I Created the World

"Do you know why you were called to the underworld?"

An Mixiu bowed back and said, "You should be for the underworld."

Chen Luo smiled slightly, "Yes. If you are in charge of the underworld, what would you do?"

An Mixiu's face was shocked, and he said inconceivably, "Is the Underworld your kingdom of God..."

An Mixiu did not respond for a while. When he was only 16 years old, he always thought that Chen Luo was just a god.

But with the passage of time, as he grew older, he had understood it. With the power shown by Chen Luo, it would be as simple as God.

An Mixiu has already determined that Chen Luo is the **** of death, so the image of the Church of the Hades gradually replaced Chen Luo's image.

But now Chen Luo let him control the underworld, which is the scope of the power of death, mastering the supreme authority of the law of reincarnation.

An Mixiu would naturally not think that Chen Luo was kidding anymore, he quickly knelt down again and said, "Under the crown, this is your kingdom of God, how dare I have delusions."

Chen Luo reached out and pulled An Mixiu up again, smiling, "You just need to answer me, how will you maintain the order of the underworld, what kind of underworld will you choose to build?"

"Or, let you be the **** of death, can you do it well?"

An Mixiu was shocked. He looked up and looked at Chen Luo incredulously.

He never thought that he would hear such a question from Chen Luo's mouth.

Looked at Chen Luo's face with a faint smile, as if he had nothing to worry about in Carlo City.

An Mixiu reacted in an instant. Chen Luo was not as simple as the **** of death. No **** would easily give his **** position and kingdom to others.

"Under the crown, you, are you... the creator?"

An Mixiu looked at Chen Luo and asked stuttering with a shocked expression on his face.

In addition to this answer, An Mixiu never thought of other possibilities.

Chen Luo laughed, "Creative God, Creator, Great Sage, Judgment Angel Lofis...I can't remember how many titles I have. You also saw the situation of the Underworld just now, now The **** of death is vacant, but the underworld is getting bigger and bigger, and the number of dead souls has also begun to grow at a rapid rate. So accumulating, the underworld will soon become chaotic.

I have too many things to deal with, and I have no time to take care of this, so I need you to reach the gods as quickly as possible. can you do it? "

An Mixiu's eyes instantly burst into a hot light, as if he had found the meaning of his existence again, and he knelt down on the ground excitedly again, "Under the crown, your oracle is everything!"

"Go, we should be able to meet again soon."

Chen Luo finished and waved his hand out.

The scene in front of An Mixiu suddenly changed again, and he had returned to the Underworld Temple.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Seeing An Mixiu kneeling down on the ground with tears in his eyes, the priests around him looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

An Mixiu recalled the trip to the underworld just now, and he couldn't help feeling a little trance, just like a dream.

Can he be a **** of death?

At this point, An Mixiu immediately stood up and walked toward the depths of the temple. "All the state affairs and educational affairs are jointly decided by the Cardinal Group. I will retreat and practice, and I must not disturb the important things."

The priests and attendants around the world were stunned, but after Amishu finished speaking, the people had disappeared, and they could only bow in the direction of his disappearance.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Chen Luo left the Underworld, he returned to reality.

Things in the Western Fantasy World are more urgent. He has never paid attention to reality, so after solving it, he must first figure out what happened in the past ten years.

Chen Luo returned to the room and found the original mobile phone.

To Chen Luo's surprise, this phone can still be turned on and there is a signal. He tried to dial Song Zhengxian's number.

The phone was connected within less than a second.

"Yang, Mr. Yang!?"

Song Zhengxian's excited voice was shaking.

"It's me." Chen Luo said with some doubt. "How can this phone and number still work?"

"Although your phone has been discontinued, I am afraid that if you come back and can't find me, I have prepared dozens of spares. Your number has also greeted the operator and will not stop."

Chen Luo finally understood that nothing had changed in the apartment, not even the location of the furniture.

Song Zhengxian is estimated to have changed everything here as it is, not only to ensure that the furniture is the same, but also to prepare new clothes for the wardrobe.

No wonder ten years have passed, not only is there no dust, but furniture and clothes have been updated.

"Mr. Yang, are you in that apartment in Jiangcheng now?"

"Yes." Chen Luo finished, and continued to ask, "Can Jiangcheng's laboratory still work?"

Song Zhengxian didn't even want to say, "Of course, that laboratory is now closed to the outside world. We have also gradually updated the experimental equipment inside over the years. Most of the equipment inside is much more advanced than what you used before. "

"I sent a list of materials to your mailbox. You will prepare another one and send it to the laboratory."

"Okay, okay."

After Song Zhengxian repeatedly agreed, he asked politely, "Do you have anything else you need?"

"Let's do this first. I'll find you later."

"Ok."

After Chen Luo hung up the phone, the materials of the facial simulator were sent again in the past.

Chen Luo now wants to go out and see the outside world, but his face is so eye-catching. He does not want to use hypnosis all the time, so he has to prepare a facial simulator.

Song Zhengxian's work efficiency is still as fast as ever, and when the next morning, he will call to inform Chen Luo that the materials are ready.

When Chen Luo appeared in the laboratory, he saw Song Zhengxian himself, followed by several young people behind him.

When Song Zhengxian saw Chen Luo, there was a lot of joy in his eyes, and he immediately went up and said with admiration, "Mr. Yang, ten years later, you have not changed at all."

Song Zhengxian's words are not flattery, but they are really very surprised. Ten years have passed. Song Zhengxian is already 50 years old and looks a lot older.

However, Chen Luo was exactly the same as ten years ago, not only younger, but also more powerful than he was ten years ago.

Chen Luo smiled, but looked at the young people behind Song Zhengxian.

Because they are staring at themselves, their eyes are full of curiosity and exploration.

These people have men and women, but they look like they are in their early twenties.

They have one thing in common, that is a pride that emanates from the bone.

"It's kind of interesting, it already has the strength of a first-order transcendent."

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