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Nangong Waner never thought that it would go so smoothly. He thought that with fifty thousand gold, he could find whatever kind of man he couldn't, and would be able to line up with him. Before Nangong Waner went to bed, he happily counted and counted the fifty thousand silver notes. Until his hands started to cramp up, he then laid down the entire bed with satisfaction while carefully lying beside the notes, "Go to sleep, my darlings."

A person with money would naturally be in a very good mood, it only took a moment for Nangong Waner to fall asleep.

In the bamboo forest study, Elder Xiu closed his eyes and meditated. He could faintly feel a stream of air above the Prince Zhan's Mansion, it was unlike the auras of martial artists in the mortal world. Elder Xiu opened his eyes in confusion, got up and flew out, looked around, but did not find anyone.

Elder Xiu paused for a moment to think about it. He pinched a few of his white beards and pondered for a while, "Could it be that other Godly Monarch have descended to the mortal world to gain experience in these three realms? From the looks of it, it doesn't seem to be an ordinary wandering little immortal, nor do it look like a lowly demi-human. "

Elder Xiu thought that they had lived in Prince Zhan's Mansion for quite a while, and it was the first time they met each other, "It doesn't seem like an enemy at all, why not wait for Ye Bai to return then?" With that thought, Elder Xiu lifted his leg and returned to the bamboo forest study.

Nangong Waner slept soundly that night, so naturally he wouldn't notice anyone watching him from the sky above the courtyard. Furthermore, they wouldn't know that as soon as that person left, Elder Xiu had already gone out to chase him, and he still hadn't seen anyone.

In a secluded room in the theater, it was pitch black and devoid of any light.

In the darkness, Qing Feng closed his eyes and sat on the chair. "Puff!" He clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qing Feng took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom and powerlessly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. "The burning pain tonight seems to have passed."

Slowly, Qing Feng closed his eyes again and recovered his senses.

Although Qing Feng was the young class chairman of the opera garden, he didn't have much contact with anyone in private. Therefore, no one would know about any strange noises that occurred in his room.

The theatre garden had existed in Shangjing City for many years, and the previous owner of the theatre was a person who had traveled the martial arts world, who had relied on his hot-bloodedness to create such a troupe. He had lived his entire life, and in his later years he had obtained a son, Qing Feng.

As the years went by, the old class chairman was also not in very good health. He wholeheartedly wanted to nurture Qing Feng to take over his class, but one morning Qing Feng exposed himself to the old class master, "I am not interested in singing, I just want to draw my picture book, and I also don't want to take on this crew."

At that time, the old class rep was already seriously ill and did not have much time to live. However, Qing Feng did not know that Qing Feng's words had agitated the old class rep to the point of him dying.

Qing Feng was under a lot of pressure. A few days later, he also hanged himself and committed suicide. During this time of chaos, Qing Feng felt as if he had fallen into darkness. A ghostlike official asked Qing Feng in a gossipy voice, "Why aren't you thinking about it?"

Qing Feng helplessly sighed, and told him everything in detail. The official sighed, "A good family business is not inherited, and in the end we even added two names to it, increasing our workload for no reason at all. This is truly harming."

As he was leading Qing Feng across the River of Forgetfulness, they coincidentally bumped into Neither Monarch, who was in charge of managing the underworld.

That ghost-official was an old man from the underworld. He had caused quite a ruckus from the Godly Monarch s who were born with the Heaven Realm, making the Neither Monarch even more moody and temperamental, causing people to be afraid of him. Everyone naturally avoided as far as possible.

When the Messenger saw An Qing, he was about to bring Qing Feng away, but was stopped by the Neither Monarch, "Wait, how did he die?" The Neither Monarch asked casually.

Back to the Neither Monarch, he is the Young Squad Leader of the Shangjing City of the Central Plains. He does not like to sing, and only loves to write picture books. The ghost-official replied with a trembling voice.

Unexpectedly, the Neither Monarch was very interested, "He can sing and he can draw books, what a good identity."

The ghoul official was confused. Did ghosts need to pay attention to their status when they were alive? Aren't they all ghosts?

Who knew that after that, Neither Monarch would go to Lord Palm Life and Death Sacrifice and ask to change Qing Feng's life principle. Neither Monarch wanted to possess Qing Feng's body and become his Qing Feng.

Lord Palm Life and Death Sacrifice naturally did not agree with that. Although I do not know what Neither Monarch's intentions are, but the heavens and earth have reincarnation, mortal world has karma, and Qing Feng's life in the mortal world has already ended. Furthermore, he has already passed the River of Forgetfulness.

"If I let him live one more day, then he will live one more day. If you don't change his life, then I will change his life properly and live for him."

"My underworld has been restricted since ancient times. Forcefully changing the fate of others, I will suffer the wrath of heaven."

However, the Neither Monarch was just one thing, "I want to see what kind of heavenly calamity it is, I'm definitely going to see if there's anything in this world."

Qing Feng, who had just passed Wangchuan River, had already forgotten the memories of his previous life. Seeing that the Neither Monarch of underworld wanted to go to the mortal world to live for him, he was extremely curious, "I don't know who I am, but even the Neither Monarch of underworld has to submit to me?"

Lord Palm Life and Death Sacrifice took a deep breath. It was all the fault of the Godly Monarch who had wanted to escape into the reincarnation cycle of the Heaven Realm and Marriage Hall, but now he had sent the Neither Monarch to the mortal world.

Thus, on the day of the funeral, Qing Feng, who had already died, suddenly woke up. Perhaps it was the people who had already passed through the gates of hell, but the people in the filming crew often felt that this young class leader was emitting a cold aura.

It seemed like … Everyone could not remember the appearance of the young class chairman. So the young class master was actually this handsome?

After waking up, the young class rep made the crew feel weird, but they couldn't tell what was weird about it.

After waking up, the young class chairman moved his residence to the most remote courtyard in the theater's courtyard.

The young class rep actually took the initiative to learn to sing. This shocked everyone in the theatre. Didn't the young class rep not like to sing plays?

Only, no one knew that Qing Feng, who lived in a remote corner of the theater, had already interposed himself into Qing Feng's life.

Although the underworld controls the life and death of the mortal world, it cannot be forced to change one's fate. The underworld Gods have been cursed by the contract since ancient times, if they forcefully change their fate, they would be punished by the heavens, and the burning pain in their hearts is one kind of divine punishment, as though a thousand blades were slicing towards your heart, causing you to lose all of your divine power.

When you feel like you're about to suffocate to death, it gives you another chance to breathe. After two hours, the burning pain will disappear.

Qing Feng stroked his chest, his already pale face now even more so. He was silent in the darkness. The whole room was very quiet, without a trace of light, in stark contrast to the noise and the bright lights outside.

"Is the junior chairman in? Master has something to talk to you about. " The door was like a footman running errands in a play garden, timidly shouting from outside the room.

Ever since the day that the young class monitor was buried, he woke up with a rather strange behavior. He never lit the lamp in the evening, and people outside could not be sure that the young class leader was not in his room. Because of this, very few people from the theatre garden would come to look for him at night.

When Qing Feng heard these words, he didn't reply. Instead, he took care of his own Qi and stood up with some difficulty. He forced himself to remain calm as he followed the servant.

For you, I also escaped into this cycle of reincarnation, stirring the pool of spring water in this mortal world.