God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 56

"You mean someone defeated the martial arts gym in Pisces City by himself?"

A sturdy man looked at the document in his hand and frowned.

"Is it some kind of genius in the family?" He looked at the old man in front of the door, "Anyway, submit the quota, these materials are no problem."

He put down the document in his hand and turned around.

"But my lord, if this happens, will it affect the martial arts conference?"

The old man had a hesitant look on his face, if something went wrong in the Martial Arts Conference, he couldn't bear such responsibility.

"It doesn't matter, just do as I say." The man waved his hand, looking a little tired.

The lights on the ceiling glowed slightly, making it a bit dazzling in the room. Several moths were lying on it, and shadows were reflected on the walls.

"Then I'll take my leave first." The old man lowered his head slightly, and then retreated, leaving the man alone in the room.

He picked up a pen in his hand and wrote something on the paper, but after writing it several times, he found that it was not good, so he crumpled it up and threw it in the trash can.

The moths on the light bulb made people feel a little upset. He picked up a piece of paper in his hand, and just tossed it lightly, and the paper quickly spun and scratched the moth, but did not hurt the light bulb.

The light shone on the paper again, but the man was still unable to write, and his expression was a little bored.

I didn't expect that kid from the Xuanwu family to do such a thing for himself, which is really a headache.

As the president of the Martial Arts Association in Pisces City, Tian Yuexiu was under a lot of pressure at this time, because in this case, there would be no need for the Martial Arts Trials in Pisces City.

As for the young man whose name was not mentioned by Tie Cheng, let him pay more attention. It must not be easy to defeat all the martial arts schools by one person.

After finishing writing something on the paper, Tian Yuexiu nodded with satisfaction, then folded it in half a few times and put it in the drawer.

Then a phone call was made, "Yes, it's me, I have something to say about this arrangement."

In the mist, above the small building.

A young man stood in it, looking around, looking very confused.

where is thisHow did he get to this place, isn't he already dead?

This young man was wearing a white robe, his face was like a peach blossom, and he looked like a gentleman.

He still remembered that because of a quarrel with the dudes from other mansions, they started fighting, and after his eyes went dark, he didn't know anything.

But judging from my inference, it should have passed away.

Looking at the name of the small building in front of him, "Santuchuan?" He was a little puzzled, there was a vast white mist around this place, and there was no sign of a river, how could it be called such a name, it was completely different from the scriptures .

But the young man thought about it and shook his head again. How could he take what he said in the story seriously? Could it be that anyone has seen the scene in the underworld?
Holding a folding fan in his hand, he walked to the wooden door, raised his hand, and wanted to knock on the door, but his hand stopped just as he was about to drop it. At this time, he hesitated again.

If you interrupt rashly, will you offend the owner of the house? To be able to build such a house in such a magical place must be an extraordinary person.

Just as he turned to leave, the door slowly opened.

"Nine Heavens Wu, come in now."

A misty sound came into Jiutian Wu's ears, which made him suddenly startled. Then he bowed his hand and said, "Then the villain is disturbing you."

After speaking, he walked in cautiously.

The first time Jiutian Wu saw the man with the golden mask standing in front of him, his eyes radiated a golden light, which shocked him again, and he didn't dare to say anything.

"Nine Heavens Wu, your life is not over yet, so your soul returns here, but what is your unfulfilled wish?"

Zhang Chuan's eyes burst into light, staring straight at the young man who looked like a son in front of him.

"Excuse me, my lord, is this the Underworld?" His expression was full of fear, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Zhang Chuan looked at him quietly and said slowly, "You can call me Yan Jun."

"The villain does have a wish unfulfilled, I wonder if Lord Yan can send me back." Jiang lowered his body again, Jiutian Wu didn't even dare to raise his head.

"It's impossible to send you back. After coming here, there is no possibility of returning to the Yang world."

The cold voice reached Jiutian Wu's ears without emotion, making him feel cold.

"However, things are not absolute. If you are willing to pay some incense money, I can give you another possibility."

"Incense money?" Jiutian Wu looked a little confused when he heard this, "I can entrust the dream to the family members. I wonder how much I need to burn?"

Looking at the other party like this, he obviously misunderstood himself.

"It's not the incense money you mentioned, but the jade pendant on your waist."

I saw a piece of mutton-fat white jade tied to Jiutian Wu's golden belt. It was clear in color and looked like a priceless treasure.

"Excuse me, as long as I donate this item, can my wish be fulfilled?"

Untying the jade pendant from his waist, he held the jade pendant in both hands and handed it to Zhang Chuan.

With a flick of Zhang Chuan's sleeve, the jade pendant disappeared from Jiutian Wu's hands, which surprised him even more, and he believed it again in his heart.

"But that's not enough."

Jiutian Wu, who originally thought that things could be done, slowly sank again. He didn't have many valuables in his body now, and then he looked again, only this folding fan in his hand.

"Lord Yan Jun, I don't know if this golden silk sandalwood fan is feasible?"

The folding fan in his hand also disappeared, only the divine mansion in front of him seemed to be contemplative, and finally sighed.

"Forget it, I see that you are destined to me, and that's enough."

Jiutian Wu, who heard this, had a flash of excitement in his eyes, and was extremely grateful in his heart.

"Thank you Lord Yan Jun for your kindness!"

"It's okay, look at the items here, you can only choose the package within 500 million, and let me know when you choose."

The light curtain was displayed in front of Jiutian Wu. He had known about these divine methods before. Looking at it now, although he was a little surprised, he was a little more accustomed to it.

"What are these things, they are so mysterious."

Looking at the dazzling set meals above, Wu Jiutian was a little at a loss as to how to choose.

He actually thought about it for several hours, and even Zhang Chuan was a little impatient, before the other party finally made a decision.

"Lord Yan Jun, I have already selected the items above."

As Jiutian Wu's words fell, the light curtain turned into light spots, which slowly disappeared.

"In that case, just wait here."

A water mirror appeared in front of Jiutian Wu, the picture inside was his family, and there was a dark coffin in the courtyard, and the person inside was himself.

His face was very pale, and he couldn't close his competing eyes.

This feeling made Jiutian Wu who was sitting here feel a little novel.

(End of this chapter)