Chapter 547 First-Order Extraordinary

"Do you know why you were summoned to the underworld?"

An Mixiu bowed and replied, "You should be for the underworld."

Chen Luo smiled slightly, "That's right. If you were to be in charge of the underworld, what would you do?"

An Mixiu showed a look of shock on his face, and said incredulously, "Isn't the underworld your kingdom of God?"

An Mixiu didn't react for a while. When he was only 16 years old, he always thought that Chen Luo was just an envoy.

But with the passage of time, as he got older, he has come to understand that with the power shown by Chen Luo, how could it be as simple as a divine envoy.

An Mixiu had already decided that Chen Luo was the god of death, so the god statue of the Church of the Underworld God was gradually replaced by the image of Chen Luo back then.

But now Chen Luo asked him to control the underworld, which is the power of the god of death, and the supreme authority to master the law of reincarnation.

An Mixiu naturally wouldn't think that Chen Luo was joking again, he hurriedly knelt down again and said, "Your Majesty, this is your kingdom of God, how dare I have delusions."

Chen Luo stretched out his hand and pulled An Mixiu up again, and said with a smile, "You just need to answer me, how will you maintain the order of the underworld, and what kind of underworld will you choose to build?"

"Or, to make you a god of death, can you do it well?"

An Mixiu was shocked, he raised his head and looked at Chen Luo incredulously.

He never thought that he would hear such a question from Chen Luo.

Looking at Chen Luo with a faint smile on his face, he looked like he didn't care about anything in Carlo City back then.

An Mixiu reacted instantly, Chen Luo is by no means as simple as a god of death, and no god will give his position and kingdom to others so easily.

"Your Majesty, are you the creator?"

An Mixiu looked at Chen Luo with a look of shock on his face, and stammered and asked.

Apart from this answer, An Mixiu couldn't think of any other possibility.

Chen Luo laughed, "I can't remember the names of the God of Creation, the Creator, the Great Sage, and the Judgement Angel Lophis. You have seen the situation in the underworld just now. Now the God of Death is vacant, but The underworld is getting bigger and bigger, and the number of dead souls has begun to increase at a double rate. If this accumulation continues, the underworld will have trouble sooner or later.

I have too many things to deal with here, so I need you to ascend to the throne as quickly as possible. can you do it? "

An Mixiu's eyes instantly burst into hot rays of light. As if he had found the meaning of his existence again, he knelt down on the ground again excitedly, "Your Majesty, your oracle is everything!"

"Go, we should meet again soon."

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved.

The scene in front of An Mixiu suddenly changed again, and he had returned to the temple of the underworld.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Seeing An Mixiu kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face, the surrounding priests looked at each other, wondering what happened.

An Mixiu recalled the trip to the underworld just now, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, almost like a dream.

Could he be a god of death?

When An Mixiu thought of this, he immediately stood up and walked towards the depths of the temple, "All state affairs and academic affairs will be discussed and decided by the cardinal group. I want to retreat and practice, and I must not disturb it."

The surrounding underworld priests and attendants were stunned when they heard the words, but after An Mixiu finished speaking, the person had disappeared, and they could only bow in the direction of his disappearance.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Chen Luo left the underworld, he returned to reality.

Things in the Western Fantasy World are more urgent, and he has never cared about reality, so after solving it, he must first figure out what happened in the past ten years.

Chen Luo returned to the room and found the original mobile phone.

To Chen Luo's surprise, the phone could still be turned on and had a signal. He tried to dial Song Zhengxian's number.

Within a second of ringing, the call was connected.

"Yang, Mr. Yang!?"

Song Zhengxian's excited voice trembled.

"It's me." Chen Luo said with some doubts, "How can this phone and number still be used?"

"Although your mobile phone has been discontinued, I am afraid that if you come back and can't find me, I have prepared dozens of spares. Your phone number has also been greeted by the operator and will not be shut down."

Chen Luo finally understood that nothing in the apartment had changed, not even the position of the furniture.

This guy Song Zhengxian estimated that everything here was changed as it was. Not only did he ensure that the furniture was the same, but even the clothes in the wardrobe were prepared as they were.

No wonder ten years later, not only is there no dust here, but the furniture and clothes have been updated.

"Mr. Yang, are you in that apartment in Jiangcheng now?"

"Yes." After Chen Luo finished speaking, he continued to ask, "Can Jiangcheng's laboratory still be used?"

Song Zhengxian said without thinking, "Of course, that laboratory is now closed to the outside world, and we have gradually updated the experimental equipment inside over the years, and most of the equipment inside is much more advanced than what you used before. "

"I will send a list of materials to your mailbox, and you will prepare another and send it to the laboratory."

"Okay, okay."

After Song Zhengxian agreed again and again, he asked very politely, "Do you need anything else?"

"Let's do this first, I'll find you again if something happens."

"OK."

After Chen Luo hung up the phone, he was about to send the material of the facial simulator again.

Chen Luo now wants to go out and see the outside world, but his original face is too conspicuous, and he doesn't want to use hypnotism all the time, so he naturally has to prepare a facial simulator again.

Song Zhengxian's work efficiency was as fast as ever, and on the morning of the next day, he called Chen Luo to inform Chen Luo that the materials were ready.

When Chen Luo appeared in the laboratory, he saw Song Zhengxian himself, followed by several young people.

When Song Zhengxian saw Chen Luo, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he immediately walked up and said with admiration, "Mr. Yang, ten years have passed, and you still haven't changed at all."

Song Zhengxian's words are not flattering, but really surprised. Ten years later, Song Zhengxian is already fifty years old and looks a lot older.

But Chen Luo is exactly the same as ten years ago, not only younger, but also more powerful than ten years ago.

Chen Luo smiled, but looked at the young people behind Song Zhengxian.

Because they are staring at themselves, their eyes are full of curiosity and exploration.

These people were men and women, and they looked like they were in their early twenties. They were tall and straight, with bright eyes.

They have one thing in common, that is, a pride that radiates from their bones.

"It's interesting, it already has the strength of a first-order extraordinary."