The immortal body is called Teevat

Wu Cheng looked at the Hu Tao grandfather and grandson who were not far from him. Hu Tao was still the same Hu Tao. Except for a sudden increase in height, he had made almost no progress in other areas.

Of course, there will be no improvement in the future. Wu Cheng couldn't say such a thing, after all, it was very rude.

At this time, the children were stuffing all the food they couldn't eat into Cesar's mouth. Poor Mr. Cesar went from being a great magician to feeding hamsters.

Although these Liyue specialty snacks are very delicious and exquisite, the sheer quantity makes Cesar a little overwhelmed.

Although Cesar's mood has changed a lot, he still likes children more, so he happily accepts the children's feeding behavior.

While the children were eating or giving food to Cecesar, Wu Cheng began to look at Hu Tao and his grandson.

The lively Hu Tao also forms a sharp contrast with the old and frail Hu Xiu next to him. The contrast between stillness and movement is quite impactful.

When Wu Cheng saw Hu Xiucheng for the first time, he couldn't believe that the guy in front of him was the 75th head of the Wangsheng Hall whom he met more than a year ago.

The old man who used to be strong and cheerful has now become a real old man. The feeling of old age and frailty is spreading.

But Wu Cheng could feel that Hu Xiucheng was just holding on to this attitude, which showed that Hu Xiucheng's life was really at the end of its rope.

The day for Hu Tao to succeed as the 77th head of the Wangsheng Hall should be approaching soon, but if Hu Tao really knew what would happen next, she would probably never become the 77th head no matter what.

Hu Tao, who was standing next to him, seemed not to notice and continued to ask Wu Cheng: "Why are you standing there? Super big customer, we are really destined to meet. It has been more than a year since we last met. Why don't you try our new Wangsheng Hall..."

Just when Hu Tao was about to get a new order from this super big customer, Hu Xiucheng grabbed her clothes and signaled her to stop talking.

Although Hu Tao is usually very naughty and playful, at this time, Hu Tao listened to Hu Xiucheng's words and did not continue to introduce the special set meal of Wangsheng Hall.

After all, ever since returning from Wuwangpo last time, Hu Tao has been deeply aware of the responsibilities of each generation of the head of the Wangsheng Hall, and naturally put away some of his playful and mischievous character.

Instead, Hu Xiucheng straightened his back as much as he could and said to Wu Cheng in a weak voice: "Brother Wu Cheng, you know that my granddaughter has this kind of personality. Don't mind it."

"I don't care, I don't care. But it turns out we are destined to meet." Wu Cheng responded politely. After all, Master Hu deserved his polite treatment and respect.

A ferryman who has been ferrying people to the Internet for more than ten years has sent countless people to the Internet. Now, this ferryman should be able to take a rest soon.

Then Hu Xiucheng spoke faster as if he had thought of something important: "By the way, Brother Wu Cheng, the coffins for the Wangshengtang package you ordered more than a year ago have been dried in the shade and can be taken away at any time."

"No matter where you are in Liyue, you can ask our Wangsheng Hall to transport you there."

"But as for overseas places that our Wangsheng Hall cannot reach, Brother Wu Cheng will have to figure out how to transport them himself."

After hearing Hu Xiu's words, Wu Cheng remembered that he had specially ordered eleven coffins for his close friend Dotorre.

At the time, I was just doing it for fun, so I didn't remember it very clearly. Plus, there were a lot of things that happened afterwards, so naturally this unimportant memory was put aside for the time being.

Now that Hu Xiucheng mentioned this, the incident suddenly came back to his mind, just like replaying the file.

Wu Chen replied to Hu Xiucheng in a rather indifferent tone: "Well, in addition to coming to Liyue Harbor to participate in the unforgettable Lantern Festival, I actually had this idea as well."

"Even if you didn't remind me, Master Hu, I would have come to visit you about this matter."

Hu Xiu smiled when he heard Wu Cheng say this and continued to remind him: "Well, when your friend's funeral is held, according to the package, you can designate a guest official to bury your friend. This is part of the package, don't forget it."

After careful consideration, Wu Cheng proposed a new suggestion: "Can I appoint Mr. Zhongli to be the funeral director for my friend? After all, I have always heard that Mr. Zhongli's professionalism is unquestionable. He also has a unique understanding of funerals."

"I think if Mr. Zhongli can preside over the funeral, my friend's death will definitely be worth it."

After hearing Wu Cheng's question, Hu Xiucheng's heart trembled. Although Zhongli seemed to be a classic idler in the eyes of ordinary people, Hu Xiucheng knew that he was the King of Rocks.

