Strange World Survival Manual

"But he is the chief examiner of this rural examination in Zetian Mansion. This rural examination is also a top priority. He cannot go to Jingning County to be a city god." The old Taoist voice came faintly.

"This..." After hearing what the old man said, the others immediately became embarrassed.

"If not, isn't that Liu Yuan pretty good? He used to be the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and recently retired and returned to his hometown. Let him go." Seeing everyone in trouble, the old Taoist smiled and pointed to the person below.

Seeing him pointing at someone, everyone looked around and saw an old man looking at them nervously with a nervous look on his face.

"Yes." A tall shadow hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Seeing him nodding, the other shadows also said yes.

The candidates below also showed surprise when they heard this. Only then did they realize that they were actually taking the City God test.

The old man who passed the exam was beaming with joy, and those who failed the exam looked annoyed, especially Wang Qian.

This test of the City God is an opportunity. They also want to be happy and happy after death, and become ghosts.

Wang Qian felt extremely disappointed because he had already passed the exam, but he did not become the City God because he was the examiner.

Now he even wants to tell them whether he can become the city god instead of being the examiner.

"Then what should we do with Wang Qian?" The old Taoist looked at Wang Qian, whose Highness was hesitant to speak, with a smile in his eyes, and turned to ask everyone.

After everyone heard this, they all started whispering among themselves to discuss this matter.

Wang Qian suddenly became nervous when he heard the people above talking about what to do with him.

"If not, people with such wisdom are really rare. It would be a pity to give up. How about I ferry him over some other time and then become a city god after his death?" Seeing everyone discussing, the old Taoist priest said with a smile.

After hearing what the old Taoist priest said, everyone fell into deep thought, and the hall was silent for a while.

"Shou Gui, look how long he has left." The tall shadow turned to ask the person next to him.

"Lord Hui Ri Yushen, this man still has ten years to live." The man glanced at Wang Qian and replied.

Hearing the words of the person above him, Wang Qian was stunned for a moment. He actually only had ten years to live, and he felt a little miserable in his heart.

"But, you can go and ferry him over another day." Hearing the words, the tall figure nodded.

Hearing what Riyoushen said, the old Taoist priest smiled, turned to look at the child, and said, "Send them back."

"Yes, sir." The child nodded, and immediately a group of children pulled the five candidates out.

After the five candidates were pulled away, the shadow in the hall quickly left.

"This is my second time to ferry people." When there was no one in the hall, the old Taoist priest leaned on his seat and tapped the armrest with his fingers again. The sound of "duo" and "duo" filled the empty hall. Spread farther and farther.

On the other side, Wang Qian was dragged away by the child. His feelings were indescribable for a moment. He was half surprised and half happy. He was surprised that he only had 10 years left to live, but he was happy that he could still become a city god after his death.

At this moment, the child next to him blew out a puff of white air, which went directly into Wang Qian's nostrils.

Wang Qian rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Snapped……"

Early in the morning, a crisp sound sounded in the room, and a cup fell to the ground.

"Uh..." Wang Qian suddenly woke up when he heard the voice, and raised his head from the table where he was lying.

"Did I... have a dream?" He looked at the book in his hand, a little unbelievable.

"That's ridiculous!" Wang Qian put down his book and looked out the window. It was already blue sky and daylight. It seemed that he must have been so absorbed in reading yesterday that he fell asleep.

"How can there be a city god in this world?" He shook his head and laughed.

"It's not good! Master, it's not good!" Suddenly a voice came, and a servant pushed the door open and came in.

Seeing this servant, Wang Qian frowned, wondering why this servant was so reckless, so he was ready to scold him.

"Master, Mr. Liu Yuan Liu is gone." The servant shouted anxiously.

Wang Qian was stunned when he heard this. He seemed to think of something when he heard the news, but he couldn't remember it.

"What did I dream about just now?" he said to himself.

The servants on the side looked at him in surprise. Mr. Liu was a good friend of the master. Why did the master care about a dream after his death?

So he couldn't help but repeat carefully: "Master, Mr. Liu Yuan Liu is gone."

"Oh, he's dead..." Wang Qian nodded, knowing it.

Then he waved his hand and asked the servant to get down.

Seeing this scene, the servant felt a little strange, but he resigned helplessly.

After the servant went down, Wang Qian clenched his fist and hit his head. He always felt that his dream was very important. Why couldn't he remember it all at once?

Even at this time, he couldn't care about the death of his old friend, he just wanted to remember it.

And at this moment, on another street in Zetian Mansion, an old man looked confusedly at the courtyard in front of him. The place was filled with cries, and white silk was hung everywhere on the eaves.

"Am I dead?" The old man looked down at his hands, somewhat in disbelief.

He returned here early this morning, but this place had become a mourning hall, and no one else could see him.

"Yes, you are dead." An old man in white stood beside him and said with a smile.

"Why did I die?" The old man frowned, with a distressed look on his face.

Seeing his appearance, the old man in white didn't change his smile and stood quietly beside him, looking a little strange.

"By the way, because I passed the Chenghuang examination, I died!" The old man suddenly understood and clapped his hands.

"Yes, Lord City God, let's go take office." The old man in white said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, after death, everything is dead. Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth. Humans and ghosts follow different paths. It's time for me to serve as City God." Liu Yuan sighed as he looked at his relatives who were crying together, with a sad look in his eyes.

Then he walked forward and found that everyone still couldn't see him, and the sadness and helplessness in his eyes became a little stronger.

The old man in white clothes beside him followed him, always with a kind smile on his face, which never changed.

If someone sees this old man, they may even wonder if he only has this expression.

After completing the circle, Liu Yuan suddenly felt a little bored. Most of the relatives at home were pretending to cry, and few of them were truly sad.

These people will quickly get over their grief and forget about themselves, right?

This thought suddenly came to Liu Yuan's heart, and he suddenly felt dull.

Then he immediately turned around and let the old man in white lead the way and walked outside.

Behind them, under the sunlight, there was only a shadow.

And that shadow belongs to Liu Yuan.

That is, after they left, in the coffin in the mourning hall, Liu Yuan's corpse slowly raised the corners of its mouth, revealing a smile, which was exactly the same as the smile of the old man in white.

With the matter settled, I went home to study for subject one during the Chinese New Year. I'll go back tomorrow and update normally in a few days. I'll take it easy these days.

In fact, Pingtan is quite fun and the people are nice, but I am unlucky, hahaha