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Tong Wu stayed in the Kunlun faction, and took office the next day, becoming the first network manager of the Kunlun Internet Cafe.

The work of Kunlun Internet Cafe is very simple, without too much technical content, as long as you recognize the RMB circulating in the human world, you can collect money and give change, and other things are not a problem—according to Yan Jingchen’s words, it will really happen Whatever happens, let's preemptively control violence with violence, don't be afraid of offending anyone, even if you don't take it seriously, the entire Kunlun faction has to support its own people first!

How cruel is it to say such a thing... But Yan Jingchen is awesome, and the Kunlun faction has the capital of violence.

Tong Wu didn't know what kind of pistol he found by mistake, he only knew that he didn't have to hide and sleep in the wind, he didn't have to worry about his blood lust killing people, and he didn't have to worry about his appearance like a living dead The road ahead is confused, and Yan Jingchen will give him the greatest help and the most pertinent advice in everything, and he no longer doubts this.

Sitting at the bar, Tong Wuhua dragged the mouse to learn how to use the computer. He was fast and smart. Hong Sui only taught him for a while in the morning, and now he can operate independently.

Looking up information on the Internet with a computer is what he needs most now. He is eager to know what happened to the country in the more than 100 years since his death.

Tong Wu learned from the information found on the Internet that the Qing Dynasty disappeared shortly after his death. Later, he experienced the precarious and troubled times of the Republic of China, the blood-stained Anti-Japanese War in China, and then returned to peace and silence. With an eager longing for life, they started from nothing with bare hands and built the city and country that Tong Wu sees today.

Forget it... There is nothing wrong with being like this now, at least the world is stable and the years are quiet.

Tong Wu leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to meditate. The fragments of the Kunlun mirror were quietly lying on his chest. Yan Jingchen manipulated them skillfully and strung them together with red ropes, forming an indestructible wall.Tong Wu could feel the power emanating from the fragments, which brought him an endless sense of security.Just like when he was asleep.

Thinking of Yan Jingchen's expression on weaving the red rope for himself, Tong Wu couldn't help laughing.

It's no wonder that his expression is so tangled. Last night we chatted until late at night. After we broke up, Tong Wu lay on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. He wished he could find a coffin to lie down to feel at ease. Later, he had no choice but to put Kunlun The mirror fragments were stuffed into his mouth, and he smashed them twice like candy, before finally falling asleep peacefully.

This scene made Yan Jingchen, who came to him early in the morning, embarrassed for a long time, and only then did he weave the red rope later.

Just when Tong Wu couldn't help laughing out loud, a thin voice interrupted him——

"Hello, I want to go online..."

Tong Wu opened his slender eyes, and saw a tall, thin and pale boy standing outside the counter, with a fluttering, translucent body.

With a twitch between his eyebrows, he immediately sat upright, "Hello, ID card."

"I...I didn't..."

Hearing this, Tong Wu tried his best to make his expression look natural: "No ID card? Sorry, we don't accept minors here."

"No, I..." The young man froze for a moment, suddenly his mind went blank, and he forgot what he wanted to say.

"This is not where you should come." Tong Wu said suddenly when the other party was in a daze.

"Isn't that where I'm supposed to be?"

"Yes." Tong Wu nodded.

"Then...then where should I go?"

"You are still alive, you should go back to your body instead of wasting your time here."

"But how can I go back? I've been walking around here for several days, but I can't find an exit. It's so cold outside, I want to hide here..."

Tong Wu's eyes were still calm, the boy in front of him couldn't feel the cold of Kunlun Internet Cafe, but in fact it was much warmer outside than here.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. You want to go home, go back to your parents and family, have a reunion dinner with them, and have a reunion year."

"Reunion dinner...Reunion...Nian..." The young man's tone was still blank, staring at Tong Wu as if asking for help.

At this moment, a yell came from nowhere, interrupting the young man, "Network administrator, here is a bowl of instant noodles. I want spicy beef flavor."

Tong Wu turned his head to identify the direction, then turned around and took a box of instant noodles from the shelf, and slowly turned them upside down.

When he poured hot water on the instant noodles and raised his head, the pale boy just now turned into a puff of green smoke and flew away.

At this time, in the rescue room of a hospital near the Kunlun Internet Cafe, the patient's ECG, which was originally in a straight line, fluctuated again. All the medical staff involved in the rescue were relieved. They were glad to have saved a life from death again. I also hope that the boy on the operating table can wake up soon and recover smoothly.

After seeing off the lost boy, Tong Wu leaned back in his chair again, and his slender eyes closed again.

The door leading to the Kunlun office hall behind him opened at some point. Yan Jingchen leaned idly by the door, his eyes glued to Tong Wu's body for a moment. His eyes were so persistent that even Tong Wu, who had no sense of synaesthesia, noticed it. He teased He raised his eyelids and glanced at Yan Jingchen, with a smile on his lips, as if he had realized something.

Yan Jingchen sat beside him and praised: "You did a good job just now."

"Hmm... I'm not very proficient at the first time."

"It doesn't matter, the business is slowly becoming proficient, and no one will leave after birth."

"That's right." Tong Wu nodded lightly, as if he was still immersed in the feeling just now.

There are tens of millions of practitioners in the world, and there are also various types of cultivation. Some people ask for swords, and they are cultivating for swords; In addition to this method, there are even some people who use strange methods such as polishing the prototype of the magic weapon to enter the Tao. Counting the various cultivation methods, it is the most difficult to enter the Tao with a sword.

But in any case, these strange practices can always be controlled by humans, but there is only one practice method that cannot be controlled by the practitioner himself, and can only be achieved by the right time, location, and harmony of people.

Yan Jingchen seemed to have exhausted all his strength before he said these two words to Tong Wu: corpse repair.

