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Ying Er’s method?

Xue Meng was stunned, what can that guy do?

Zhao Qian frowned, his face full of doubts.

"This method...can it really work?"

According to the second master’s idea:

Xiaoyao is living an ordinary life, so they will also live an ordinary life, and they will meet in the end!

From a theoretical perspective, this stuff makes no sense.

Even the most third-rate Internet article writer cannot write such a bloody plot.

It just happened...

Xiaoyao is working as a psychiatrist, Ying Er is working as a mental patient...

Zhao Qian shook his head slightly,

"If we don't deliberately contact my boss, the probability of meeting him...should be low."

Of course he understood what Lan Lao meant, it was completely random and there should be no deliberate intention.

Because only Xiaoyao knows what Xiaoyao is going through right now.

If they deliberately do something, they fall into the trap of cliché.

But there is no other way at the moment, and Zhao Qian can't come up with any other ideas.

"Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!"

Zhao Qian looked at Xue Meng and warned,

"We must do things according to the logic and abilities of ordinary people."

Just as Xue Meng was about to nod, he staggered and fell from the gold coin, hitting the ground and making a big hole.

When Zhao Qian dug him out, Xue Meng had only one question.

"According to the abilities of ordinary people, should I die?"

Zhao Qian:......

He suddenly discovered that this city had a magical charm that brought everyone's IQ to Ying Er's level!

Zhao Qian said angrily,

"Yes, a normal person would definitely die if he fell like this."

Xue Meng touched his chin with his hand and said in deep thought,

"Then you can only help me deal with my funeral affairs. It's up to you, Lao Zhao!"

After saying that, Xue Meng tilted his head and lost his breath.

Even if the God of War comes to check, he will conclude that Xue Meng is a dead man.

Of course, he didn't really die.

Zhao Qian:? ? ?

He was reaching the limit of his endurance.

If something goes wrong with your boss, these guys will go crazy!

Zhao Qian looked at Xue Meng who was still in the pit, and an idea came to his mind, why not just bury this guy here.

This is a logical idea for ordinary people.

"call--"

Xue Meng suddenly opened his eyes, exhaled, and said seriously,

"Old Zhao, I want a grand burial!"

After saying that, he tilted his head again and even stuck out a piece of his tongue.

"Ah, I'm dead!"

Zhao Qian was completely speechless.

He did not dig up Xue Meng, nor did he bury Xue Meng here.

Penniless Zhao Qian took to the streets, ready to start living like an ordinary person.

An hour later, Zhao Qian returned to the scene with an excavator.

"Right here, my nephew fell from the plane and died. Help me dig him out."

"Okay, Boss Zhao!"

The master of the excavator works extremely hard.

The millionaire boss Zhao next to him is really rich and spends money without blinking an eye!

When Xue Meng was completely dug out, Zhao Qian had become a billionaire.

He made a phone call to Xu Qingfeng.

"Old Xu, come here and help Xue Meng take care of his funeral."

"Pavilion Master Zhao, it's against the rules!"

Xu Qingfeng apparently also received the news from Lan Lao and was ready to act according to the plan.

Since we want to live an ordinary life,

Why should Xu Qingfeng listen to Zhao Qian?

Zhao Qian's next words blocked all Xu Qingfeng's words,

"I'll give you 500."

Xu Qingfeng asked tentatively, "Eternal gold coins?"

Zhao Qian, who was already in a bad mood, said angrily, "Dragon coins!"

What the hell!

500 dragon coins, do you expect me to hire a ninth-level war god to take care of someone else’s funeral?

Xu Qingfeng was about to have a fit, but Zhao Qian's words made him lose his temper.

"No money, do you have a place to stay tonight?"

Xu Qingfeng:......

"Boss Zhao, give me 50 first and I'll take a taxi over!"

Half an hour later, a panting Xu Qingfeng ran to the scene of Xue Meng's death.

Zhao Qian looked at Xu Qingfeng who was sweating profusely and made sure that the other party had not used any abilities and really regarded him as an ordinary person.

For a moment, I felt a little funny.

Zhao Qian asked, "Didn't I give you money to take a taxi?"

Xu Qingfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said confidently,

"If I run over here, I'll save 50, why don't I take a taxi?"

After resting for a moment, Xu Qingfeng looked at Xue Meng, whose bones were still cold, and sighed,

"Brother, you were so good, why did you die!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Qian and said, "How much do you plan to compensate my brother?"

Zhao Qian had only one response:

"roll!"

He threw 50,000 dragon coins to Xu Qingfeng and asked him to continue messing around with Xue Meng.

As for Zhao Qian himself...he needs to find other ways to find his boss.

After counting the money, Xu Qingfeng carried Xue Meng on his back and walked to the nearest funeral parlor to prepare for the funeral arrangements...

Today, another person died.

Xiaoyao nodded, indicating that he understood.

Xu Qingfeng:......

Xiaoyao thought for a while and quoted a reasonable number, "10 yuan?"

He even took the initiative to speak and said a few words,

Shadow 2:......

Sitting next to Xue Meng's 'corpse', Xu Qingfeng began to count the money and said casually,

Just 10 yuan!

Two figures appeared outside the funeral parlor. They were a Taoist priest and a lunatic beside him.

Second Master Ying nodded. According to Third Uncle, this can be done.

night,

"Live."

"After death, if special means are not used, the soul cannot be preserved, and the so-called rituals are ineffective. They are more of a psychological comfort for the living..."

Xiaoyao can earn enough medical expenses as soon as possible, and Mr. Ying will be out of trouble as soon as possible!

Xiaoyao thought for a while and corrected, "Crying in mourning is unlucky."

"Third uncle, we are here to perform rituals, so we can't accept it so cheaply!"

Ying Er was carrying a bag and all kinds of props, but he didn’t know where he got them.

Just as Mr. Ying was about to go to his master to beg for more money,

"I know! I know!"

...

Xue Meng made a weak sound in his throat,

There was a faint firelight at the door of the funeral home.

After listening to Xiaoyao's words, Ying Er felt like he didn't understand anything.

"The corpse is fake, the corpse is talking!"

"Brother, if you have anything else to say, just ask me, I will do everything I can..."

As a Taoist, it is reasonable to tell people's fortunes and perform rituals.

He only cares about one thing,

Xiaoyao glanced at the coffin and shook his head.

The Taoist walked to the coffin.

"Uncle San, you just earn 10 yuan, and I'll go mourn and ask for good luck. My master will give me some money, can I take it?"

"Uncle San, how much do you plan to charge?"

The coffin was only a little thicker than paper, with electronic screens on all sides playing various music in a loop, which was very cool.

"You stabbed two Shura villains and burned them for me?"

Second Master Ying rolled his eyes and asked tentatively,