Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

Chapter 380

After confirming again and again, Jiang Chen really had no interest in the possibility of being crowned king.

Uncle Wei was a little surprised: "You are so young, but you can resist such temptation. You may achieve something in the future!"

Jiang Chen threw peanuts into his mouth: "You are not simple. You drank fake wine for a long time and didn't eat a single peanut. Next time when the whole village has a meal, you must have a seat!"

It seems that he has become accustomed to his irritating thinking.

Uncle Wei sneered and slapped Jiang Chen on the other shoulder. He couldn't dodge and could only watch a greasy handprint on his clothes.

"Oh my god!"

"Old Wei, if you keep doing this, I'll be angry with you!"

"You're angry with an old man who's going to be buried tomorrow morning? Do you have any shame?"

"What's wrong with being buried soon? Don't force me to dig your grave!"

"Don't force me to beat you up..."

"..."

An old man and a young man, drinking fake wine, chatting casually.

During this time, Uncle Wei also warned Jiang Chen that many things in this world are taboo, and perhaps the demise of Beidou was doomed from the beginning.

These titles are too big, and they were not something they could afford in the past.

The entire Beidou is actually a group of evil people, with tough personalities, flexible minds, and amazing talents. Each of them is no worse than the descendants of Chujiang King.

I don't know where Pojun collected so many talents back then.

If they could live to this day, they would all be famous masters, and at the very least, they would be grandmasters.

However, the entire Beidou team was almost wiped out.

The only survivor may have relied on his relationship with the King of Chujiang to save his life.

As for Uncle Wei himself, he was already a dead man.

After listening to this, Jiang Chen thought for a moment and changed his online name to "Dreamland, Fengdu, Lonely Land...Mourner".

He wanted to try how big this cause and effect could be.

Uncle Wei looked at him and took a breath. Did you get your life from a scratch lottery? You don't take it seriously?

...

It was late at night, and the bustling city fell into silence.

The high temperature of the day had faded away long before midnight. At three o'clock in the morning in the autumn, there was an unspeakable chill.

In the security room.

The wine was finished, the peanuts were empty, and the two people's chatterboxes seemed to be empty. They just sat there quietly, smoking one cigarette after another.

For a long time.

The empty cigarette box was thrown on the ground.

"I've finished my cigarette, Jiang, you've seen me off for the last time. I have to walk the rest of the way by myself."

Grandpa Wei persuaded Jiang Chen to leave for the last time, and his attitude was very firm.

Jiang Chen was more resolute than him: "I've seen everything in my life, but I've never seen a dead person walk for the last time. Old Wei, you go your way, I'll watch the fun."

Grandpa Wei stood up, and there was a chilling coldness in his turbid eyes.

"This fun, but it will kill people!"

"People will always die when they are alive. Death is like the most solemn festival, blooming a gorgeous firework at the end of our lives. I like watching fireworks and celebrating festivals."

"You will be a philosopher in peacetime...the kind that is locked up in a mental hospital."

"That is the highest salute to philosophy."

Grandpa Wei stopped persuading him, and suddenly a terrifying pressure emanated from his body, his two eyes staring at the bed in front of him.

It was very quiet all around.

The subtle sounds under the bed also seemed clearer and more audible.

"Squeak... Squeak..."

It was like nails scratching on a wooden board.

"My time has come."

Grandpa Wei muttered, leaned down, and used both hands to tear open the bed board, revealing a vermilion coffin underneath.

It was engraved with strange and ancient patterns, and a yellow paper talisman was pasted on it. The cinnabar was bright red, and every stroke was natural, faintly revealing several different auras of majesty.

This was all Yama's tricks!

But even so, it couldn't suppress the evil corpse. The scratching sound of the nails was very small, but the penetration was very strong, and it drilled into Jiang Chen's ears, "crunching" and echoing non-stop.

He had a strong urge to tear off these talismans!

"No... no... no..."

Jiang Chen's face turned red little by little, as if he was trying his best to suppress himself, but his body was no longer obedient. He took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand directly.

At this time, Uncle Wei was about to carry the coffin. He looked back and frowned instantly.

He had a high opinion of Jiang Chen in his heart, and he never thought that he would be affected by the slight power leaked by the evil corpse under the heavy seal.

Seeing that Jiang Chen had already reached out to touch a talisman.

Uncle Wei's eyes darkened and he was about to take action.

The next moment, the fire of nothingness ignited.

The color of the talisman became a few degrees darker., the bright red strokes on it turned dark red, and the force of suppression instantly became stronger.

A roar sounded faintly in the coffin.

The scratching sound disappeared.

Uncle Wei was stunned and looked at Jiang Chen in shock.

Jiang Chen retracted his hand and smiled: "Haha, this talisman is too rough. I was itching to practice for a while, so I practiced it casually. Old Wei, remember to pay me the wages later. It's not much, just one million underworld points."

Uncle Wei looked at the talisman again and opened his mouth. This is the talisman written by the coroner Wang himself, rough?

"Good boy..."

"If I can survive, I will pay you the price you said!"

He shook his head and continued to carry the coffin on his body.

Although Jiang Chen could help suppress the coffin for a longer time, it was meaningless. It was just like drinking poison to quench thirst.

If you want to suppress the evil corpse for a longer time, any Yama can do it.

But if he continued to wait, the evil corpse would reach a point where Uncle Wei could no longer resist, and he would lose the last hope of becoming king!

The old man carried the coffin.

And himself in the coffin.

He walked out step by step, without waking anyone up. In this early morning with a hint of coolness, he left alone to survive his tribulation.

He walked out of the gate of Hades.

A cold wind blew.

Several figures appeared in front.

"Old Wei, is this really the case?" Sun Zhengwen said with a complicated expression.

"My master said that the Soul-Suppressing Coffin cannot be moved lightly. It carries the suppressing power of several kings. Even a grandmaster will be exhausted if he wants to carry it out of the city!"

"Will you still have the strength to kill the evil corpse later?"

Uncle Wei did not stop, but just shook his head.

"Don't worry about me, this place is too noisy. I want to find a quiet place to survive. Is that not okay?"

"Old Wei, the whole Jiangbei Branch is willing to survive this disaster with you!"

Sun Zhengwen said seriously.

"Xiao Sun, you have been the director for a long time, and you have also played the bureaucratic tricks, right? You say you are willing, so the others are willing? Who do you represent?" Old Wei changed his usual kindness and became a little arrogant.

"I am willing, Uncle Wei." Chu Hanyue said.

"Uncle Wei, I am willing too." Luo Ji said with a smile, his face firm.

"Don't look at me, old man, I am just here to help! If the situation is not right, I will run away!" Daoxuan waved his hand.

"I am just here to watch the fun." Jiang Chen strolled leisurely, looking very relaxed.

Among the big guys present, he, a master, seemed a little abrupt.