The 330 hearse was silent.

The two people who called each other the Great Emperor looked at each other with a wry smile, and after a long time, King Qin Guang said.

"Time flies, two thousand years have passed, Kunlun is buried, mountains and seas collapse, gods and Buddhas die together, life and death are still the same, only you and I are still here..."

Zhang Guifang also showed a rare sad look.

"What's the use, the emperor is not easy to do, especially the emperor of the light pole, only to get drunk and watch Kyushu every day..."

"What's wrong with the bare pole, I have a lot of subordinates, but I am also worried every day, I don't even dare to drink, and my life is like a year." King Qin Guang interrupted.

Wang Yue was ignorant when he heard it.

The painting style of the two bigwigs is wrong.,This style is like the two old men who don't lift their minds.,It's so heavy.。

And what are you talking about, gods and Buddhas died together, drunk watching Kyushu...

I am also very worried, living like a year, preventing thieves~

"Is it okay?" Zhang Guifang asked.

King Qin Guang nodded.

"It's been fine, it's not been good lately, it's almost gone, and I'm shocked to sweat all over my body~"

After answering Zhang Guifang, King Qin Guang also asked, "Is it okay?" ”

Zhang Guifang shook her head with a wry smile, "It's always been good, but recently the opposite side has been too fierce, I'm going to be squeezed dry, and I even have to borrow a broom to fly..."

Belch~

Wang Yue was stunned, and instinctively felt that these two were very important.

But what the hell are these two things?

At this moment, King Qin Guang looked at Wang Yue and asked solemnly.

"Wang Yue, let me ask you, is the soul of the Ninth Generations of Wicked still there?"

"Not there." Wang Yue replied very cheerfully.

Now, if you want to hide it, you can't hide it, so it's better to admit it generously.

King Qin Guang almost turned his back in anger, staring at Wang Yue with his big eyes and pointing at him, unable to say a word.

"Old Qin, forget it, maybe only the old ghost is right!" Zhang Guifang persuaded.

Contrary to Wang Yue's expectations, King Qin Guang seemed to acquiesce to the facts after postponing the meeting, and immediately said to Wang Yue.

"I don't care about your pot, but don't forget what you promised me, all the 35 anti-kings of the underworld will be handed over to you, and I won't send a single soldier for you."

As soon as the words fell, a soft sound sounded in Wang Yue's head.

【Ding! Detected faction mission, maintain the stability of the underworld, and kill 35 anti-kings, do you accept? 】

Accept!

Picking up grass and beating rabbits, he had promised King Qin Guang, how could there be any reason not to accept it.

【Ding! The host is tasked with maintaining the stability of the underworld for a period of 2 years.

The task reward is worth 1,000,000 merits.

Note: Each ghost that kills an opposing faction will be rewarded with faction reputation and merit points, 1 point for each D-level ghost, 5 points for each C-level ghost, 10 points for each B-level ghost, 100 points for each A-level ghost, 1000 points for each S-level ghost, and 1000 points for SS-level ghost...]

Ness~

35 ghost kings, hundreds of millions of ghost things, how much merit is this!

In the face of this rich reward, Wang Yue was already a little nervous.

Facts have proved that the original choice was not wrong, all must be the royal road of harmony and love, so there are so many points to be gained.

"No problem, that's it."

Wang Yue's answer was unusually crisp, which made King Qin Guang and Zhang Guifang feel unreal.

A cold wind blew, and Wang Yue woke up.

He was still a little confused, feeling like a dream, until he saw the system task, and then he knew that everything just now was true.

Although he took on a very tempting task, the mystery in it also made Wang Yue frown.

His intuition told him that what King Qin Guang and Zhang Guifang said was buried with great secrets.

Looking left and right, Zhang Guifang was not found, and Wang Yue couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

At this moment, there was a loud shout from ahead.

"Wang Yue, I see that you have the posture of a great emperor, you have a good life to cultivate, and the future can be expected."

The voice is ethereal with vastness, and it seems to resound in Kyushu, born from the bottom of my heart.

330 quickly rose as the voice soared, and in a moment it was a hundred meters in the air, and disappeared in an instant.

The people in the car all looked at Wang Yue in confusion, and the live broadcast room exploded again.

"My Nima, is this the voice of Hades, why do I think the voice is coming from the window?"

"There's a yarn outside the window, I just muted it, but I still heard the sound."

