The Demon Lord said he would not roll again

Chen Muzhou bit his tongue and wanted to say a few harsh words, but when he met Jiang Zhao's calm gaze, he felt a little timid for a moment, and quickly turned around, leaving Jiang Zhao with a fleeing figure.

This was just a small episode and did not cause any disturbance in Jiang Zhao's life.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Jun performed normally in the college entrance examination. They applied for schools and majors that they liked, and were successfully admitted.

For Jiang Ping, this is a relatively long holiday, and she drags Jiang Jun to Jiang Zhao every day.

Both of them are very hard-working little girls. After eating Jiang Zhao's food, they will do whatever they can to help.

This afternoon, Jiang Zhao was sitting in front of the door playing with his mobile phone, Jiang Ping was practicing calligraphy on the side, and Jiang Jun was playing with the geese in the yard.

Jiang Zhao didn't like eating goose meat very much, so he discovered that some of the geese he raised were smarter, so he used the geese as dogs to look after his home and yard. Anyone who often comes to his house and sees a few snow-white geese can't help but play with them for a while.

"Director Jiang." A shout suddenly came from outside the door. Jiang Ping reacted the fastest and stood up immediately to open the door.

A middle-aged man came in, asking Jiang Zhao to do the funeral.

Jiang Zhao asked Jiang Ping to pack her things, Jiang Jun also said goodbye, and then Jiang Zhao took Jiang Ping and left with the middle-aged man. The other party drove here, so it didn’t take much effort to get there this time.

The middle-aged man's name was Liu Pingli. This time, it was his wife Wu Ying's natal family who was doing the funeral. The person who died was Wu Ying's younger brother, named Wu Xiang.

"I told this kid before that you should ride slowly and don't swerve carelessly. If you just don't listen, something will happen now. You're only twenty-two years old. So. What’s the point of leaving when you’re young?”

"Fortunately, no one else was affected, otherwise the living would not be able to live in peace even if they died." Liu Pingli shook his head, his eyes a little red.

Jiang Ping sighed after hearing this. Although people will die eventually, there is still a big difference between natural death and someone who commits suicide in the process. She recognized Wu Xiang. They used to ride motorcycles in front of her school. She and Jiang Yun once hitched a ride without knowing that the other was a fast rider. It almost frightened them out of their wits. After that, they never dared to hitchhike with someone they didn't understand again. Motorbike.

Wu Xiang is actually a pretty good person. He also helps the kids in the same village who are being bullied. He rides very fast on his bike, which is very scary. I didn’t expect something happened.

Really don't try to joke with your own life.

Since Jiang Ping had also studied for more than a year, Jiang Zhao decided to let her take charge this time, while he assisted.

After Jiang Ping finished singing the first requiem, Jiang Zhao heard a cry of pain coming from the coffin position.

"Ouch--"

"Hey, I can move."

"Ah - it hurts like hell!"

Jiang Zhao sneered, telling you to drive a speeding car at a young age, you will suffer the consequences now.

"Sing a few more times." Jiang Zhao said to Jiang Ping, "Sing a few more times if your body is severely damaged in an accident like this."

Jiang Ping wrote down this key point and continued singing.

"It feels better, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"I didn't expect that listening to music can relieve pain. Hmm, the pain is getting lighter and lighter. It's comfortable."

After five times, Wu Xiang's soul had been put together. When he floated out of the coffin, he saw that the person singing the requiem was Jiang Ping.

The condition of his soul and body was still not very good. His flesh and blood were bloody, as if he had been sewn together.

"It's Jiang Ping," Wu Xiang sighed, "If I had known I should have listened to your advice, nothing would have happened. I regret a little."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm only twenty-two years old, why am I dead?"

"Uu wu wu, I haven't even married a wife, and I haven't even held a girl's hand."

"Woooooooo, I won't rest in peace until I die."

"Uuuuuuuuh, I'm not a bad person, why did I die?"

"Woooooooo, does this mean that good people don't live long?"

Jiang Zhao pretended not to see it.

I don’t know what evil he did to see such a thing.

Chapter 39

During the holiday after Jiang Ping's college entrance examination, Jiang Zhao took her to a total of thirteen funerals. Most of them were people who died in accidents. Most of these people were beyond recognition.

Jiang Zhao was used to seeing fights and killings, so he didn't feel uncomfortable seeing these. It was just that each of these guys was noisier than the last. It's just that he didn't hear their voices. Now that he heard and saw their tattered souls, he could only ask Jiang Ping to sing more requiem music until their souls returned to normal.

There were also some people who had bad tempers, were not good people, had bad mouths, and would not know how to behave even if they died. Jiang Zhao allowed them to yell and moan, but just let Jiang Ping follow the procedures. By the end of the three-day funeral, their souls and bodies will not be dispersed, but they will certainly not be as comfortable as those whose souls returned to normal after listening to the requiem music.

"Master."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhao asked.

Their master and apprentice had just returned to the village after a funeral, and Jiang Ping would go to school to report in two days. If nothing unexpected happens tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, this should be the last funeral of the holiday.

According to Jiang Ping's situation, if she is not too young and not famous enough, Jiang Zhao thinks that it is absolutely fine for her to host funerals by herself. She has basically learned everything she can, and there are still some things that she lacks a little time for. It will naturally get better.

"Master, I have..."

Jiang Ping hadn't finished talking yet, but Jiang Zhao got goosebumps when he heard this opening. How could his young apprentice start his words with "I have..."?

Jiang Ping naturally didn't know what Jiang Zhao was thinking: "Master, I have a doubt."

Jiang Zhao: Oh, doubt?

That's fine, it's just an idea.

He was really shocked!

"What doubt? You tell me.

"Master told me before that those who died in accidents and whose bodies were seriously damaged should sing more requiems." At this point, Jiang Ping took out a small notebook, "I have recorded the funerals that Master and I have presided over, and basically counted how many times the requiem should be sung for each funeral. My doubt is that the deceased in several of them also died in accidents and their bodies were seriously damaged, but Master didn't let me sing more, saying that I should just follow the process."