Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

As Yang Ming's voice fell, the surrounding area was silent.

Lu Ziming and the others looked like you were teasing me, as if they were listening to a fairy tale.

At this time, Xiao Chuxia reminded: "You don't need to believe it, but think about it carefully, why did Brother Xiu know the rules of the burial place clearly when he came to the burial place for the first time?

Why can he command the entire headquarters with his status as a Tier [-] Imperial Spirit Master?

Why can he summon the gluttonous army? "

As soon as these three consecutive questions were asked, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Is everything true?

They thought of Fang Xiu's various performances at the burial place, which were indeed miraculous and unbelievable, and could not be explained at all.

But if you put on a name that predicts the future, then everything makes sense.

Suddenly, Lu Ziming looked at Fang Xiu with even more horror.

That's right, if Fang Xiu didn't have such abilities, he would have no way of knowing the rules of the burial site in advance, nor could he be the captain, let alone summon the gluttonous army.

The facts are before our eyes, no matter how far-fetched it is, we have to accept it.

"Captain Fang, if you can really predict the future, then it's not impossible for us to entrust all the money we earn in the future to you for safekeeping, but we still hope to see for ourselves the magic of predicting the future." Lu Ziming said tactfully.

boom!

Lu Ziming screamed and was kicked out.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

"It seems that you have misunderstood me." Fang Xiu calmly glanced at the crowd, taking in all their little thoughts.

"I'm not discussing with you, but informing you."

The calm and unquestionable words exploded like thunder in the hearts of everyone.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and no one dared to look at Fang Xiu.

"What do you think you can rely on to survive? Strength?

As long as I give an order, the gluttonous army can crush all of you to death, as easy as crushing an ant.

Remember, the only value of your life is to make money for me. "

A third-rank reprimands a group of fourth-rank and fifth-rank like grandchildren. Such a scene, even if it is placed in the outside world, is quite explosive.

"Now, get out of here."

Under Fang Xiu's gaze, a group of beating workers were forced to go out obediently to make money.

Yang Ming pretended to be arrogant and bossy: "Hurry up, hurry up! Get up, and don't come back if you don't earn less than [-] coins today!"

"And you, go out to make money too." Fang Xiu suddenly turned around and said.

Yang Ming's face suddenly collapsed: "No, brother Xiu, my own people are also exploited."

"If you want to quit smoking at a funeral, you can choose not to."

Yang Ming smiled sheepishly: "Just kidding, let's go, let's go."

In the end, all the people in the headquarters also went out to work.

And Fang Xiu came to the pawnshop again with a huge sum of more than 2000 million.

He was thinking, since the pawn shop can buy a way to leave the burial place with money, can it also buy some information, information about Zhou Qingfeng.

In the pawn shop.

Fang Xiu slapped all the coins on the counter, and asked a question to the carrion.

"Is Zhou Qingfeng dead or alive?"

Suddenly, the ghost coins on the counter decreased by about 1000 million.

Then the corpse took out a note from the drawer.

He took the note and looked at it, only to see a large character written on it: "Live."

Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly.

Are you still alive?

This week, Qingfeng really survived from the clutches of the deceitful god.

So what strength does he have?

But judging from the letters he left behind, he should have died in the hands of the treacherous god, but he might have come back to life for some reason.

"Where is Zhou Qingfeng?" Fang Xiu asked again.

This time, all the coins on the counter disappeared.

Even his own spirituality has been extracted in half.

Corrosion handed out a note again.

There are two words written on it.

Seeing these two words, Fang Xiu frowned instantly.

These two words are... burial ground!

Zhou Qingfeng was actually buried! ?

Is it hiding in the Zhou mansion?

For a while, Fang Xiu's thoughts were racing, and he wanted to ask again, but he had no money.

Had to reopen.

.......

.......

"Why can I revert to death?"

The rotting corpse did not move, and did not collect the ghost coins.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, did he not know, or was there not enough coins?

The former is the most likely, he can survive in the hands of Tricky God by virtue of the death retracement, which shows that the death retracement has already involved the deepest secret in this world.

Faced with this kind of secrecy, it was obvious that the pawnshop's personality was far from enough, and it was already an unexpected joy to learn about Zhou Qingfeng's news from it.

"Don't let them know that you can see. Who wrote this sentence?"

The rotting corpse remained motionless.

But Fang Xiu excluded an answer from this silent answer.

Don't let them know that you can see it, it wasn't written by Zhou Qingfeng!

The pawnshop could provide Zhou Qingfeng's information, but it could not provide the bloody information. Obviously, the bloody level was higher than Zhou Qingfeng's.

From this, it can be inferred that Zhou Qingfeng did not write the bloody characters.

Before that, Fang Xiu had been vaguely guessing that Zhou Qingfeng's reversion of his death and the bloody characters might have something to do with it.

But now it seems that most likely it doesn't matter.

Zhou Qingfeng's level is not that high yet.

But Fang Xiu felt that it shouldn't be that simple, even if Zhou Qingfeng didn't do it, he was at least an insider.

After all, even until now, Fang Xiu is still not sure whether the trial in the Qingshan Mental Hospital and the original mask were reserved for him or Yang Ming.

Everything seemed to be for Yang Ming, but judging from the results, he seemed to have embarked on a perfect path in Zhou Qingfeng's mind.

The perfect spooky path!

Of course, this may involve the game between Tianming and Zhou Qingfeng, but it is still unknown.

After all, the strength is too weak and the information is too little.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Xiu called softly: "My wife."

Swish!

A beautiful and moving figure appeared beside him out of thin air.

"I want to know her details."

The rotting corpse didn't move at all, as if it had been dead for many years.

Fang Xiu was thoughtful.

It seems that his wife's level is even higher than Zhou Qingfeng's.

This was also expected. He never forgot that when he summoned his wife for the first time, there was a terrifying gaze that seemed to exist in the infinite dimension, and that gaze almost froze time and space.

He has faced many deceitful gods in the sky, but there has never been any deceitful deity who can cause time and space to fluctuate with just a single glance.

Wife, unfathomable!

He even suspected that the wife at home was not the main body at all, maybe just a clone, otherwise there would be no reason for his eyes to be so strong, but the strength displayed by his wife was very weak.

It just hurts people with its own unique characteristics.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Zhou Qingfeng, who seemed to be behind the scenes, turned out to be the lowest rank.