'll pay you. Isn't that why you came here?" Pointing, Zhang Chuan said to him.

"Please Yan Jun speak directly."

"I want you to bury a man and cry for him."

"Is that all?" Situ Huang asked again, feeling as if he had misheard.

"It's that simple." Zhang Chuan didn't move, the golden light on the mask was shining, and then he turned his head away, "When the time comes, you can go. Before that, you go back first."

With a flick of his sleeves, the space stirred up ripples, and in the blink of an eye, Situ Huang returned to the state of being bound by iron chains, and the time around him began to flow again.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Chuan stretched his muscles and then looked at the system.

"Is this really not going to reveal the secret?" After all, he had never studied acting, and he was afraid that they would see the bottom line.

"Don't worry, the system said it will help you. This is a special discount for novices. Even if you are a warrior in this world, you won't be able to see it." The two-headed woman in palace clothes jumped on Zhang Chuan's head , "Don't you want to go and see? The funeral of the chairman of Tianyuan Group will be in a few days."

Packing up his things, he put a small purse in his arms, which was the last possession of the original body, put on a coat, and went out.

Go, of course, he also wants to see what kind of situation it is.

But not now, according to the information he found, Qin Feifan's funeral will be a few days away, and then he and Situ Huang can go together.

After closing the store door, locking it, and shrinking back, the branches in front of the door were bare, and golden leaves fell to the ground.

Autumn has come for a long time, but the passers-by on the street are still wearing thin clothes, only Ling Dousi puts his hands in his sleeves, breathing a sigh of relief from time to time.

Not only because of the weakness of this body, but also because the temperature in this world is a bit extreme. Zhang Chuan even saw crystal dewdrops condensing on the tree trunk next to him.

(End of this chapter)