I'm not the underworld

Chapter 964 In charge of life and death is just my side job
Chen Gan took over the task of making live advertisements.

After more than half an hour of serious attempts, he finally let the withered flower branch in front of him grow a small leaf.

So, I was overjoyed, and tirelessly demonstrated this "resurrection" technique to passers-by in front of free labor.

It's a pity, maybe it's because it's too ridiculous?
There was no business for a long time, until two hours later, a man in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a butler came up.

"Mr. Xiao really has the spell to bring the dead back to life?" The 50-year-old housekeeper, wearing a neat suit and meticulously combed hair, was quite elite, and asked Chen Yifan who was sleeping on the recliner.

"Really, don't save!" Chen Yifan opened one eye, glanced at the butler, turned over, continued to practice his exercises, and dozed off.

There are really too many "elites" who look like dogs in this world, stepping on blood and bones to reach the top.

As long as these people didn't offend him, Chen Yifan wouldn't kill them, because they would come to see him sooner or later.

But since he is dead, of course it is impossible to save him.

"Since you really have such ability, why didn't you save him? Could it be a bluff?" The old butler asked with a sneer with a gloomy expression.

Obviously, he didn't have much patience. The humility at the beginning was unique. With Chen Yifan's understanding, it would be best to invite him back like this.

If not, he has plenty of means.

"Your words are really ridiculous. According to what you say, if you have money, why don't you use some of it for me?"

"If you don't want to save it, you don't." Chen Yifan waved his hand.

The old butler gave Chen Yifan a gloomy look, then turned and left with some anger.

"Young man, if you can really bring the dead back to life, I advise you to promise him earlier!"

"If you can't... Hehe, young man, you've got something to do, a big thing to do!" A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and with a mustache on the opposite side said while stroking his mustache.

"Young man, you'd better close the stall and go away! Nakui's second child is the housekeeper of Wang Chongfeng's family, and this area of ​​the market is "covered" by his family." Advised by an aunt who was dressed like a witch at a stall next to her. road.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm not afraid of small things." Chen Yifan turned his head, raised his hands to the stall owners who advised him, and said with a smile.

The stall owners' warnings were not unreasonable. It didn't take long for a few tall and big gangsters to blackmail Chen Yifan and his son on the grounds of occupying the space and collecting protection money.

"I paid the rent, why should I pay you protection money? Go, go! Don't disturb my business!" Chen Yifan was still lying on the ground without getting up, and waved to the gangsters.

The ability to bring the dead back to life is indeed a bit against the sky. It is normal to cause others to covet it, or to try to control it.

If he only had this kind of ability, Chen Yifan naturally wouldn't dare to show it in such a high-profile way.

But the question is, does he only know this?

Do not!
Controlling life and death is actually just my side job, my main job is to blow up the Three Realms and be invincible!

According to their usual practice, the gangsters threatened with a vicious look, but seeing Chen Yifan's attitude, they couldn't help frowning.

Looking at the back of the stall, the three or four-year-old doll kneeling on the small stool didn't even look at them, which immediately made them feel insulted.

Could it be that they can't even scare a little kid?
"Bang!" With a loud noise, a gangster slapped the booth table set up by Chen Yifan.

This time, he had enough strength.

Under normal circumstances, the stall should have collapsed.

However, the situation in front of me is...

Sao Nian, who had a fierce look on his face just now and slapped the table fiercely, was in so much pain that he couldn't speak at this time, grinning all over his face, and holding himself in the other hand, the pain was so painful that he wanted to die Gradually squatting down, hissing like a dog.

"Does your hand hurt? I've never seen such a stupid person." Chen Yifan finally sat up from his recliner, looked at the young man in surprise, and asked him.

Even Chen Gan looked at the little bastard like a fool: "You are not foolish, this table is made of Tiangang Jingshi, can your hands be so hard?"

"What nonsense Tiangang Jingshi? Listen to me, you two, come with us now, otherwise..." The other gangster looked at it, no way, this brother has completely embarrassed them.

So, on the spot, he put on a vicious look, and drew out a long knife.

"Ninth-grade magic weapon! This is a control magic weapon!" The stall owners around couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice when they saw it.

With the rise of cultivation, kitchen knives and the like can't cause much harm to people, so they are all relaxed.

However, there is still a new control system. If you carry and use a magic weapon of the fifth grade or above, you need to hold a high-level magic weapon certificate.

To apply for this certificate, there are certain requirements for the applicant's background, social relationship, and strength assessment. Only when all the standards are met can the application be passed.

The few gangsters in front of me are obviously the type of people who cannot pass the application. They are illegally possessing high-level magic weapons.

Hearing the exclamation of the stall owners around, the little bastard who drew his knife flashed a trace of satisfaction and self-satisfaction in his eyes.

This effect is what they want. As punks, in fact, they don't want to kill people unless necessary, mainly to scare.

But if the other party doesn't cooperate, then it should be cut and still have to be cut!

For example, at this time, as if in order to regain the place, the sao nian with the knife chopped it on the corner of the table in Chen Yifan's booth to regain the face lost by his companion just now.

"Boom..."

However, with a crisp sound, his ninth-level magic weapon broke.

"..."

Everyone was silent for a while, and the little gangster with the knife didn't react for a while, staring at the table and the broken long knife in astonishment.

What kind of table is this, even a ninth-grade magic weapon can't be broken?

"Father, I think this uncle has some intellectual problems, and I told him that it is the table of Tiangang Jingshi." After a long time, Chen Gan said to Chen Yifan with a serious face.

The corners of the gangsters' mouths twitched and they glared at Chen Gan. Even a brat dared to laugh at them. They really encountered a problem today!

"You're looking for death! I'll let grandpa discipline you for your father today!" A gangster grabbed Chen Gan.

Chen Gan's three or four-year-old little man looks really easy to bully, like a baby who can be slapped to death with a single slap.

Today's ticket was a little outrageous, they didn't dare to provoke Chen Yifan, who was lying on the reclining chair, who was quite a gentleman, and thought to themselves, if they seized this little doll, they were afraid that he would not submit?
however……

They still think too easily.

Seeing their movements, Chen Yifan didn't even say he was nervous, he just turned over and lay down, and continued watching the show.

(End of this chapter)