God handsome, you and I are ghosts and will never die again.

Don't deceive yourself, now the facts are in front of you...

To shut up!

Ye Wudao scolded: "This is a dream, this is a dream!!"

I am dignified and handsome, I must not die!

The Great Xia National Luck needs my support.

I am the belief and spiritual pillar of the billions of people in Daxia!

My wife, my daughter needs my protection.

I am a million heroes in northern Xinjiang, and I need to dispatch me!

How can I die!

What is the old monk going to say?

Ye Wudao released a burst of energy, imprisoning the old monk in place, unable to move at all.

Ye Wudao accelerated, returned to the city management department all the way, and lay down on the bed to fall asleep.

It's a dream, it's good to wake up, it's good to wake up.

He kept hinting to himself.

In a daze, Ye Wudao heard a few roosters.

He opened his eyes quickly.

The sun is shining, the breeze is gentle, and it is beautiful and harmonious.

He touched his body, as well as his heartbeat and breathing, and heaved a sigh of relief.

I am still alive.

It was so strange last night, how could I have such a strange dream!

A messy cry suddenly came from outside the door.

Ye Wudao frowned.

Who is crying this early in the morning?

When he walked out, he found that it was a funeral procession. Thousands of people were wearing linen and mourning, crying bitterly, and moving very slowly.

More than 300 hidden piles in the northern Xinjiang, including the four brothers Liu Xiaodao, etc., are impressively listed.

Ye Wudao's heart skipped a beat: "Who is this dead?"

He hurriedly stopped Liu Xiaodao and said, "Liu Xiaodao, who are you funeral for."

However, Liu Xiaodao didn't even look at Ye Wudao, let alone respond.

Just crying with great grief and moving forward with the big team.

Liu Xiaodao! Ye Wudao shouted more forcefully,

However, Liu Xiaodao still did not respond, as if he hadn't heard.

Um?

what happened?

How could Liu Xiaodao ignore me?

Could it be...

A terrifying and bold idea rose up in Ye Wudao's mind.

He hurried to the front of the funeral procession.

In the team, he found more and more traces of acquaintances.

Kunlun God of War, Lone Wolf, Killing Wolf, Old Village Chief, Nameless...

Even Xu Linger and Ye Nianjun.

They cried out the same name: "God Handsome Ye Wudao!"

Xu Linger and Ye Nianjun's eyes were both red and swollen from crying.

Ye Nianjun held his photo in his arms and shouted hoarsely: "Dad, woo, daddy, I don't want you to die!"

Xiaojunjun wants dad, Xiaojunjun wants to find you...

This scene made Ye Wudao desperate and his heart was broken.

What the old monk said last night was right, I... really died!

why why why!

At this time, Ye Wudao wanted to coax Ye Nianjun and hug her.

However, his body passed by Ye Nianjun.

He couldn't do anything but watch them cry.

dream!

It must still be a dream!

I must be dreaming!

Ye Wudao knew that this was just self-deception.

He followed the funeral procession all the way to the small river bank.

It was the small river where he met the old monk last night.

His own grave, standing alone by the river.

The tomb has been blasted open, it was his masterpiece last night.

His body is exposed.

When Lone Wolf and the others saw the tomb being blasted open, they were immediately furious.

Xu Linger and Ye Nianjun threw themselves on the grave in distress, crying heartbreakingly.

The old monk reappeared at this moment last night: "Master Ye, come with me, don't delay the time!"

You have delayed until now, and it is my extra-judicial mercy.

Ye Wudao looked at the old monk with cold eyes: "Old man, are you the only one here to invite me?"

You alone are not qualified enough. Let the King of Hell come and invite me in person!

The old monk said: "Shenshuai, it is enough for me to invite you alone."

Although God is strong, he is only an ordinary member of the underworld, and he is not qualified to invite the King of Hell himself. JrNovels.com