The Most Powerful Life Extension System

No matter how strange song Yi's death is, it's easy for Chen Beihai.

"Since uncle Zhuo told me so, let's talk to Zhuo Meier earlier?" Chen Beihai asked.

"I said I didn't want to delay the two of them." Yang Chen said, "just go to the Song family with me."

"What does the family matter have to do with us?" Chen Beihai said.

"I suspect there are evil spirits." Yang Chen remembered that last night, the wind and cloud changed color, lightning and thunder, but today the weather is unusually good.

The thought of Feng Nan looking at the weather and saying that this weather must be a breeding of demons, coupled with the coincidence of Song Yi's death, completely aroused Yang Chen's interest.

"What does the master mean?" Chen Beihai asked.

"Fighting evil spirits is also a kind of cultivation." Yang Chen said, "I'm going to train you to be the next sect leader. Therefore, don't miss this practice."

Chen Beihai paused and seemed to have something to say, but he couldn't open his mouth in the end.

"Are you afraid?" Yang Chen asked.

"I, Chen Beihai, have never been afraid of this word since I was born." Chen Beihai replied confidently.

"What are you worried about?" Yang Chen asked.

"I'm afraid I'm not strong enough and will drag you down." Chen Beihai replied honestly.

"Don't worry, if I don't have some strength to cover you, how dare I have the cheek to sit in the position of the master of the divine sword sect?" Yang Chen smiled.

"OK, I'll follow the sect leader." Chen Beihai said and immediately put away the shadowless sword.

They went out, found the manager and asked for a car.

The manager thanked Yang Chen and said, "Mr. Yang, everything here belongs to master Zhuo. Would you like to send you a driver?"

"No, I don't have that life." Yang Chen said, "if Zhuo Meier asks about our whereabouts later, he will say that we don't want to make light bulbs. Let's go first."

"OK, I will tell young master Zhuo." The manager said.

Yang Chen got on the bus and sat in the cab. When Chen Beihai got on the bus, he was surprised to find that Yang Chen had become zhuomer.

"Are you zhuomer or the sect leader?" Chen Beihai asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's the sect leader." Yang Chen said with a smile, "at that time, you will pretend to be my assistant."

"OK." Chen Beihai nodded.

Yang Chen drove to the Song family.

Before arriving at Song's house, Yang Chen saw countless luxury cars parked at the door. Obviously, many people know the news of Song Yi's death, but they don't know who released the news.

Because the owner of the Song family was dead, the roadblock on the road was temporarily removed. After Yang Chen parked the car, he took Chen Beihai all the way to the Song family.

The bodyguard at the door just glanced at Yang Chen and Chen Beihai. Without asking, he let them in.

"Today, the Song family guard is very loose." Yang Chen said.

"I guess they got the order, too." Chen Beihai guessed that these bodyguards, especially those from rich families, had received strict training. How could they be so slack without orders.

Yang Chen went straight to the hall. At the moment, a long white robe was hung on the hall. In the center, there was a coffin, in which Song Yi lay.

"Last night, old master song was lying down, but today it has become Song Yi." Yang Chen was very surprised: "where is the old master song?"

"There are guests."

After Yang Chen and Chen Beihai stepped into the hall, someone shouted immediately.

Yang Chen saw the Song family around the coffin. There was no sad look on her face. She wondered if Song Yi was really killed by the Song family?

"Master Zhuo, why didn't your father come?" At this moment, standing in front of the troubled times of the Song Dynasty, he has become a guest of the Song family.

Seeing that he recognized himself, Yang Chen said, "my father is still on a business trip. He specially sent me here. Please forgive me for the change."

Song Wanshi nodded. After Yang Chen got three incense sticks, he asked, "who is the new owner of the Song family now?"

"It's my brother, song Taiping." Song Wanshi replied.

"What? Song Taiping? " Yang Chen was even more surprised. In fact, in terms of his ability, he was not as good as the troubled times of song. At least he knew some Taoism in the troubled times of song, but song Taiping didn't know anything.

The position of home owner, even if it is given to song in troubled times, is much better than song Taiping.

"Can you recommend it?" Yang Chen wanted to know what ability song Taiping had to be the master of the Song family.

"He's still receiving visitors." Song Wanshi said, "if you don't mind waiting, please go into the back hall to have a rest."

"I don't mind." Yang Chen wants to find out the cause of Song Yi's death. It's nothing to spend some time waiting.

"OK, come with me." The troubled times of the Song Dynasty should lead the way.

Entering the back hall, Yang Chen saw that there were many seats in it, but it was full. There was an office in the back hall, and the door was closed. It was obvious that song Taiping was receiving guests inside.

"Sorry, it's full." Song luanshi said, "please stop by master Zhuo?"

"It doesn't matter. Thank you." Yang Chen said politely.

"OK, I'll entertain the guests first." When song finished, he hurried back to the front hall.

Chen Beihai looked at the dark crowd and whispered, "it is worthy of being one of the four families in the capital. Unexpectedly, so many people came."

"Don't underestimate these people. Just carry one out and throw it into the small county. That's also the existence of the richest man." Yang Chen said: "the purpose of their coming here is estimated to be the same as Zhuo Meier's father. If they want to curry favor with the new owner of the Song family, they'd better finalize a cooperation, which would be perfect."

"These businessmen are really pervasive." Chen Beihai sighed.

"How else can people become rich?" Yang Chen said with a smile, "it is the people who are good at seizing any opportunity that can make a lot of money."

"I'm not interested in making money." Chen Beihai replied.

"That's because you can live without money." Yang Chen sighed: "most people are still ordinary people."

If there is no universal life extension system, I am still an ordinary person who is busy for 3000 yuan a month every day.

"But are we really going to wait like this?" Chen Beihai roughly estimated: "if song Taiping talks one by one, we're afraid we'll have to wait until evening."

"It's all right. I have a way to drive these people away." Yang Chen said, "go outside and pinch some soil for me."

"Pinch the soil?" Chen Beihai said curiously, "what do you want that thing for?"

"Just listen to me." Yang Chen said.

"All right." Chen Beihai quickly ran outside and casually got some soil in the garden. He took it into the back hall and handed it to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen took the soil and recited a spell in his mouth. Then he threw it out in the air!