Just when Hu Xiucheng was about to refute Wu Cheng, he suddenly heard a voice from afar: "Zhongli is a guest official of the Wangsheng Hall who is walking in the mortal world. Since he is a guest official, he must follow the rules. No problem."

Then Hu Xiucheng nodded stiffly and said, "I understand. After my granddaughter and I finish shopping today, we will find him and tell him about this matter. Let him prepare in advance. After all, more than a year has passed, and your friend's health may not be good. Okay."

"Yes, it should be soon. Calculating the time, maybe within a few months after the Lantern Festival. His vitality is quite strong. He can survive for more than a year despite such a serious illness. Life is really tenacious!"

Hu Xiucheng remained silent on this topic and did not say anything more. Hu Tao, who was standing next to him, was a little unwilling to give up and continued to sell the set meal to Wu Cheng.

“…I can tell you that if you buy the Wangshengtang package now, you will make a profit. When the Wangshengtang branch opens to the other six countries in the future, the price may not be as cheap as it is now…”

"…Besides, after not seeing you for over a year, I'm sure you guys must have been traveling a lot, and it's inevitable that all kinds of accidents might have happened…"

"It would be such a tragedy if I can't be buried and rest in peace by then. I might as well order a big package now..."

Then Wu Cheng looked at Hu Tao who was trying hard to sell and said something meaningful to her: "I know that the package provided by the head of Xiao Wangsheng Hall is very cost-effective, but it is not appropriate to get another package now that the previous one has not been used up."

"So when I go back I'll make him die quickly. Oh, no, no, when I go back I'll ask the doctor to check when is an auspicious day for him." Wu Cheng was also calculating in his heart how long it had been since he had met a guy like Dotorre.

Wu Cheng seemed to remember that this guy was finally sent to Xumi by the Fatui to retrieve the Heart of God. If he had time in the future, it would not be impossible to go to Xumi to look for him.

By the way, let's get to know the cute little lucky grass king. After all, it's so cute when it's so small! Thinking of the imprisoned little lucky grass king, Wu Cheng wanted to give Azar a few big slaps more and more.

He had seen people calling on gods when they were in trouble, and people scheming against each other under the gods, but the only thing Wu Cheng had never seen was someone who imprisoned their own gods and tried to create false gods. Sure enough, the Xumi people had some crazy genes in their minds.

Wu Cheng continued to review the main topic. It has been almost a year since he killed someone during his last trip to Mond.

As a righteous knight in the fairy tale, he naturally has to kill more evil dragons named Dotorre to demonstrate his practice of justice.

Then, the heavyweight Zhongli will be moved here to be buried by Doctor Dotole, and then a video camera will be used to record the precious moment.

It's quite amusing to think about the Rock Emperor burying the Fatui executive and delivering a eulogy for him.

If dear Dotore knew that he had invited the most top guest god to bury him, I believe he would be happy to lie in the coffin obediently.

If he didn't want to, Wu Cheng would take some necessary measures to kill him. Although Wu Cheng estimated that he couldn't beat Dortore's body, a small slice wouldn't be a problem.

Besides, does the Doctor really dare to appear in the other six countries in his original form? A cautious man like him probably wouldn't do that.

No matter what, those coffins will eventually have to be used. Are you kidding me? He spent so much money. Can't he just watch the doctor being buried in the ground with his own eyes and let Zhongli read the eulogy?

Hu Tao's eyes changed from excitement to disappointment, and she murmured to herself: "Yes, you have already ordered the package of Wangshengtang, so just wait until the previous package takes effect and then renew it. Anyway, the package of Wangshengtang does not have to specify a specific person..."

"But as the future head of the Wangsheng Hall, I will give you 5%, %, %, %, % off on your next meal. How about % off?" Hu Tao immediately got out of his brief depression and started to do arithmetic while twisting his fingers.

After calculating, as if to make the 50% discount concrete, he stretched out his hand in front of Wu Cheng to show him the discount. He used a very shocked interjection.

Wu Cheng was amused by the cute Walnut and nodded randomly: "Okay, okay, I will definitely renew the order when all the coffins are used up. I think we will definitely have more pleasant cooperation in the future."

"Hehe, you have good vision. But to be honest, your friend is really strong. He has a terminal disease like yours, but he is still alive today. I have to say it's really a miracle..." Hu Tao replied thoughtfully to Wu Cheng.

"Well... that's right, but his mind is not very good anymore and he has become very confused. Every day he shouts, 'I want to create a world with cxk', or he continues to spit out black blood. It's always so beautiful, so beautiful..."

Cesar, who was eating and helping Wu Cheng take care of the children, found it difficult to understand what Wu Cheng said. What kind of disease was this? Cesar had never heard of it before.

However, this strange disease sounds like a terminal illness, and it is hard for Wucheng's friend to survive in this world.