Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Did they hear it?

Chapter 173: The lady is here too

"Zhongli, I will leave the business here to you. I absolutely believe in your ability!"

"I slipped first!"

Although Walnut is eccentric, sometimes he is very courageous.

But she is definitely not stupid!

After seeing the malicious eyes of Barbatos and General Thunderbolt, Walnut instantly sensed the imminent danger.

So he stepped forward without hesitation.

Just slipped away!

Zhongli: "..."

There is no way!

Although his status in Liyue is very noble, he is an existence above tens of thousands of people.

but--

As long as he stays in the Hall of Rebirth, he is Hu Tao's subordinate.

next moment!

When Zhong Li slightly raised his hand, he took the few leaflets that Hu Tao handed over to his eyes.

The whole person is rarely numb!

That's right - Zhongli, who was not numb in the face of powerful demon gods, became numb when he saw these leaflets.

Frozen in place!

Can't say a word.

Barbatos asked suspiciously: "What did your daring hall master leave behind that shocked you?"

Lei Yingzi: "Interesting - take a look!"

next moment!

Curious, Barbatos and Lei Movie stretched out their hands and took the funeral leaflet from Zhongli.

The moment I saw the flyer.

The two gods who had lived for thousands of years burst out laughing instantly.

"Hahaha—the emperor's funeral package, there is such a package, it is indeed Liyue—"

"The majestic Lord of Liyue actually carried the coffin for someone else—"

"This Hallmaster Hu, you're crazy about money—"

"Morax, I really underestimated your hall master——"

"Hey, there are other funeral packages—fox package, god package, doll package, brother package—"

"The Walnut guy—is targeting us."

"Morax, do you really not care about your hall master?"

The few people who were laughing endlessly couldn't stop laughing when they saw the following set menu.

The fox package, the gods package, the doll package——

It's just tailor-made with them, okay, does this respect them?

Zhong Li glanced at the leaflet in his hand again, and said helplessly, "Forget it—let her go—as long as it doesn't cause any trouble!"

Lei Movie snorted coldly: "I really don't understand, Morax, who is indifferent and heartless, would pamper a little girl!"

"What a strange thing!"

Barbatos: "Hey, it's really strange! Old man, you don't like this little girl, do you?"

Hear Ray Movie and Barbatos teasing.

Zhong Li frowned slightly: "If you talk nonsense again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless——"

Barbatos: "Okay, okay, just kidding—"

Lei Movie: "Hmph - just shoot, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Lei Movie slightly stretched his hand towards his chest!

As long as Morax in front of her moves, she will regard it as a challenge!

But Zhongli didn't make a move!

Instead, he sighed and said, "It's because of that girl's grandfather—I and that girl's grandfather are old friends!"

Barbatos: "I see—"

Lei Movie: "Humph—"

Just when several gods kept making noises.

now!

The staff of the Changsheng Hall have distributed thousands of funeral leaflets to every audience.

The first time I saw the flyer.

Almost everyone was stunned in shock.

He couldn't help turning his stiff head, looking at Zhongli who was sitting in the corner of the inn.

Emperor's funeral package?

Dijun with the same style of funeral?

Dijun presided over it himself?

It is too daring for Xiangshengtang to publicize funeral services in the name of Lord Dijun.

Aren't you afraid that Lord Dijun will blame you?

But when the audience looked at the corner of the inn and saw that Zhongli was also holding a funeral leaflet, he was not angry.

Everybody knows!

Lord Dijun has acquiesced to this funeral service.

That is to say!

Does the emperor's funeral package really exist?

Who in Liyue could refuse to enjoy the funeral hosted by the Emperor himself?

At this time, almost all audience members were moved.

They discussed:

"It's outrageous to do propaganda in the name of Lord Dijun, but I have to admit that Master Hu of the Hall of Rebirth is really a little genius!"

"I only care about one thing. Is what is written on the leaflet true?"

"Master Dijun will really attend our funeral?"

"It should be true. According to Liyue's law, false propaganda is a felony—"

"Whatever, since Lord Dijun has acquiesced, I'm going to place an order—"

"Count me in--"

"I want it too, I want it too—"

For a while!

Hundreds of spectators holding flyers flocked to the walnut in the corner of the inn.

Want to sign up for the first time!

Book a funeral for yourself or your family members personally hosted by the emperor.

See this scene!

As the instigator, Walnut has long been happily from ear to ear:

"Hahaha——Finally we have a client!"

"Don't be crowded, everyone has a chance, come to me one by one to become the throne - register today, and be buried tomorrow!"

"Xiangling, Keqing, I can't do it alone, come and help me register!"

Xiangling was stunned: "I can only cook, but I don't know anything about funerals—"

Ke Qing: "..."

Qiqi: "Walnut, bad—"

Hu Tao smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just register your name for me! By the way, if you are also interested in the emperor's funeral package, just write your name on it!"

Xiangling was taken aback: "Ah, I don't want to hold any funeral!"

Seeing this scene, Ke Qing was very speechless.

She was very puzzled, why did Lord Dijun connive at Xiangsheng Hall?

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Right now!

The storytelling in the inn had just ended, and it was the time when the promotional farce of the Hall of Death was being staged.

Everyone in the inn suddenly felt a hot breath.

"It's so hot, what's going on?"

"It was so cool just now, why did the weather suddenly become hot?"

"Strange, Liyue's weather is so strange——"