Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 66: Funeral order in the historical plane! The path to seeking immortality!

Li Mu and Fang Zheng bowed to An Ping respectfully.

Then, the two stood up and looked at each other.

"Zhao Feng, Xiaoma, prepare the tools." Li Mu said solemnly.

Hear the words.

The three people who followed Li Mu immediately untied their backpacks and took out Daxing's tools.

Then, they used tools to form a large box and various equipment for carrying cultural relics.

And the other side.

Li Mu took a deep breath and took a few steps forward to An Pingjie's grave: "Old man, I've offended you. I will definitely return the evil-slaying sword to you.

For a moment, the eyes of everyone present were focused on the Evil Slaying Sword and Li Mu.

As he spoke, Li Mu stretched out his hand, grasped the hilt of the evil-slaying sword, and lifted it up with force.

The evil-killing sword did not move at all.

Suddenly, the scene became quiet.

Li Mu looked at the Evil Slaying Sword, then at An Pingjie's grave, and smiled awkwardly: "Director Fang, come and try it."

Fang Zheng smiled, stepped forward, and held the hilt of the Evil Slaying Sword with one hand.

The energy sinks in the Dantian, and the force rises upward.

Fang Zheng's face turned purple, and his evil-killing sword trembled slightly.

After a while, Fang Zheng let go of the hand holding the sword hilt and gasped for air.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu's faces turned purple, and they could hardly hold it in any longer.

I saw with my own eyes that my boss, despite all his strength, could not pull out the evil-killing sword. He, "Zero Nine-Three", was almost dying.

But I couldn’t laugh out loud.

"The wind today is very noisy." Wang Hai looked outside the Changsheng Temple and said with emotion.

Zhao Haizhu echoed: "Well, the wind on the mountain is quite good, and the scenery is also good."

The two of them sighed with emotion.

Fang Zheng nodded secretly.

These two boys are good, and they have been cultivated for many years.

Thinking like this, he immediately turned his head and looked at Li Mu beside him.

And coincidentally, Li Mu also turned to look at him at this moment.

The two looked at each other and immediately communicated with their eyes.

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows: Are we not sincere enough? This evil-killing sword won't follow us?

Li Muyi frowned: This is just a sword. How can it be the same as what you said? Yin Xuanping.

Fang Zheng frowned and pinched his chin: What could be the problem? Could it be that something is stuck underneath?

Li Mu did not respond and thought for a moment.

Li Mu once again put his left hand on his right hand, facing An Pingjie's grave, bowed deeply and saluted: "Old man, please come with me and lie down with the Evil Sword. Li swears here that once the appraisal is completed, he will definitely use the Evil Sword." Send it back, send it back intact.

Fang Zheng on the side, his face almost turned into black coal.

What the hell.

This old boy, who had just told himself not to do such mysterious things, turned around and did it himself.

Then, Li Mu stood up with a respectful expression on his face, enthusiasm and respect in his eyes, and stepped forward to hold the hilt of the sword again.

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Mu raised his hand and lifted it hard.

The sword body of the evil-killing sword was inserted into the earth and broke out of the earth.

Suddenly, the entire blade of the Evil-Slaying Sword was displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

"Fuck...fuck! This...is this okay?" Wang Hai looked at the evil-slaying sword in Li Mu's hand in a daze, and he could fit two eggs into his mouth.

Zhao Haizhu was even more surprised: "Is it possible that... this sword has become a spirit?"

Fang Zheng was stunned for a long time, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: This sword... has really become a spirit? Or was it at the beginning, was there some invisible force that was preventing them from taking the sword?

Although he was thinking this in his mind, Fang Zheng murmured: "It... It may be that the one I just pulled out has become loose... Well, it is just loose."

Li Mu rolled his eyes and ignored Fang Zheng. He carefully held the sword and placed it in the box containing cultural relics.

Done all this.

Everyone present acted as if nothing had happened, their faces were calm, and even the wind had stopped.

Li Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Director Fang, if there's nothing else, we'll leave first."

Fang Zheng greeted with a smile; "Okay, contact me immediately if you have anything."

"By the way, finish the appraisal as soon as possible so that I can send the old man's sword back as soon as possible." Fang Zheng added.

Li Mu nodded heavily: "Don't worry, I will identify it immediately when I get back.

Finished.

Li Mu hurriedly led the people down the mountain.

After they leave.

Fang Zheng, Wang Hai, and Zhao Haizhu stood in front of the gate of Changsheng Temple.

The sentiments are the same, all with solemnity, but also with a little doubt and consternation.

"Mr. Fang...how should we choose the direction of the next investigation?" Wang Hai asked with a frown.

Zhao Haizhu was also on the side, looking at Fang Zheng curiously.

Fang Zheng did not answer, but looked back at An Pingjie's grave.

There, there was only a small mound left.

There are no clouds, no shadows, no Tianmen, and no Taoist Qingxu and Master An Tian.

Everything is calm and everything is back to normal.

But now this calmness, this normality, is the most abnormal.

Apparently so many strange events had happened just now, but now, they have all disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Go back first, we'll discuss it when we get back." Fang Zheng said solemnly, with a heavy and puzzled expression.

At the same time, Fang Zheng had more and more doubts in his heart, and the question marks on his forehead became more and more dense.

After saying that, Fang Zheng walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu looked at each other and quickly followed Fang Zheng's footsteps.

