Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 67: The First Emperor conferred Zen status on Mount Tai, the first in history!

Upon hearing this.

Fang Zheng, who was still a little confused at first, suddenly stood up from his office chair with a sudden start, his expression changed drastically.

"What? The Evil-Slaying Sword disappeared? Didn't you take it back for identification? How could it disappear!" Fang Zheng asked quickly, his tone urgent.

On the other end of the phone.

Li Mu was also obviously panicked: "I don't know how I disappeared..."

"After I brought the Evil-Slaying Sword back yesterday, I immediately summoned people to start the appraisal. In the middle of the night, the equipment accidentally broke, and then...then I had to suspend the appraisal."

"In the morning, I suddenly received news that the Evil Slaying Sword was missing..."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng was even more confused.

"Then... is it possible that someone stole it? Or maybe he accidentally put it somewhere and forgot..." Fang Zheng asked, with a look of surprise on his face.

Li Mu said firmly: "No one stole it. You know the security measures of my research institute. Moreover, I turned the entire research institute upside down and found no trace of the evil sword..." ...

Fang Zheng stood there in a daze, his pupils narrowed and his eyes widened, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The Evil-Slaying Sword has actually been lost, this is definitely a big deal...

"How could this be lost...I even sent someone to guard it in the early morning..."

"That's the evil-slaying sword... I obviously promised the old man to send the sword back... but it was lost in my hand..."

"I lost such an important thing. I deserve to die...I am simply a sinner..."

On the other end of the phone, Li Mu's annoyed and crying self-blame came.

Fang Zheng took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and comforted: "Don't blame yourself for now, I can't blame you, maybe... maybe the Evil Slaying Sword went back on its own. ...twenty two..."

To be honest, he didn't believe what Fang Zheng said himself.

It's obviously just a sword, but can it still grow its own legs and run away?

But now, other than this extremely outrageous statement, how else can we explain it?

The institute's security measures are absolutely trustworthy. It cannot be said that not even a fly can get in, but if someone wants to go in and steal something, it is absolutely impossible.

Moreover, no one would dare to have evil thoughts about something like a national treasure, including the Evil-Slaying Sword, and neither would the internal staff of the institute.

Things are strange...that's why it's strange.

After comforting him for a while, Fang Zheng finally persuaded Li Mu, who was about to collapse, to come back.

After hanging up the phone.

Fang Zheng put his hands on the table, and the expression on his face became more solemn.

The Evil-Slaying Sword...did it really have long legs and run away?

Master An Tian ascended with his sword... Mysterious Xuanqing Dojo... Taoist priests who claim to be cultivators...

Now the Evil-Slaying Sword has mysteriously disappeared again...

After this series of things happened.

Fang Zheng felt more and more that his feelings about the world were becoming more and more blurred, and he felt more and more that he knew less.

Is it possible that there are really places in this world that you cannot touch? Are there really areas that ordinary people cannot touch...

I thought about it for a while.

Fang Zheng picked up the landline phone and dialed a number.

Soon, the call was connected.

Fang Zheng said quickly: "Wang Hai, you and Zhao Haizhu, go to the Changsheng Temple again to see if the evil-killing sword is there.

On the phone, Wang Hai's confused voice came: "Evil-Slaying Sword? Mr. Fang, the Evil-Slaying Sword is not..."

"What nonsense! If I tell you to go, you go!" Fang Zheng shouted angrily before Wang Hai could finish speaking.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Sitting on the office chair, Fang Zheng had a heavy expression and complicated eyes. He looked at the white wall opposite and fell into deep contemplation.

the other side.

Fenglan City, Last Wish Company.

Zhang Ye looked at the "Evil Slaying Sword*1" placed in the system warehouse and smiled.

"This sword can come back on its own. Fortunately, it hasn't been taken away. Otherwise it would be a big loss." Sitting on the Grand Master's chair, he happily poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

Today, the store is closed and the company is "suspended".

the reason is simple.

There is less than half a day left before the 24-hour travel time mentioned by the system.

Although Zhang Ye had nothing to prepare, he got through it alone.

But he also wanted to take a good rest before going to the [Historical Plane] to take orders.

After all, I don’t know how long it will take to go there, I don’t know which historical plane I’m going to, let alone the local eating habits, lifestyle, etc., whether I can get used to it.

Shaking his head, Zhang Ye threw all these irrelevant questions behind him.

Take out your phone and open the Last Wish app.

Find the inventory.

Looking at the shining treasure box in the inventory, Zhang Ye's eyes brightened.

Previously, a random skill treasure chest had opened the "Stealth" skill.

Now he has two high-quality skill treasure boxes and five high-quality item boxes.

It's hard to say what good things can be seen from this.

While thinking about it, Zhang Ye pointed his finger at the five "treasure boxes of random high-quality items".

Once selected, all five premium item treasure chests will be opened directly.

Ding dong——

The treasure chest opens and a prompt sound comes.

"The host opens the treasure chest of random high-quality items and obtains: Ancient Language Proficiency Card*1."

"The host opened the treasure chest of random high-quality items and obtained: Mask*1."

"The host opens the treasure chest of random high-quality items and obtains: History Specialization Book 1."

"The host opens the treasure chest of random high-quality items and obtains: Rejuvenation Pill*1."

