Chapter 737 Birth, Age, Sickness and Death

"Whoa——"

The dead man turned into a living horse!

A wild horse ran out of the funeral home and disappeared into the night.

Xu Qingfeng:......

He wanted to chase, but even if he used his powerful ninth-level war god ability, he couldn't catch up with Xue Meng!

He didn't have this ability, you know.

More importantly, Xu Qingfeng realized a terrifying thing!

He really met Xiaoyao!

Whether Xue Meng turned into a horse or not, and what he did after turning into a horse, were secondary.

The most important thing was the Taoist in front of him!

What should I do next? !

Countless thoughts flashed through Xu Qingfeng's mind, and he was stunned and dumbfounded.

The Taoist glanced at the mess on the ground and shook his head,

"Let's go."

Since there was no dead person, there was no need to perform a ritual.

No need to perform a ritual, it's time to go home and sleep.

Ying Erye followed the Taoist and winked at Xu Qingfeng frantically.

Xu Qingfeng was also desperate!

Xiaoyao came to perform a ritual. If there was no dead person, there would be no ritual.

What could Xu Qingfeng do?

Now he killed himself to help everyone? !

"Please stay!"

After Xu Qingfeng said this, his mind was still blank.

Luckily, Ying Erye had two brains after all, which turned faster than ordinary people. He continued,

"Do you have a dead person in your family who you want to perform a ritual for?"

Xu Qingfeng:......

With the public security in Nanjiang City, it would be difficult for Xu Qingfeng to find a dead person.

Although he didn't know what happened,

However,

Xu Qingfeng realized one thing. Xiaoyao treated him as an ordinary person and kept Ying Er by his side. He set up a stall during the day and performed rituals at night...

Is he short of money?

Xu Qingfeng stepped forward with a stiff face and said with a wry smile,

"You see, this...please come to perform a ritual at home, you have to show some money...travel expenses, yes, travel expenses!"

The Taoist shook his head and said, "Walk."

After his mind was opened, Xu Qingfeng's vision was instantly broadened.

"I don't want the travel expenses, but I have to accept the tea money."

In order to avoid the Taoist from refusing again, Xu Qingfeng picked up a teapot and poured it into Ying Erye's mouth.

"Gululu-Gululu-"

Ying Erye was confused and was filled with water, almost eating the teapot.

The Taoist was thoughtful.

Seeing that Xiaoyao did not refuse, Xu Qingfeng began to take out money, and placed more than 40,000 yuan in front of Ying Erye.

"That's all I have. I rented a coffin for Xue Meng for 3,000, bought a small box for 1,999, and 3,000 for funeral expenses. The rest is all here."

Ying Erye looked at Xiaoyao, "Third uncle, can you accept this money?"

Xiaoyao asked back,

"Is it worth the money for you to drink this pot of tea?"

Ying Erye's eyes lit up, and he nodded frantically,

"Worth it! It's worth it! I've never tasted such delicious tea in my life..."

Xu Qingfeng arranged the funeral for Xue Meng, and never thought that anyone would come. There was no arrangement of tea, snacks, etc.

The teapot was left by the previous family. It had been there for who knows how many days, and there were tiny protein flying objects in the tea leaves...

For this thing, Ying Erye could lie and say it was worth more than 40,000.

It can be seen that,

After spending a long time with Shura, even Ying Erye would be changed.

Xiaoyao nodded,

"Then accept it."

After that, he left with Ying Er.

This time, the ritual was not completed, but he earned more than 40,000 yuan when he left.

The Taoist walked in the dim light, and behind him, Ying Erye counted the money and muttered,

"Third uncle, let's move to a bigger house. That two-bedroom, one-living room house is too crowded for the three of us..."

Only Xu Qingfeng was left there, doubting his life.

After Xiaoyao left his sight, Xu Qingfeng came back to his senses and hurriedly called Boss Zhao.

"Boss Zhao! Boss Zhao!"

Xu Qingfeng told the other party his previous experience truthfully.

Zhao Qian was already numb...

Ying Er went crazy and met Xiaoyao...

Xue Meng pretended to be dead and met Xiaoyao...

So if there was nothing wrong with his brain, he couldn't refresh this task!

"Okay, I know!"

Zhao Qian hung up the phone and sighed.

He knew in his heart that this time, Ying Er, the madman, might really be right.

Only if you go through birth, aging, sickness and death like an ordinary person, will you have the chance to meet Xiaoyao...

"Birth, aging, sickness and death?!"

Zhao Qian's mind suddenly lit up, and he caught something.

As the second in command of the Wanwu Pavilion, Zhao Qian actually knows Xiaoyao very well.

After all, there are only a few people who have more contact with Xiaoyao on weekdays.

Zhao Qian is sure of one thing: Xiaoyao definitely did not come to the human world to take a look.

If he wants to see the human world, it doesn't matter where he sees it to Xiaoyao!

Is he here to take a walk in the human world?

Zhao Qian, who vaguely touched the truth, became clearer and clearer.

What is there in the human world?

Birth, aging, sickness and death.

Ying Er is sick, Xue Meng is death.

Birth, aging, and these two key points!

Zhao Qian quickly grabbed his mobile phone and started calling,

"Buy all the obstetrics and gynecology departments of all hospitals in Nanjiang City, as well as nursing homes and nursing communities..."

Zhao Qian felt that he would most likely meet his boss this time!

...

The next day.

A quarrel broke out in front of a hair transplant institution in Nanjiang City.

A middle-aged man was furious and swearing.

"Didn't you say you can do hair transplants? I've brought the toilet advertisements!"

The man had amazing bones, extraordinary looks, simple clothes, but was very generous.

He had only one request: a head of beautiful hair.

The hair transplant doctor was also very annoyed,

"I think you are looking for trouble!"

"You came here with a bald head for hair transplants, where can I get hair for you?"

The middle-aged man was angry, pointing at the position on his head and arguing,

"You say bald again! One three, nine nine, four four, they are all still alive and well, why do you say I am bald?!"

He Xie Wennan, roaming the abyss, invincible below the demon god, the human race's god of war.

What he hates most in his life is that others say he is bald!

The two sides sprayed each other passionately for half an hour before ending this peak game.

"Anger hurts the body, anger hurts the body..."

Xie Wennan walked on the street and comforted himself.

It hurts the body and makes hair fall easily.

In the past few days, he has been guarding near Nanjiang City, and yesterday he received a strange order.

Let Xie Wennan enter Nanjiang City and live like an ordinary person. Unless the human race is in a catastrophe, don't take action.

Life, Xie Wennan has no problem.

If he becomes an ordinary person, the thing he wants to do most is probably hair transplantation.

Because of his strong strength, his scalp has been trained to the strongest defense, and hair cannot grow at all.

Not to mention hair transplantation.

However,

Xie Wennan is determined to have hair transplantation...

He passed by a wig shop, walked in for some reason, and started to choose a wig.

At this time, a loudspeaker outside the door attracted Xie Wennan's attention.

In the loudspeaker, a sissy who seemed to be crazy shouted,

"Five yuan for fortune-telling, wedding and funeral services, we all do the work of Taoist priests, and we guarantee to cure all diseases..."

This voice sounded familiar.

What really moved Xie Wennan was that the other party said that it would cure all diseases!

This baldness...maybe it's a disease.

Xie Wennan hurried out and found a Taoist priest and a lunatic walking on the street.

He looked familiar with both of them, but couldn't recognize their true identities.

"Hiss——"

Bald Xie Wennan looked at the strange duo in front of him, with doubt in his eyes, and asked tentatively,

"Hello, Taoist priest, can you really grow hair?"