This trip to Yanjing City left an indelible impression on the three of them, and it was also an unprecedented novel experience.

However, this experience greatly subverted their three views and even made them have some doubts about the world.

at the same time.

Fenglan City, in the urban village community.

The office location of the Last Wish Company.

Zhang Ye returned to the company, took off his black windbreaker and hung it neatly on the hanger.

Returning to sit down on the familiar Taishi chair, Zhang Ye looked in the direction of the store entrance.

In the dark eyes, there was some confusion, some worry, and some nervousness.

"What kind of world can the system randomly create?"

"By the way, I'm back now, and the system is still not random? The efficiency of this work is too low. It wasn't like this before..." Zhang Ye murmured, got up, and went to the bathroom first.

Just after draining the water, I lifted it with my hand and shook it.

Ding dong——

As soon as I finished complaining, a notification tone came from my phone.

Zhang Ye took out his phone immediately and looked at the screen.

It was a message from the Last Wish APP.

AJ--

"A new order-taking world has begun, and the world that will be opened this time is - [Historical Plane].

"Host, please be prepared. [Historical Plane Last Wish Company] is under construction. This system will transport the host to the newly opened [Historical Plane] in 24 hours. The specific transmission address will be determined according to the order.

Looking at the messages on his phone, Zhang Ye was stunned for a long time.

"History...plane? What the heck, are you doing history all of a sudden? Who are you holding a funeral for? Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, or historical celebrities?"

"Those famous people in history have very high standards. They either seek to become immortals, seek world unity, or become saints. This... no wonder the things in the system mall are

Not even raised to a higher level

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. I still don't know who will be the first to place an order."

"However, if I just go to the historical plane to have a look, I might be able to recruit a few capable people, and I will save myself the trouble in the future."

While thinking about it, Zhang Ye held it in one hand and wrapped it around his waist, frowning.

A few hours later.

As night falls, the stars decorate the dim sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the earth.

Huaxia, Beijing, the Archaeological Research Institute where Li Mu works....

A black off-road vehicle drove into the research institute at extremely fast speeds.

The car just stopped.

Li Mu then carefully walked out of the car holding a large box.

In the hospital, a group of scientific researchers in white coats have long been waiting.

Seeing Li Mu coming back, everyone immediately surrounded him.

"Leave me alone, be careful! Everyone, keep an eye on me. If anyone accidentally touches the box in my hand, get out of here immediately!" Li Mu followed the treasure, hugging the box tightly and not letting anyone get close.

Just like that, surrounded by a group of scientific researchers, Li Mu carried the box and walked into the laboratory of the institute.

Come to the laboratory.

Place the box on the table very carefully.

The eyes of everyone around were focused on the box, and the expressions on their faces were extremely curious.

On the side, someone has already prepared utensils.

Under everyone's gaze, Li Mu opened the box and slowly took out the evil-killing sword inside.

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Under the illumination of the lights, a cold light suddenly appeared, and there seemed to be a sword whistle ringing in everyone's ears.

The Tianshi Sword Spike, a five-link sword hilt design, and an evil-slaying sword emitting cold light appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, everyone's faces showed surprise, excitement, and excitement, but more importantly, they were still looking forward to it.

"This is the evil-killing sword!"

“My God, it’s so well preserved!”

"More than two thousand years! That's more than two thousand years! It's really rare that it can be preserved so well!"

“It’s not only rare, it’s simply unique!”

"Yes, yes, it's unique! Absolutely unique!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were as if they were embedded in the evil-slaying sword, and they couldn't look away.

I don't blame them either.

After all, this sword spanned more than two thousand years of history and was still so well-preserved. There was basically no rust or traces of age erosion visible on the surface of the sword.

This in itself is a very magical thing.

As archaeologists, they deal with cultural relics all day long, and seeing cultural relics is like seeing relatives.

This feeling is not something ordinary people can understand.

When they got Professor Li and were about to bring back the "New Evil Sword" that had been lost for many years for appraisal.

Everyone was so excited that they actively asked to work overtime just to participate in the appraisal.

"Stop looking! Get moving!" Li Mu shouted.

Immediately, everyone around them went to their respective work stations and made preparations.

When they thought that they would be able to appraise the Evil-Slaying Sword soon, they were extremely excited.

Soon, under the leadership of Li Mu, the entire laboratory became busy. Everyone was as energetic as if they were on stimulants.

A night of silence.

In the blink of an eye, the night faded, and a touch of fish belly white appeared in the eastern sky.

Beijing, General Administration of State Security.

Fangzheng woke up early, had breakfast and then went to the office.

Looking at the funeral information prepared by Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu on the desk, Fang Zheng couldn't help but rub his forehead with a headache.

This funeral... is really a headache.

The main problem is that this funeral is too mysterious. It includes an evil-slaying sword, an ascending sword, and finally a whole ascending gate.

If this was posted on the Internet, people who didn’t know it would think it was a novel.

But this thing happened in front of their own eyes, and they still had to believe it.

It's fine now, I don't even know how to investigate.

Even a small breakthrough cannot be found.

Jingle Bell

At this moment.

The landline phone on the desk rang.

Fang Zheng rubbed his eyebrows and answered the phone.

Not waiting for him to speak.

Li Mu's urgent and panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Old Fang, the evil-killing sword is missing! It disappeared inside the research institute!".