"The host opens a treasure chest of random high-quality items and obtains: Ten Thousand Realms Points*10,000.

Seeing these rewards, Zhang Ye was stunned, with a complicated expression on his face.

Is this something the system prepared because it knew he was going to the [Historical Plane] to take orders, so it was afraid that he would speak a different language and not be proficient in history?

This system is really considerate.

But what the hell are masks and the Rejuvenation Pill?

Damn it, who can use the Return of Light Pill? Only people who are about to die can use this.

But they are already dying, and I am in the funeral business. Why do I need this thing? To extend the life of my customers?

It’s so outrageous!

"Forget it, let's look at the skills." Zhang Ye looked at the random high-quality skill treasure chest with his electric light.

With a click of your finger, two skill treasure chests are opened at the same time.

Ding dong——

The beep sounded again.

"The host opens a random high-quality skill treasure chest and obtains a new skill: Impersonation.

"The host opens a random high-quality skill treasure chest and obtains a new skill: disgusting people."

"Pseudo Body Technique: The host can summon a false body that is identical to itself. The false body has the same body shape and appearance as the host. It can be controlled by the host at will. The false body cannot produce autonomous consciousness.

The prosthetic body can be placed anywhere at will. The prosthetic body lasts for two hours and can be used once every three days.

"The Art of Controlling People: The host can forcibly pull others under his control by activating the Art of Controlling People. The requirements for use are that the person needs to have basic trust in the host. Otherwise, the activation of this technique will be regarded as unsuccessful and can only be used by one person. Once, the cooling time of controlling people is 15 days.

Seeing these two skills, Zhang Ye's eyes widened at first and his breathing became a little short.

The coding is indeed a high-quality skill!

You can create a completely 1:1 fake body, and it cannot produce autonomous consciousness and is completely controlled by yourself.

Although it only lasts for two hours, if used well, this is definitely a powerful tool!

Paired with the "stealth" skill, it is simply one of my trump cards!

There is also the art of controlling people. As long as someone has basic trust in you, you can use it on them and let them join your subordinates and become your own.

This is simply a must-have skill for the 25-year-old!

Through the last time, when I met the two mysterious men in black at the train station, and then when I met those two men at the funeral of Mr. Anpingjie [Zhang Ye has been thinking hard about what will happen in the future.

Obviously, the three funerals he held have attracted the attention of the higher-ups. It is very likely that a very high-level person is investigating these three funerals.

Judging from time, some clues may have been discovered.

Although in a short period of time, you may not be able to find it here.

After all, every funeral he holds can be said to be flawless.

Except for the client who knows that he is behind the scenes and planning everything, no one else knows this.

But there is no absolutely perfect crime in the world. No matter how clever you are and how well you hide it, you will be discovered one day.

The "stealth" skill is easy to use. Use it once a day and make everyone you come into contact with forget your existence.

But once there is an emergency, relying solely on "concealment" skills will not work.

But now, with the "Impersonation Technique" and the "Man Controlling Technique", I can avoid investigation and continue to hide behind the scenes, and the possibility of not being caught is even greater.

"The system is awesome. It has something good. It's pretty good. I'm very satisfied with these two skills." Zhang Ye stared at the system interface for a long time.

Then, I happily made myself a pot of Dahongpao, sat on the Taishi chair, quietly feeling the passage of time, and looking forward to the end of the 24 hours in my heart.

After the 24 hours have passed, I will go to the [Historical Plane] to help those historical figures appear in front of others.

When Zhang Ye thought about being able to interact with historical figures, he felt not only nervous but also excited.

at the same time.

In July, the thirty-seventh year of Qin Dynasty. (210 BC.)

Taishan County, at the foot of Mount Tai.

The heat is scorching, the sun hangs high in the sky, and the hot atmosphere fills the entire space.

roll

Tap tap tap

Blah blah blah

The sound of carriages, footsteps, and the sound of armor swinging sounded one after another.

In front of them, two soldiers wearing black armor, holding high a black flag with the word "win", with cold faces and heavy aura exuded from their bodies.

Behind him were dozens of soldiers wearing black armor, with the same cold faces and heavy aura.

After that, there was a long team of military doctors.

The first carriage was pulled by four snow-white BMWs. One of the horses had a plain (dao) on its head and a flag with the word "win" hanging on it.

The body is made of wood, and there is a tall umbrella on the body, which can be used for sunshade and dust protection.

But in actual use, this umbrella is an advanced "defense and protection tool."

The umbrella is detachable, the umbrella surface is used to resist arrow fletching attacks, and the umbrella handle is a slender spear.

This is a chariot that clears the way before buying.

After standing up the car.

It was a carriage, also pulled by four horses. The carriage was very long and wide, with windows on all sides. People could lie down in it, rest inside, or sit in it and look through the carriage. The window looks out at the scenery.

After the carriage was installed, there were two carriages, a long carriage team, and a team of entourage that could not be seen beyond the horizon.

At this time, next to the car, there was a middle-aged man wearing a mountain crown and a green robe, with a slightly older face but no beard. He had a flattering look on his face and a treacherous look in his eyebrows.

"Zhao Aiqing, where are you going? Have you ever reached the foot of Mount Tai?"

Inside the carriage, an old, majestic, but feeble voice came out. .