The Millennium After Dying Young Chapter 15: A series of nonsense stories

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As soon as these words came out, not only the three ghosts couldn't react a little bit, but even the old man and Xu Le were slightly taken aback.

He, can't die?

What is this called?

Could it be that the world will collapse if he dies?

Everyone, including Xu Le, was a little dizzy by these words.

Heiwuchang's brows were twitching, and he had faint signs of getting angry. It had been hundreds of years, and few brats dared to say that in front of him.

At the moment, he asked strangely: "What do you say?"

"Hey hey..." Nan Zhenguo smiled: "Anyway, I don't die, it's good for everyone. If I die, I'm afraid your **** will be not peaceful!"

"Bold!"

Black and white impermanence has an angry look on his face, such an arrogant brat is really rare.

"If you don't believe me, just give it a try."

Nan Zhenguo chuckled, stretched his arms, and stood up directly, and then looked at the ghost with a look of "what can you do with me", full of provocation.

Xu Le and the old man looked at each other in blank dismay. The development of this matter was completely different from what they thought.

This Nan Zhenguo, what kind of confidence does he have, to dare to challenge black and white impermanence head-on.

This guy, did he take the wrong medicine? !

At this time, the other side of the room suddenly became noisy. It turned out that Doctor Qin judged that Nan Zhenguo was in critical condition and needed to be sent to the hospital immediately. The crowd hurriedly carried Nan Zhenguo out, and a few women followed behind, crying, as if sending off to a funeral.

Neither Xu Le nor the old man left. They wanted to see how the situation would develop, so they just found an excuse to stay and no one cared about what they were going to do right now.

After the door slammed shut, the room became extremely quiet.

In this way, Xu Le and the old man are more conspicuous. The old man had an idea, and quickly pretended to be unwell and lay down on the reclining chair beside him, squinting his eyes to look around secretly, Xu Le also sat down on the opportunity, and gave him a massage for a while.

However, it turned out that both of them were thinking too much, and the movement here did not affect those few at all.

The two sides are still negotiating, but it can be seen that Hei Wuchang's patience has reached a critical point, and he will make a move at any time.

Sure enough, Hei Wuchang was completely angry after Nan Zhenguo said, "Let's go back, poor men."

I saw him raising his pitch-black mourning stick high, and he laughed in a sharp voice: "Whether you can die or not, you have nothing to say in front of this seat! Time is running out, take it away and we'll talk!"

After finishing speaking, he slashed at Nan Zhenguo's head, obviously he had decided to take the thunderous method.

Nan Zhenguo was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that Hei Wuchang would do it as soon as he said it, and immediately ran away in fright, crying: "You can't kill me! The one who should die today is my father! You can't kill me!"

With a "clang", the black mourning stick abruptly stopped three centimeters in front of his forehead.

Nan Zhenguo looked at the "feather duster" close at hand, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, still muttering: "You can't kill me..."

Xu Le looked so speechless, was he pretending to be emotional before?

Heiwuchang looked at his weapon, then looked up at the person in front of him, with a dull expression: "How...how did you do it?"

With Hei Wuchang's personality, he would beat him up as soon as he said it, and he definitely didn't mean to scare him at all.

It didn't strike just now because it was blocked.

Two fingers that appeared out of nowhere held the mourning stick that was about to be split, and could no longer make an inch of it.

The fingers are slender and clean, like the fingers of a pianist, full of spirituality.

But they seem to be full of explosive power. With only two fingers, they can firmly restrain the famous mourning stick in the three worlds.

At a certain moment, the impermanence of black and white gave rise to an illusion of fear—has the emperor come in person?

However, when they looked up, what they saw was Xu Le's handsome face.

"Zhenjun, wait a minute. I have a few words to ask him. I wonder if I can make it easier for you?" Xu Le calmly withdrew his right hand and asked politely.

Bai Wuchang jumped out of his constantly spinning tornado at some point, and he and Hei Wuchang looked at each other, seeing the lingering shock in each other's eyes.

As for the little devil, he was already dumbfounded.

Catch the mourning stick with bare hands!

Brother, what kind of fairy are you? !

Xu Le's inadvertent move brought tons of real damage to the three underworld tolerances, and he was a little dazed for a while.

So when Xu Le said this, Hei Wuchang subconsciously nodded.

Xu Le then looked at Nan Zhenguo and asked, "What do you mean by that sentence just now? What is it called? It is your father who should die today?"

