The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

"None of them?" Old Louis almost jumped up and down when he heard it, "I'm telling you, young man, there's no Tie Chenzi here!! Your name has a very low duplication rate, and there's no other person named Chen in the whole underworld!!"

Ji Cheng said, "Then maybe there's no one I'm looking for."

Louis: "?"

"Since the last person was not found, the next one will continue to be free," Ji Cheng added with a smile, "I still have someone I want to see, ah no, the undead."

Louis: "???"

Then when he saw the sword light surrounding Ji Cheng, old Louis immediately said very tactfully: "No problem, we have such a close relationship, why would I charge you money?"

"I've been looking for it in the underworld for a long time, and I really don't have the energy to help you find it today."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was also very willing to follow suit: "No problem, come with us. We'll continue tomorrow when you've had a good rest."

Louis: "???"

Don't you understand what polite refusal means?

However, Louis's previous search in the underworld had almost exhausted his mental strength, and he was in a weak state, not to mention resisting Ji Cheng, even if he wanted to stand up and run away, it would be extremely difficult.

So in the end, Louis, who had lost his resistance, was forcibly taken away.

Although they had just killed a team of strong men from the Holy See of Light, Ji Cheng and Clara were both brave. They did not leave Fuxi City, but went directly back to the previous hotel to live - and even pretended to welcome a friend and opened another room for Louis.

By the next night, thinking that old Louis had almost recovered, Ji Cheng and Clara gathered in front of him again: "Is it okay now?"

Old Louis's dry face looked like he was about to be constipated: "...It's okay."

He asked in a frustrated tone: "Who are you looking for?"

Ji Cheng said a name: "Lancelot."

Old Louis tilted his head: "Huh?"

Clara also turned her head, with a nostalgic and confused expression on her face: "This name..."

She had never heard of Ji Cheng having any dead relatives named Lancelot, but the name did sound a little familiar, so Clara was a little unsure whether she remembered it wrong.

Ji Cheng calmly reminded: "The strongest genius on the continent."

Clara's eyes widened: "Him?!"

Old Louis didn't know what they were talking about, and looked at them confusedly: "Who?"

So Ji Cheng kindly added the previous situation: "A bard has come to Fuxi City recently. He has been eating at the restaurant where Clara and I had dinner these two days. During the meal, he likes to tell some heroic epics. Among them, there is a man named Lancelot, who is said to be the strongest genius in the history of August Continent."

--I don't know if Clara's boasting that "Chen is the first genius of the Church of Light" gave the other party inspiration that day. Ji Cheng and his friends met the bard several times in the past two days. Two of the three times, he was boasting about the so-called "strongest genius in history", and even brought up his name: Lancelot.

At this point, Ji Cheng sneered: "Call out this Lancelot, I want to see who is the strongest genius."

Clara: "..."

Louis: "..."

If he wasn't afraid of Ji Cheng's elusive sword lights, he would have cursed "You are so boring."

But he didn't dare.

Louis cursed in his heart for thousands of times, and finally asked with his lips: "Is that all the information?"

Ji Cheng: "Yes."

Louis: "..."

A thousand more curses rolled in his heart.

First, he asked me to find a dead soul with the same name as me, and finally found two and said they were not me. Now he wants to find a genius from tens of thousands of years ago. If I have nothing to do, I can go to the factory to stick crystal balls on my staff, okay? !

Louis cursed in his heart, summoned his staff, and closed his eyes to enter meditation like yesterday.

The grayish-white death element gradually condensed in the hotel room, and a door-shaped shadow gradually emerged behind old man Louis - probably he was communicating with the underworld.

Seeing that old man Louis really went to find someone obediently, Ji Cheng's smile gradually flattened.

Clara originally planned to play games to prevent boredom during the waiting period. Seeing Ji Cheng's expression, she put down the game console she had just taken out with a little surprise: "What's wrong?"

Isn't this guy always smiling even when he is playing tricks on people? Now his face suddenly sank, which makes people feel a little unusual.

Ji Cheng said in a light tone: "I was thinking, if this Lancelot is really strong, can I defeat him and make him my younger brother."

Clara: "..."

She raised the game console again, and deliberately covered her face, showing her speechlessness with actual actions.

Although if Clara had focused on the game a little later, she would definitely find that something was wrong.

