God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 3 Situ Huang

Nebula Continent, in the forest.

An old man with stubble on his face, blurred eyes, and a thin body is sitting on a branch with his back against the trunk.

Picking up the gourd, pouring a sip of wine into his mouth, he couldn't help admiring, "This Qianjinzui is indeed the signature of Yueming Tower. It's hard to buy a thousand pieces of wine, so cool!"

A few drops of wine fell down, but in the blink of an eye, the gourd caught the spilled wine steadily, without a drop leaking out.

This Qianjinzui is just like its name, a drop of gold, not only that, if you don't have some means, you can't buy it, it is a famous wine exclusively for the rich and powerful.

The aroma of the wine overflowed, and the surrounding birds were also dazed by the scent, flapped their wings a few times and landed on the ground.

A burst of footsteps came from afar, and a soft voice sounded.

"Situ Huang, you borrowed so much money from Zhan Xing Lou, should you pay back the money as agreed?"

Several masked men in black, armed with big knives, surrounded the tree.A "female" in a wedding dress slowly walked over and looked at Situ Huang on the tree.

"Wait a minute, I will definitely pay back the money in a few months, don't you worry about me?" Situ Huang covered the wine bottle, hiccupped, and looked drunkenly at the "woman" below.

"Hmph, how many months? You haven't paid back the money for almost a few years. If you didn't have the strength of a master, you would have been beaten to death. If it weren't for me, do you think you can borrow so much money?" The winking eyes flew towards Situ Huang, making him shiver all over.

"Repay, definitely repay, when I have money." The "woman" below is also a master, and is famous in the heaven list, but this time it seems that she has been asked to collect debts.

"It's not impossible for you not to pay back the money. I can even give you more money, but..."

"But what?" Hearing the first half of the sentence, Situ Huang's eyes suddenly lit up, but the "but" made him have a bad premonition, swallowed his saliva, and looked at her eagerly.

"But you want to marry me." She smiled charmingly, like a little girl in love, her face painted like a ripe apple.

"What! Dongfang Yun, are you kidding, I don't have the habit of Longyang!"

Situ Huang was startled and his eyes widened as he looked at Dongfang Yun in disbelief. Those words scared him awake.

"A joke? Do you think I'm here to make fun of you by wearing a wedding dress?"

Dongfang Yun's eyes flashed coldly, his indifferent expression was like a piece of ice, and he stared at Situ Huang with murderous intent, "Either pay back the money immediately, or marry me, you choose one now."

"I won't choose either one." Situ Huang suddenly kicked off the branch and ran towards the distance.

"Chasing! People want to live!" With an order, all the black clothes around him chased after him.

After evading a few hidden weapons, those men in black with the lowest innate strength, it seems that this time it was a waste of money.Innate warriors are not elite in any faction. If they are in some small forces, it is not a problem to sit on one side.

A huge iron chain net was spread towards him. He pulled out the long sword from behind, and a burst of sparks came from the sword blade.

Such a hard material, is it made of meteorites?Seeing that his long sword did not cut off the iron net, he changed his steps and used his exquisite body skills to dodge in a narrow way.

His long sword is made of meteorite iron. If there is anything in the world that can cut continuously, it is probably only meteorite iron made of the same material.

"Don't struggle anymore, why don't you go back with me obediently? Then I can buy you as much money as you want~~"

Situ Huang swatted away several men in black who were swinging long knives at him. Hearing this, Situ Huang was a little shaken, but in just a moment, he was restrained by Dongfang Yun.

Dongfang Yun's nimble hands controlled countless embroidery needles and wrapped them around Situ Huang. In the blink of an eye, he wrapped them into a big rice dumpling.

Fell into a trap!He exerted all his strength, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. He could only look at Dongfang Yun who was walking towards him with a smile in surprise.

"I specially made this with Beiming Bingsi, even a master can bind it."

She explained slowly, brushing Situ Huang's thin face with her tender and smooth palm, and looked at him with a smile.

The "woman" in front of her has a peach-shaped face, silky eyes, creamy skin, and long hair reaching her waist. She is such a peerless beauty. If she were not a man, he would have already followed her.

"Dongfang Yun, you and I have known each other for hundreds of years, is that really the case? Do you still remember the oath we made under the peach tree?"

I saw Situ Huang looking sad, with tears glistening in his eyes, as if he would cry in the next moment.

"Of course I remember. I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. I want to be a good brother for life."

Like reminiscing, Dongfang Yun looked at the sunset in the distance, which was their lost youth.

However, this was already hundreds of years ago. The sun and the stars have changed, the mountains and rivers have changed, things have changed, many things have changed, even her.

Her heart has undergone a change in the wash of time, and the only thing that remains unchanged is Situ Huang in front of her.

He is still the same him, so wanton, so free and unrestrained, and he is also the person she yearns for and admires the most, and he was like this when she was young.

"Yeah, we still have that past," Dongfang Yun muttered to himself, stroking Situ Huang's hand, as if confirming the traces of his past.

"Then can you let me go?" Situ Huang, whose eyes lit up and smiled, looked at her cautiously.

"Brother and being your wife, the two don't conflict."

Hearing this, Situ Huang's face was ashen, his originally thin cheeks became a little older, his body was hunched, and he asked her weakly, "Is it still worth buying a thousand gold drunk?"

"Of course it counts. Now Huang Lang will go back with me to get married. During the banquet, you can drink as much Qian Jin Zui as you want."

With vermilion lips slightly parted, white teeth slightly exposed, walking in front, Dongfang Yunna, who was pulling the iron chain, looked back and smiled, making his breathing suddenly choked.

After hinting to himself a few times, he suppressed the hotness.

Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew over, and the letter tied to his feet slowly floated down.

The people around him didn't seem to notice, which made him feel a little strange. As he breathed, the rolled letter unfolded in front of him.

[Congratulations, Your Excellency, you have been selected as the undertaker. If you agree, you can get a rich reward. Would you like to accept it? 】

The letter paper was floating in front of him like this, floating forward as he moved, which made him a little surprised. Could it be that someone else was teasing him?
But the only one who can fool himself is the Martial Saint who is above the high hall.

But where the consciousness passed by, there was no other person's aura. Dongfang Yun in front of him felt the consciousness sweeping over his body, and looked back at him. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he turned his head again.

"I accept." There is no other way now, even if I agree, is there anything worse than now? Maybe if there is really an expert on the side, seeing that I cooperate so much, maybe it is not impossible to save myself happily.

White light flashed, and Situ Huang's body disappeared without a trace, but no one around noticed it, as if the world had been suspended.

(End of this chapter)