The Demon Lord said he would not roll again

The Zhang family was only surprised, and they were curious about why Jiang Zhao took a little girl as his apprentice, but they didn't have time to pay attention to these things at this time.

Zhang Chunfu had two sons and two daughters in his life. The sons were all around him, and the daughter was at her husband's house. The Zhang family had already notified them, and they should be rushing to the Zhang family now.

The next step was a series of preparations.

The youngest of the Zhang family bought blank paper money, and Jiang Zhao took out the chisel and started working. It was not difficult to make paper money. As long as you were more careful and practiced more, you would be familiar with it. Jiang Zhao first made the ones he would use today, and then handed them over to Jiang Ping to operate. Except for being a little crooked at the beginning, Jiang Ping was already proficient later.

Jiang Zhao saw that there was no problem, so he handed the matter of making paper money to Jiang Ping.

Then he looked around the mourning hall, and deliberately concentrated his mind to scan, even the body of Mr. Zhang Chunfu. He finally felt relieved when he didn't find anything strange.

When Mr. Zhang Chunfu passed away, he said that he was designated to do the funeral. It was probably because he knew the original adoptive father well, and he thought it would be better to leave such a thing to him.

Jiang Ping was busy making the necessary paper money, and Jiang Zhao started to write Zhang Chunfu's life with the Zhang family, which was also a eulogy.

After the preparations were done, Jiang Zhao was about to start.

He followed the original funeral process without changing anything. He took out the gong, drum, cymbals, and clang, and started playing the requiem. He had to sing the lyrics while playing. The lyrics were strange. When ordinary people heard it, they only knew that it was sung for the dead, but they didn't know that the name of the song was requiem.

Jiang Zhao had never been exposed to these before. When he recalled the requiem before, he thought it was well written. It is normal for people to know that it is sung for the dead as soon as they hear it, after all, only dead people sing these. Apart from this, he didn't notice any other problems.

Jiang Ping watched from the side. She had just become a disciple and had not learned anything. Jiang Zhao could only let her do some auxiliary work and would not let her participate in some procedures. She might really be interested in funeral affairs. She was watching seriously at this moment.

Jiang Zhao tapped and sang the requiem, and then recalled that he had indeed completely restored what the original body had done, without even adding any extra movements, and he was very satisfied.

"Well, it's really comfortable."

"I can stretch my back now."

"After listening to the requiem of the boy from the Ming Lin family, I feel more and more relaxed. I know that the Ming Lin family is quite capable."

"Hey, there was a legend before that if you die without hearing the authentic requiem, you have to stay in your body for three days before you can get out. That would be suffocating. Fortunately, I, an old man, believe this. Otherwise, if I just find a requiem that is not authentic, I will suffer."

"Why doesn't this boy A Zhao sing anymore? Do it again, hurry up! My soul is still a little heavy. I need to sing it twice more before I can get up. The gongs, drums, cymbals, and bells, please knock, rub, and shake them more. It will make you feel more energetic."

Jiang Zhao: ? ? ?

How could it be like this?

He was careless!

Jiang Zhao's face did not change at all. He seemed to be flipping through the old book in his hand, but his eyes were actually on the coffin. If it was not an illusion, the sound came from inside the coffin.

The coffin is currently uncovered. If old man Zhang Chunfu really came back to life, the people around him would definitely react.

Jiang Zhao observed the surroundings without leaving any traces, including his young apprentice Jiang Ping, they did not react in particular.

So, this sound could only be heard by him alone.

He was extremely careful, but he still did not expect it to be like this!

Jiang Zhao did not listen to the meaning of the voice and decided to follow the rhythm of the original body.

"System, what's going on?"

"I followed the original body's process. This should have nothing to do with me, right?"

Jiang Zhao suddenly doubted his own strength. He obviously did not perceive the power similar to spiritual energy in this world, and even at this time, he did not sense the corresponding soul power in the coffin.

System: [Host, I'll check. 】

Jiang Zhao was numb: "Yeah."

I still have to check it out. It sounds unreliable. It's obvious that the system doesn't fully understand this world.

He can be sure that the sound just now has nothing to do with him. It's probably a problem with this world itself.

It's just a little strange. Why can't I sense the soul power?

"Why doesn't this kid Zhao continue? It's not enough to just stretch. I want to move around."

Jiang Zhao was silent for a while and continued.

As long as there are no other mistakes, he will pretend not to know.

He wants to see what kind of thing can come out of the coffin later.

Until dark, Jiang Zhao finally stopped.

Next to the coffin was an old man wearing a shroud and moving his body in various ways. It was the one in the coffin.

Strangely, Jiang Zhao couldn't sense any soul power on him at all.

Zhang Chunfu floated around the mourning hall with his hands behind his back, smiling, and finally stopped at Jiang Ping's position.

When Jiang Zhao was guessing what the old man was going to do, he grabbed a handful of changed paper money from his purse: "I know Ming Lin's ability is real. Ah Zhao is really a true disciple. If he hadn't burned a purse for me, I wouldn't be able to put in so much money."

"This is A Zhao's disciple, he looks very spiritual, great, there will be another Taoist who has learned real skills, and the dead will be blessed in the future."

Jiang Zhao: Death is also a blessing?

Can you say that?

He was basically sure that this old man was just a chatterbox and didn't intend to do anything to anyone. He had no Yin Qi on him and couldn't affect the living at all. The other party was floating, and he would pass through any object directly.