"I'm hanging, what's going on, I'm born deaf and dumb, but why do I hear voices?"

"It's all rough, the point is what the king of Hades said, he said that Brother Hua has the posture of an emperor, is this reliable?"

"Meow, the king of Hades is not the emperor, why is this so similar to the roadside exercises?"

"Do all those useless, don't you understand this thing, the king of Hades came to trouble Brother Hua, but he didn't make a move, in order to save face, he deliberately said such a sentence~"

"It makes sense, Brother Hua scared away King Qin Guang, the real king of Hades~"

"Thanks to Brother Hua, I won, a pack of spicy strips multiplied fivefold, Ollie gave..."

The car moved forward, but Wang Yue scolded fiercely in his heart.

Your sister the Emperor~

The next day, in Jiaolongling, Zishi, Zheng Hongshi's burial ceremony was officially carried out.

Smooth sailing, no corpses and supernatural beings.

The wicked man of the ninth generation has no soul, and he is also a puddle of rotten meat, and the rituals are just a few poor and exquisite.

For this exquisiteness, Wei Hongyan's mother and son prepared a lot.

A professional mourning team of 100 people was invited, from the centenarian to the newborn baby, which is very complete.

For a while, the cry was thunderous, and the sound shook the sky, so that Wang Yue was a little worried, for fear that the dragon vein would be scared away by this cry.

Not only the mourning team, but also the coffin and the coffin are also quite powerful.

Kowloon pulling the coffin.

Nine 222-pound strong men belonging to the dragon came together and carried the 3,000-pound copper coffin into the tomb.

Buried and cultivated, the 100-person suona team was launched, and the person who took the lead was also amazing, it was the three-handed rose that has become popular recently.

"The east is not bright and the west is bright, I am sad when the sun is exhausted, I am not busy the night before and busy after the night, I dream of gold after I dream of yellow sorghum... A Chinese Ghost Story owes a debt to a woman, and she is innocent overnight..."

The voice of the male duck under the loud speaker, with hundreds of suona, is absolutely penetrating.

There is a high-pitched suona of the three-handed rose team, and there is no idle below, hundreds of monks are sitting on the ground, their lips are squirming, and Sanskrit sounds are everywhere.

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dortagada Night, Dortagada Night..."

Belch~

There is a lot of strength in people, and hundreds of monks are not vegetarians, and this buzzing sound is comparable to tens of thousands of flies hovering in their ears.

For a moment, the bass area was completely occupied by the hum of the Sutra.

On such a complicated day, Wang Yue patiently presided over it.

An old man with a white beard suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Wang Yue, are you sure you want to use the dragon vein to bury people?" As he spoke, he looked at Zheng Chenghe, who was kneeling on his side.

"Even if he doesn't have the right mind, he is also worthy of the fortune of the dragon vein?"

is right, eating soft rice is just lazy, but hooking up with your stepmother is morally corrupt.

Although the private life of the ancient emperor was chaotic, it was also after he ascended the throne, who was not cowering before ascending the throne, and a group of Gou ~

Wang Yue let out a sigh of relief, he didn't have anything to say to this elusive and nosy old immortal, he just pouted towards the coffin.

Zhang Guifang frowned, and after a moment he looked up at the position due east, which was also the direction of the coffin.

Then he laughed.

"Boy, you're not simple, it's orthodox to sit in the north and face south, it's just right for you to sit in the west and face east, or the front is low and the back is high, this is to get the Zheng family away~"

Although the gods are unreliable, they can see it very clearly.

The dragon vein sits on the east and faces west, the front is low and the back is high, and the person is inclined to bury it, which is to bury the dragon and bury the person.

The dragon vein is not fake, and it is also true to seal the wife and shade, but the dragon is destined to not last long.

And the descendants will also be exiled, even if they can be called emperors, they are destined to be short-lived.

Wang Yue nodded, and then responded with a smile.

"Old immortal, don't you know, the Zheng family claims to be the descendants of the West, how can they not follow the example of their ancestors and travel out of the East China Sea~"

"As for whether I can come back, it's up to me over there~"

Zhang Guifang looked at Zheng Chenghe with an ignorant expression.

It is true that the heavenly court is full, but the earth pavilion does not have a square circle, and the pointed jaw of death is full of high technology.

Although it looks very handsome, it goes straight down, and the whole face is like an awl to the heart.

Such a short-lived ghost has a lifespan of two years at most.