Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 131: There are three thousand avenues, and the road is long!

"It's time to talk about the funeral. Let's talk about your last wish."

Looking at Zeng Qiang's expression, Zhang Ye patted his shoulders a few more times to tell him to relax.

Hearing this, Zeng Qiang lowered his head, pondered for a moment and said: "Is it true that we can't let the immortal come to the world? Let the spiritual energy of this world be revived, or let me see the immortal... Oh, wait, don't leave. !”

As he spoke, Zeng Qiang quickly grabbed Zhang Ye, who had already stood up and was about to leave, with a slightly flustered expression on his face.

After pulling Zhang Ye back, Zeng Qiang sighed and said helplessly: "It's really not possible?"

Zhang Ye said seriously: "No."

Then, he turned back and looked at Xi Shi who was standing behind him: "When I introduce business to clients in the future, I will add one more sentence: Surrealism cannot be accomplished, and it is even less possible if it does not take into account the actual situation of "940"."

Xi Shi nodded and silently wrote down Zhang Ye's instructions in her heart.

And at this time.

Zhang Ye stared at Zeng Qiang: "Speak carefully about your needs."

This time, Zeng Qiang's thinking time obviously became longer. He sat motionless in his position, always thinking about this matter.

Zhang Ye waited for a long time, and he almost fell asleep.

And the passers-by on the top of Mount Tai began to disperse gradually.

Only then did Zeng Qiang say in a very serious tone: "Then...just give me a more awesome funeral."

"A little more awesome? How awesome do you want it to be?" Zhang Ye asked.

Zeng Qiang scratched his head, also a little confused: "Just... just... let people look at it and exclaim... the kind of thing."

"Is there anything specific?" Zhang Ye asked again.

Zeng Qiang was in trouble for a while.

To be honest, he never thought about his own funeral.

Now I suddenly want to think about this matter carefully, but I don't have any thoughts, not even any ideas.

Zeng Qiang scratched his head for a long time before sighing and saying: "If you can hold a funeral on the top of Mount Tai, then give me a simple funeral. It is best to let the world know that this world really exists. Immortals! Immortals really did appear..."

"Is it that simple?" Zhang Ye held his hands in front of him and stared at Zeng Qiang.

Zeng Qiang was stunned, and subconsciously turned to look at Zhang Ye, with surprise on his expression: "Is this... simple?"

And this time.

Zhang Ye has already taken out the contract and pen from his pocket.

As the chairman of the Will Company, Zhang Ye must always think about the development of the company, so he must bring his own contract and pen with him.

You see, wouldn't this be useful in a situation like today?

Zeng Qiang silently took the contract and pen from Zhang Ye. At this moment, he was a little confused.

The young man in front of me, wearing a black trench coat, who is roughly the same age as me, not much different at all. Could it be that he had planned this in advance?

How else can I prepare the contract and pen in advance?

He wouldn't have noticed him long ago, would he?

Or maybe he knew about himself before, but now he might really be dying, so this mysterious young man came to remind him and organize a funeral for himself.

Sure enough...it's all God's will!

The brainstorming started again. Zeng Qiang activated his thinking and imagined Zhang Ye as a person from outside the world, that is, one of those immortals.

He even had more fantastic ideas.

But soon, after he took the contract and pen from Zhang Ye, he immediately signed the contract and handed it to Zhang Ye.

After getting the contract back and looking at Zeng Qiang's signature, Zhang Ye was filled with emotion.

This Zeng Qiang... can be said to be influenced by Zhang Ye.

To be precise, Zeng Qiang believed in the existence of immortals in this world because Zhang Ye held the funeral for Qin Shihuang and Li Bai.

From then on, the idea that the gods and this world were just prisons became deeply ingrained.

I have to say that Zeng Qiang has always been closely related to funerals.

Zhang Ye and Zeng Qiang met on the top of Mount Tai by chance.

Everything seems to have God's will, and it seems to have its own destiny.

But no matter what, after Zhang Ye holds this funeral for Zeng Qiang, these things, as well as Zeng Qiang, will disappear from everyone and leave this world.

Whether Zeng Qiang can get out of this world as he wishes and go to a real world where he can practice, Zhang Ye doesn't know, and he can't control it.

This is not the scope of Will's business...

After getting up, Zhang Ye glanced at Zeng Qiang's expression: "Okay, I've signed the contract, and then I'm going to prepare for your funeral."

As he spoke, Zhang Ye looked at the dwindling countdown above Zeng Qiang's head, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This child…..…

Zhang Ye waved his hand towards Zeng Qiang, then turned and left, leaving only Zeng Qiang's back.

Zeng Qiang, on the other hand, looked at the backs of Zhang Ye and Xi Shi, with a smile on his lips and a complicated look in his eyes.

Wait until Zhang Ye leaves with Xi Shi.

He stood up and looked around.

At this moment, there was no one on the top of Mount Tai.

Night is also falling, and the sunset is filling the sky. This scene looks very peaceful and comfortable.

But Zeng Qiang didn't think so.

He stepped forward and came to the place where he was standing. He was still looking at the sky, still standing straight, still holding one hand behind his back, and still placing one hand on his Dantian.

There was a smile on his lips, and expectations and confusion in his eyes.

Although he didn't know what the cause of his death would be, he didn't know when he would really die.

But what he knew was.

Even if he dies, those immortals, those "people from outside the world", and those cultivators that he thinks may exist.

I won't care about him at all.

Of course, if they exist.

At this point, Zeng Qiang believed what Zhang Ye said, he would die within 1.624 hours.

He also believed in Zhang Ye's last wish that the company would organize a funeral for him to convince the world that there were practitioners in the world and that he was not wrong.

But similarly, he has never changed his previous thoughts and beliefs.

There are immortals, spiritual energy, and cultivators in this world. This dragon energy is suppressed by Mount Tai. This world is the prison set by those immortals and selfish cultivators.

He doesn't care what others say about him, nor does he care about his reputation, nor does he care whether others regard him as a fool.

Zeng Qiang has always believed it.

As long as he always believes in his own way, it will be better.

And believe what he has always believed and do what he has always done.

This is his way. .