Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

I have confirmed again and again that Jiang Chen really has no interest at all in the face of the possibility of becoming king.

Uncle Wei was a little surprised: "Your boy can resist such a temptation at such a young age, and you may have some achievements in the future!"

Jiang Chen threw peanuts into his mouth: "You are not simple, old boy. After drinking fake wine for a long time, you don't even eat a single peanut. Next time everyone in the village eats, you will definitely have a place!"

He seems to have gotten used to his off-kilter and annoying thinking.

Uncle Wei sneered when he heard the words, and slapped Jiang Chen on the other shoulder again. He couldn't avoid it, but could only watch helplessly as a greasy handprint appeared on his clothes.

"I go!"

"Old Wei, if you do this again, I'll turn my back on you!"

"Fall against an old man who is going to be buried tomorrow morning? Are you shameless?"

"What's wrong with going into the ground, don't force me to dig your grave!"

"Don't make me beat you..."

"..."

One old and one young, drinking fake wine and chatting with each other.

During this period, Uncle Wei also woke up Jiang Chen. Many things in this world are taboo. Perhaps the demise of Beidou was doomed from the very beginning.

These names are too big for them to afford in the past.

The whole Beidou is actually some monstrous characters, with tenacious personality, flexible mind, and amazing talent, each of them is no worse than Chu Jiang's heir.

I don't know where Po Jun collected so many talents back then.

If they can live to this day, they will all be famous masters, and at last they will be great masters.

However, the entire Beidou team was almost wiped out.

The only survivor, perhaps relied on the relationship with King Chu Jiang to suppress his life.

As for Uncle Wei himself, he is a dead man.

After Jiang Chen listened, he thought for a moment, and changed his screen name to "Dream Country, Fengdu, Lonely Land... Mourners" on the spot.

He wanted to try how big this cause and effect could be.

Uncle Wei gasped a bit watching from the sidelines, your kid's life was given by scratching music, right? So inappropriate?

...

It was late at night, and the noisy city fell into silence.

The high temperature during the day faded away before midnight, and at three o'clock in the morning in the near autumn, there was an unspeakable coldness.

Security room.

After finishing the wine, the plate of peanuts was empty, and the two of them seemed to have lost their chatter. They just sat quietly, smoking one cigarette after another.

a long time.

The empty cigarette case was thrown on the ground.

"I'm done smoking, Jiang boy, you've given me my last ride, and I have to walk the rest of the way by myself."

Uncle Wei persuaded Jiang Chen to leave for the last time, and his attitude was very firm.

Jiang Chen was even more determined than him: "I've seen everything in my life, except that I haven't seen a dead person go the last way. Old Wei, you go your way. Let me watch."

Uncle Wei stood up, with a chilling coldness in his cloudy eyes.

"This excitement will kill people!"

"People are always going to die when they live, and death is like the grandest festival. A gorgeous firework blooms at the end of our life. I like watching fireworks and celebrating festivals."

"Your boy would be a philosopher in peacetime...the kind locked in a mental hospital."

"That is the highest homage to philosophy."

Uncle Wei stopped persuading him, and suddenly exuded a terrifying coercion all over his body, his eyes fixed on the bed board in front of him.

It's quiet all around.

The subtle sounds under the bed board also became clearer and audible.

"Che... zi..."

Like fingernails scratching at a board.

"My time is up."

Uncle Wei murmured, attached himself to his lower body, and with force with both hands, opened the bed board, revealing a vermilion coffin underneath.

It is engraved with strange and ancient patterns, pasted with pieces of yellow paper talismans, the cinnabar is bright red, each stroke is natural, and there are several different auras of majesty faintly revealed.

This is all Yan Luo's method!

But even so, the evil corpse couldn't be restrained anymore. The scratching sound of the nails was very small, but the penetrating power was extremely strong. They got into Jiang Chen's ears, and the "creaking" echoed non-stop.

He had a strong urge to tear off these talismans!

"No... no... no..."

Jiang Chen's face turned red a little bit, as if he was trying to suppress himself, but his body was no longer in control, he stepped forward a few steps, and stretched out his hand directly.

At this moment, Uncle Wei was about to pick up the coffin, when he looked back, his brows furrowed instantly.

He had a high opinion of Jiang Chen from the bottom of his heart, and he never thought that his actions would be affected by a trace of power leaked by the evil corpse under heavy seals.

Seeing that Jiang Chen had reached out to touch a talisman.

Uncle Wei's eyes darkened, and he was about to make a move.

In the next moment, the fire of nothingness ignited.

The color of the talisman was a little darker, the bright red strokes on it turned into dark red, and the suppressing force became stronger in an instant.

There was a faint roar in the coffin.

The scratching was gone.

Uncle Wei was stunned and looked at Jiang Chen in shock.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand and smiled: "Hehe, this talisman is too rough. I was itch for a while, so I refined it casually. Old Wei, remember to give me the salary when you look back. It's not much, just get one million hell points."

Uncle Wei looked at the talisman again, and opened his mouth, this is a talisman written by Wu Guan Wang himself, rough?

"Good boy..."

"If I can survive, I will give you the price you said!"

He shook his head and continued to carry the coffin on his body.

Although Jiang Chen could help suppress the coffin for a longer period of time, it was meaningless and only equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst.

To suppress the evil corpse for a longer period of time, any Yan Luo could do it.

But continuing to wait will only make the evil corpse reach a point where Uncle Wei can no longer compete, and lose the last hope of becoming king!

The old man carried the coffin.

and myself in the coffin.

Walking out step by step, he didn't wake up anyone, and left alone in this chilly early morning to overcome his calamity.

Get out of the gate of hell.

A cold wind blows.

Several figures appeared in front of them.

"Old Wei, is this really the case?" Sun Zhengwen asked with a complicated expression.

"My teacher said that the soul-suppressing coffin should not be moved lightly. It carries the suppressing power of several kings. If you want to carry it out of the city, even the grand master will be exhausted!"

"Will you still have the strength to kill evil corpses later?"

Uncle Wei kept walking, but just shook his head.

"Don't worry about my old man so many, this place is too noisy, I want to find a quiet place to survive the robbery, can't I?"

"Old Wei, Jiangbei Sub-bureau is willing to go through this disaster with you!"

Sun Zhengwen spoke seriously.

"Xiao Sun, you have been the chief of the bureau for a long time, and you have also played bureaucratic tricks, right? If you say you are willing, the rest will be willing? Who can you represent?" Wei Lao changed from his usual kindness and became a little arrogant. stand up.

"I am willing, Uncle Wei." Chu Hanyue said.

"Uncle Wei, I am willing too." Luo Ji said with a smile, his face determined.

"Don't look at me, old man, I'm just here to help! If the situation is not right, I will run away!" Daoxuan waved his hand.

"I'm here to watch the fun." Jiang Chen strolled in the courtyard with a relaxed expression.

Among the big bosses present, he was a grand master, which seemed a bit abrupt.