At the moment when she ended the ordinary greetings and entered the mode of business, Yi Cheng really felt that the person in front of her was not as casual as she seemed on the outside, and what she held in her hands was a great power that determined a person's life and death.

Subconsciously sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, with his hands on his knees, as if he had just walked out of college to attend a company interview, Yi Cheng cautiously spoke.

"So, about the ...... of the resurrection places"

"I see, is that what you're here for?"

While Yi Cheng was adjusting his posture, he also combed his messy hair by the way, and after pulling the messy hair behind his ears and putting on myopic glasses that were not decorative but really inlaid with thick lenses, Yan Luo suddenly gave people a stunning sense of déjà vu.

Despite this, the words that came out of her mouth still made Yi Cheng feel quite a lot of pressure.

"I remember that this year's quota for the resurrection quota with the Savior Management Office was negotiated as early as the beginning of the year, and it was determined that this was the maximum number, and both parties also signed the agreement on the memorandum, and you ......"

After quickly digging through a few documents from the side of the table and writing and drawing on them with a pen, Yan Luo raised her head and glanced at Yi Cheng.

"Would you like to consider going to hell first? If you go now...... I'll give you a discount. ”

“…… So you still have to charge for your tongue pulling project! ”

All right...... After all, judging from everything I have seen and heard so far, this so-called "underworld" does not look like a serious unit or organization, but rather ...... It's more like a fortune teller under the overpass who sells fake medicines by the way?

"You think, you had to pay so much money to pull out a tooth when you were alive, so isn't it natural to charge for tongue extraction?"

“…… Is the money burned to you or converted into incense and lamp oil? ”

"Don't make a fuss, okay."

Yan Luo glanced at Yi Cheng angrily.

"We only accept real money here, the kind that can be circulated in the market, oh yes, now we only accept soft sister coins, don't fool people with any VND or Zimbabwean currency."

“…… So when people are dead, who will carry real money on them! ”

"Then it depends on whether your relatives, friends, colleagues and your relationship are iron-clad - we also have a dream business here, the first free trial, and then two half-price charges, of course, provided that you can get money from above......"

“……”

So Yi Cheng expressed his attitude very directly with his actions.

"Hey, why are you going?"

"Back to the top!"

It's obvious now, although I don't know if it's a strange illusion, or if it's ...... By the way, probably from the beginning, whether it was the end of the world or what happened after that, it was just a dream!

“…… Okay, okay, well, I know that while you seem calm, you're actually pretty much the same as someone who doesn't want to believe you're dead. ”

Seeing that someone was determined to leave, Yan Luo had no choice but to clap her hands, so the two bull-headed royal sisters who came out of nowhere pressed Yi Cheng back to the table in such a stiff way.

"Do you still think it's a dream?"

“…… Shhh ”

Although he has a graceful figure, but in fact, his strength is really like a cow, under the service of such two "bull heads", Yi Cheng is still aching in the joints of his two arms, and this pain seems to prove that he is really not dreaming now.

"And yet...... Will a dead person hurt without a body? ”

"Of course, after all, in a sense, whether it is the body or the soul, its essence is a kind of energy."

Probably seeing that he couldn't solve the trouble caused by Yi Cheng for a while, Yan Luo, who had planned to talk while working, simply put down the pen in his hand.

"Since it is energy, there must be ways to interfere with it, including pain and other sensations, which are actually just a manifestation of energy being restrained or released after being interfered with......"

Speaking of this, Yan Luo deliberately paused for a moment, and then tapped the tip of her finger twice on the table to signal someone to concentrate.

"Maybe you don't understand what I'm saying, so I'll give you an example......"

"Take me as an example?"

"Yes, yes......"

I don't know who copied whose mantra, and after quickly nodding three times in the way of pecking rice with a chicken, Yan Luo finally got to the point.

"The protagonist, in our cognition, is usually the most important means of energy interference in the real world."

“…… Ha? ”

Although the subject-verb-object-definite complement is present in the above sentence, when the useless parts of the sentence are removed, the shortest and most direct meaning obtained is......

"I ...... Is it the means? ”

"I don't know if you're the means, but since the beginning of history, all those who have borne the name of 'protagonist', they ...... All of them are 'means' to interfere with the 'energy' of this planet. ”

Well, it was still the same method as before, Yi Cheng also clearly felt the words highlighted in quotation marks in his consciousness this time, and because of this, he finally began to understand what Yan Luo meant.

"Energy...... It means that the people on this planet have other things, and the means are ...... Is it the way in which the protagonist himself changes these people or things? ”

"Although there are still some subtle differences, the general meaning is pretty much the same—congratulations, you've graduated from Yan Luo's elementary class!"

Symbolically slapped his slap twice, and then crossed his ten fingers on his chin, and Yan Luo's thick lenses also radiated a wise light.

"So, are you going to cut your tongue first, or ...... Cut something else? ”

"Isn't that back to the beginning?"

“……”

Obviously, he has been trying to understand and communicate the other party's intentions, but every time he has to return to the strange starting point, Yi Cheng's remaining patience is also worn out little by little.

"Listen, I don't care if you're Yan Luo or anyone else, I don't care if it's an underworld or somewhere else......

While trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible, Yi Cheng stood up and walked to the table, pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked at Yan Luo's eyes behind him through the two spectacle lenses1.

"All in all! I need now, a resurrection place that can bring me back to life! Because! This planet is still waiting for me to save! ”

“…… You can pull it down. ”

Unexpectedly, his speech, which was full of a sense of mission and responsibility, attracted Yan Luo's disapproving sneer.

"Let's not talk about the resurrection quota, do you think...... This time the end of the world, is it something that you, the 'protagonist', can interfere with? ”