When a person dies and enters the coffin, if there is no special reason for the soul, it will follow the way of heaven and reincarnate. As for whether it will continue to be a human or fall into the way of an animal, it will be judged by what the person did before life, and the body will die with the departure of the soul. The decay dissipated, and finally returned to the land that gave birth to him.

However, Tong Wu had a lot of resentment when he died in vain, and because of being a corpse driver, he became a zombie and harmed everywhere. It was not until his father and master invited an expert that he surrendered his son who was full of blood debts, but Tong Wu did not. Knowing that his father was moved by compassion back then, he couldn't bear the burning of his own flesh and blood relatives, so he had suppressed corpses with fragments of Kunlun mirror, and suppressed them under ten feet together with beautiful jade and real gold for more than a hundred years.

Yan Jingchen said that the Kunlun mirror was born when the world was first formed, and it was condensed by the essence of Kunlun's [-] mountains. When a spiritual object meets a zombie again, more than a hundred years is enough for the aura of the Kunlun mirror to permeate the zombie's whole body, making it unconsciously step into practice, becoming a rare corpse repairer in the world.

If it wasn't for a coincidence, the fragments of the Kunlun Mirror would continue to be covered with dust, and if it wasn't for someone's greed, Tong Wu would still sleep forever, until eternity.

However, the sky wants him to fall into the secular world again, even if he has the power to turn the tide, he cannot avoid it.

Tong Wu likes the stable present world, even if hidden under the peaceful surface of the mortal world is the world of self-cultivation that he doesn't understand at all, even if Yan Jingchen told him that the path of cultivation of corpse repair is more difficult than other cultivation, and the road of heavenly calamity is more difficult than others. Other practitioners have gone through a thousand times more dangers, and he has nothing to fear.

What is there to fear for someone who has died once?

With such calmness, Yan Jingchen opened the eyes of heaven for Tong Wu, enabling him to see through the mundane world, and started his practice in the Kunlun Internet Cafe. As for the introduction of the basic skills of practice into the body, that is the least of Yan Jingchen's worries—— Tong Wu Tangtang, who was a first-time corpse repairer, can gather resentment, corpse qi and yin qi in one body without exploding his body. His sea of ​​qi is unimaginable.

Good innate skills can be said to be of great help to the subsequent practice, and Tong Wu has the absolute advantage in this regard.

What he has to do now is very simple. He sits in the Kunlun Internet Cafe every day. When Internet users come, he will collect money to make change to arrange the machine. Where to go, and some are where they should go. If they are looking for a way to Kunlun, Tong Wu will ask them seriously: "The lobby costs [-] yuan an hour, and the private room costs [-] yuan. Which one do you want?"

Asking about the immortality of Kunlun and the ease of practicing in the world of mortals, how can any cat or dog be qualified——Excerpt from Yan Jingchen's Quotations from Tongwu Xun.

Since Tong Wu joined, Hong Sui's work has become a lot easier, but after more than a month, she has been able to hand over the front desk to Tong Wu with confidence, and she is in charge of the backstage Kunlun Office.

If the Kunlun Office makes money for the Kunlun faction, then the Kunlun Internet Café attracts customers for the office. Those who come to the Kunlun Internet Cafe with a little knowledge will not answer Tong Wu's questions, and usually don't even look at him. After handing over the money, the private room internet card you can get is the key to open the Kunlun office hall.

There were quite a lot of guests who came to "ask for directions" this day, and Tong Wu couldn't stand it after receiving a few more, and he was so tired that he panicked.

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to adjust his breath. After nearly two months of hard work, he was finally able to mobilize the three airflows in his dantian to walk through the meridians of his body for several weeks. Pale, even the desire for blood is more controllable, when he is not hungry, he is no different from a living person.

After finishing breath adjustment, Tong Wu opened his eyes and saw Yan Jingchen sitting on the side looking at him, and came quietly again.

"Why are you here? Aren't you very busy today?" Hong Sui said that the business in the office hall has increased recently, and many businesses are quite difficult. He was placed on Yan Jingchen's desk and asked him to look over to confirm whether the business can be released according to the conventional standards.

"It's a bit busy, but when it's over, let's see how you are doing."

"How?" Tong Wu asked back.

"It's pretty good, and the progress is rapid."

"Don't praise me." Tong Wu was very modest, "I want to know what to do next."

Yan Jingchen looked at him for a few seconds, and said, "Xiao Wu, you must not rush into this matter of cultivation, you are now..."

"I know I shouldn't be in a hurry, I just want to know where I need to work hard now." These days, Yan Jingchen didn't know when to change his name to Xiaowu. At first, he was not used to it, thinking it was like a girl's name, but now he hears it too much I also feel nothing.

"You don't have to be afraid of losing your goal, I'm here."

Tong Wu suddenly didn't know what to say, he had a vague feeling that Yan Jingchen needed his own approval.

Of course, he couldn't think of what the head of a sect needs to be recognized by a young corpse cultivator who has just started, but seeing Yan Jingchen's tired expression, his heart softened inexplicably, because a monk who has practiced to Yan Jingchen's level is no longer just a monk. A monk is so simple. He looks young on the outside, but he has long been a powerful man in the cultivation world that cannot be underestimated. He will be tired, not physically, but mentally.

Yan Jingchen's tired expression flashed by, and he checked the situation outside the counter symbolically with his spiritual sense to show that his boss still cared about the status of his property, and then he casually took out a Pass the bottle to Tong Wu.

"Well, for you."

Tong Wu took the small bottle and asked without knowing why, "For me? What's in it?"

He shook the bottle, and the beautifully colored liquid inside flowed out for a burst of brilliance, dazzling people's eyes.