I'm not a theatre god

Just as his palm was about to touch the gift, a voice sounded outside the door.

"Chairman, the two people are waiting at the door."

Mu Chunsheng's palm paused in mid-air.

He glanced at the direction of the office door and slowly withdrew his hand. His son behind him immediately understood and pushed Mu Chunsheng to the position opposite the sofa.

"Let them in."

As the voice fell, two figures in black robes walked into the room. At the same time, the housekeeper and Mu Chunsheng's son consciously left the door, leaving only Chongqi to protect Mu Chunsheng's safety.

As the office fell into silence, two figures in black robes spoke one after another:

"I am Feijia and Liu Zhua from Wuji Realm Witchcraft Association. I meet Chairman Mu."

Mu Chunsheng smiled, and his face, which seemed to be pieced together, was as "kind" as possible. "Before, I have been to many realms and met all kinds of people, but I have never met your Witchcraft Association. After hearing about it from my nephew, I have always wanted to meet you two. Today I finally have the opportunity.

Please sit down, Chongqi, make tea."

The two of them were not polite and sat side by side on the sofa. The curtains of the office were not opened, and the two black robes looked even more mysterious in the dim light.

Feijia took the hot tea from Chongqi, blew it gently, and put it back on the table. "Chairman Mu, let's get straight to the point. I believe Li Ruohong has already revealed some information to you. We are here to represent the Wuji Realm and hope to reach a cooperation with the Beidou Financial Group." Mu Chunsheng smiled slightly, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and spoke slowly. "I have talked about cooperation a lot, but it is the first time I have heard of how big a realm is. For example, in the Red Dust, in addition to our Beidou, there are four top financial groups, various political groups, and so on. Hundreds of small towns are scattered all over the place. And above all our civilian forces, there is Fu Sheng Hui.

I heard that the forces in Wuji Realm are even more complicated. How can your Witchcraft Association represent the entire Wuji Realm? "

When Liu Zhua heard this, he smiled and said calmly and confidently:

"Now, we can represent Wuji Realm, or in other words, Wuji Realm is already ours."

When he heard the second half of the sentence, Mu Chunsheng frowned slightly, as if he heard something, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

He took a sip of the tea handed by Chongqi, and after thinking for a long time, he spoke again, "Why should I cooperate with you? Beidou Financial Group has reached the top in the Red Dust Realm, and we have everything." "Beidou Financial Group really has everything." Feijia paused for a moment, "What about you, Chairman Mu?" "Me?" Mu Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "In this Red Dust Realm, as long as Fushenghui doesn't die, I am the king here. As long as I like it, there is almost nothing I can't get. Do you think I will lack anything?" "There is something you definitely don't have." "Oh? What?" "Eternal life." Mu Chunsheng's expression froze instantly. "What?"

"Eternal life." Feijia repeated again, "The ultimate fantasy of immortal life that countless emperors in history have sought but failed, and all human beings have dreamed of."

Mu Chunsheng stared at Feijia, his eyes seemed to want to eat him alive. After a few seconds of dead silence, he spoke hoarsely,

"Are you kidding me?"

"No kidding, Chairman Mu, don't you want a body that will never get sick, never age, and remain young even after billions of years?" Feijia was very satisfied with Mu Chunsheng's reaction. He smiled and said, "In this world, only our Wuji Realm can do it, and only our Witchcraft Association can do it."

Mu Chunsheng's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he no longer had the calmness just now. His old body began to tremble. Just as he was about to say something, he started coughing violently the next moment.

"Ahem, ahem, immortality is too illusory." Mu Chunsheng covered his mouth and said weakly, "Why should I believe you?"

"You will believe it."

Liu Zhua slowly stood up from the sofa, squinting his eyes and looking at Mu Chunsheng, "Today is Chairman Mu's birthday, and we have prepared a gift for you. You can use it as a deposit. I believe you can feel our sincerity from it."

"What gift?"

"Chairman Mu, your health doesn't seem to be very good?"

"It's skin cancer." Mu Chunsheng took a deep breath, "I was diagnosed with this disease a few years ago. I often go to various realms to seek medical treatment. Although people will get cancer more or less when they get older, I really don't want to die. Later, I met a medical god in a realm. He replaced part of my skin and flesh for me, and extended my life for a few years, but it is only a temporary solution."

"What if we can help you solve this disease today?" Liu Zhua's voice sounded slowly.

"Really???"

"Just because the Medical God can't do it doesn't mean the Witch God can't do it. It's just that the methods are different." Feijia took out a piece of parchment from his arms, on which were recorded various complicated symbols and patterns. "Since we are here today, we have made preparations in advance. It only takes ten minutes for us to make you reborn and restore your health. In ten minutes, you can walk to the venue with a healthy body and enjoy this birthday banquet in person."

Mu Chunsheng's cloudy eyes shone with excitement. This condition was too tempting for him. Even if there was no "eternal life", he was willing to sacrifice everything he had to regain his health. He nodded heavily without much hesitation:

"Okay, if you can really do it, Wuji Realm will be the absolute ally of our Beidou Consortium!"

The corners of Feijia's and Liuzhao's mouths raised slightly, as if they were satisfied with the current situation. Liuzhao spoke again:

"However, there is one thing I need to tell you first. To cure you, I need to sacrifice a young body that is most suitable for you. I remember that you should have a son, right?"

Mu Chunsheng was stunned.

"Does it have to be a son? I also have a nephew, is he okay?"

"No, it must be your own flesh and blood. Only in this way can we ensure that you grow healthy flesh and blood."

Mu Chunsheng was silent.

Chongqi on the side frowned unconsciously. He looked at the old man sitting silently in the wheelchair, seeming to be waiting for his answer.

"Of course, if you are not willing to sacrifice your own son, then just pretend we didn't say anything about it."

"No."

Before Feijia finished speaking, Mu Chunsheng interrupted him in a deep voice.

Mu Chunsheng took a deep breath, a flash of determination flashed in his cloudy eyes. He turned to look at Chong Qi, his voice was low as if coming from the abyss:

"Go and call Haowen in."