Because just after Clara started playing the game, Ji Cheng also took out a book of the Holy See of Light from his space ring and began to read it carefully.

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It was already late at night when Louis disconnected from the underworld and his consciousness returned to his body.

He opened his eyes and immediately jumped up angrily. Even though he was weak and couldn't beat the old bones, the two people opposite him couldn't care less. He pointed at Jicheng's nose and asked: "Are you kidding me!!" "

Jicheng put down the golden holy book of the Holy See in his hand and asked directly: "Didn't find it?"

Old man Louis became even more furious after hearing this: "You really know!!"

"What genius named Lancelot tens of thousands of years ago? There is no such person in the underworld!!"

Ji Cheng nodded: "I understand."

His tone was strangely calm, which made Louis, who was originally full of anger, hesitate for a moment - wouldn't the man in front of him snap himself when he got angry?

In fact, Louis has not fully seen Jicheng's strength, but thanks to the death attribute of cultivation, he has always been very sensitive to dangerous things - and it just so happens that Jicheng is the most needed in Louis' sense of smell. Be wary of that wave of fear.

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That's why he always acted so cowardly.

It happened that Jicheng stood up at this time, and Louis was so frightened that he trembled. Before he could shout out, "Respect the old and love the young, spare your life," he saw Jicheng's figure had disappeared into the room.

With his ninth-level magician's eyesight, he couldn't even catch an afterimage.

Louis was a little confused, so he turned to look at Clara who was still in the room: "...What's wrong with him?"

Clara also had a horrified expression, and Louis originally thought that she was also shocked by Jicheng's sudden departure, or perhaps by his ridiculously strong strength.

As a result, Clara asked: "He was just reading the Holy See's scriptures?"

Just as the two people in the room were anxious, one of them was confused and said, "I just asked a few words if you were kidding me, so I lost my popularity." The other was anxious, "It's over, it's over. Let's start reading the teachings of the Holy See of Light. This is it." "I'm completely crazy." Ji Cheng opened the window and stepped in from the outside.

He was also holding a knocked unconscious person in his hand, which was the bard that Jicheng and Clara met two days ago.

Throwing the person to the ground, Jicheng hit him with spiritual power without hesitation and woke him up: "Wake up."

The bard woke up with a start, and before he could scream, he was gagged by Clara, who was also very skilled in the kidnapping business - although so far, Clara didn't understand why Jicheng suddenly went out to be kidnapped. Such a person came back.

After the other party gradually adapted to the setting that he had been tied up by Wuhuada, Jicheng took away the rag that blocked his mouth.

"Let me ask you a question." Jicheng said.

The bard's expression was frightened, and his fear reached its peak when a sword was pressed against his neck. He hurriedly wanted to nod, but was a little afraid that his throat would be cut if he moved too much: "No problem, no problem, you Ask! Just ask ten!”

Jicheng asked: "You have been playing...no, that Lancelot you have been singing about all this time, what is his full name?"

The bard was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became ecstatic: "A fellow man?"

"Have you also done research on Lancelot?!"

Before Jicheng could answer, he continued his own words and started talking nonstop: "Well, although I am a bard, I am not an ordinary bard. The heroic epics I tell are all It’s a real person! It’s a historical prototype!”

"I have been studying Lancelot for a long time! I can guarantee that he is real!!"

"He is a true genius! A hero!! We humans all rose because of him!! Those things that are being spread outside now, such as the former Saint Zichen of the Holy See of Light, although he is indeed a genius of our era, his achievements are not the same as those of Lan Slotby is so weak..."

The bard wanted to continue talking, but Jicheng interrupted him with a smile on his face: "Shut up."

The cold touch of the small sword pressing closer to the skin of the bard's neck successfully made him shut his mouth.

Jicheng said: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Lancelot, what is his full name?"

As expected, this time the bard didn't talk like before. He opened his mouth without making a sound, almost expressing the meaning of "he wanted to say but stopped" and "wanted to say but dared not say" to the extreme through his expressions.

It wasn't until the flying sword touched a bloody mark on his neck that the bard hesitantly asked: "Is this, can this be said?"

The smile on Jicheng's face became more and more amiable: "It's okay not to say anything, you know."

So the bard finally answered honestly: "Lancelot's full name is... Lancelot Autopheus."