On the reclining chair, the old man's chest rose and fell.

Nan Zhenguo turned his head and glanced at Xu Le, a little surprised, as if he was surprised how he could see him, and seemed to think Xu Le looked familiar.

But, that's all, after glancing at Xu Le, he turned his head back, as if he didn't want to speak.

Xu Le frowned slightly and said, "Don't want to say?"

Nan Zhenguo didn't move at all, feeling annoyed at being safe. He was too afraid to let go before, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and didn't say anything else. Otherwise, he really doesn't know how this group of ghosts will deal with him. .

Xu Le asked twice but didn't get a response, and his confusion became even greater. What can this guy hide?

Hei Wuchang waited for a long time, a little impatient: "He doesn't want to say, then I will take it away."

"Okay."

Xu Le took a step back.

Hei Wuchang walked towards Nan Zhenguo with a mourning stick in his hand.

Nan Zhenguo cried again in fright. He looked at Heiwuchang in disbelief and said, "You...do you know what you are doing! This will bring disaster to your underworld!"

"Hey, I have my own set of rules for doing things. Why do you have to tell me what to do, you little devil, first follow me down to the oil pan to cook for a hundred years, and then send it to the judge for interrogation!" After finishing speaking, he raised his mourning stick.

Nan Zhenguo's face turned green.

But at this critical moment, Xu Le once again helped him block the mourning stick.

"You still refuse to say?"

"I... I said, can you let me go?" Nan Zhenguo asked Hei Wuchang, he was really afraid of this true king.

Hei Wuchang took a look at Xu Le, and his face became serious: "If you confess, you will be safe."

"Really?"

"You can go to the Three Realms to inquire at will. I am Hei Wuchang, but have I ever failed to keep my promise?"

The little ghost messenger finally came to his senses, and snorted coldly: "The true king always speaks according to the law in the underworld, so be careful what you say!"

Bai Wuchang made up the knife at the right time: "People in the underworld call him the young man who speaks his word and keeps his promise. He is the one. Don't worry if he speaks."

Nan Zhenguo looked at this and that, obviously still worried.

Hei Wuchang became impatient again: "If you don't say it, then don't say it, go down and boil the oil pan first!"

Nan Zhenguo's lips trembled, he hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Say...I'll say it!"

Hei Wuchang took back the mourning stick.

Nan Zhenguo took a deep breath, shook his head, and seemed to be speaking.

Then, there was a few minutes of silence.

Until Hei Wuchang walked towards him with a dark face, Nan Zhenguo hurriedly opened his mouth with a mournful face.

"Actually... Actually, I deserved to die ten years ago. I met an expert who taught me how to extend my life. Every time this kind of spell is cast, a blood-related person must die. These For years, I have been using spells to maintain my life. Today, the target of this spell is the old man, that's why I said that! I'm done talking, don't kill me!"

As soon as these words came out, the room suddenly fell silent.

All the ghosts, including Xu Le, showed expressions of disbelief.

As for the old man on the recliner, his eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears!

My own son actually wanted to kill himself? !

Is the person in front of him really his well-behaved and obedient son?

Suddenly, the old man thought of the family members who died inexplicably in the Nan family compound all these years, and his heart suddenly became clear.

Could it be that his son did all these things? !

Thinking of this, the old man only felt a tightness in his chest, and then his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

On the other side, Hei Wuchang was the first to react.

He said with a cold face: "It's ridiculous, how can there be such supernatural powers in the world, do you think I am stupid?"

Nan Zhenguo burst into tears: "Really! Master, you must believe me. That man has long braids, so he is easy to recognize. Hurry up and catch him!"

"It's a bunch of nonsense!" Hei Wuchang said and was about to do it.

Nan Zhenguo suddenly remembered something, and stared at him in surprise and anger: "Heiwuchang! You don't believe what you say! You said before that as long as you explain things clearly, you will let me go!"

"Yes, I did say so." Hei Wuchang stood still and did not move.

Nan Zhenguo breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thanking himself for his wit.

As a result, before he could finish his breath, he heard Hei Wuchang continue to say: "However, you should have heard an idiom - a lot of nonsense."

Seeing Nan Zhenguo's sluggish face, Xu Le let out a long sigh, and then looked at him with special sympathy: "You believe all nonsense, these decades, you have lived in vain."

Hei Wuchang waved his hand: "Take it away!"