"Shishen, you and I are ghosts, and we will never die again."

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

Shut up!

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

"I am a handsome man, and I will never die!"

"The national destiny of Daxia needs my support."

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

"My wife, my daughter needs me to protect."

"My millions of troops in the northern border need me to dispatch!"

"How could I die!"

What else does the old monk have to say?

Ye Wudao released a qi force, imprisoning the old monk in place and unable to move at all.

Ye Wudao accelerated his speed and returned to the municipal management department all the way, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

This is a dream, it’s good if you wake up, it’s good if you wake up.

He kept hinting at himself.

In a daze, Ye Wudao heard a few rooster crows.

He opened his eyes quickly.

The sun is bright, the breeze is gentle, and there is a beautiful and harmonious environment.

He touched his body, his heartbeat and breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm alive.

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

A mess of crying suddenly came from outside the door.

Ye Wudao frowned.

Who is crying in the early morning?

He walked out and found that it was a funeral team, with thousands of people wearing mourning clothes, crying sadly, and acting extremely slowly.

More than 300 hidden stakes in northern Xinjiang, including the four brothers Liu Xiaodao, were listed.

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

He quickly called Liu Xiaodao and said, "Liu Xiaodao, who are you doing the funeral for?"

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

I just cried with great sorrow and followed the team forward.

"Liu Xiaodao!" Ye Wudao shouted twice more.

However, Liu Xiaodao still did not respond, and seemed to have not heard it.

Um?

What's going on?

Why did Liu Xiaodao ignore me?

Could it be...

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

He hurriedly walked towards the front of the funeral procession.

In the team, he found more and more acquaintances.

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

Even Xu Ling'er and Ye Nianjun.

They cried and shouted the same name: "The God-Supervised Ye Wudao!"

Xu Ling'er and Ye Nianjun's eyes were both crying and swollen.

Ye Nianjun held his own photo in his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dad, wuwu, dad, I don't want you to die!"

"Xiao Junjun wants dad, Xiao Junjun is going to find you..."

This scene made Ye Wudao desperate and his heart broke.

The old monk said that last night, I...really dead!

Why, why, why!

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

But his body passed by Ye Nianjun.

He could do nothing except watching them crying heartbrokenly.

Dream!

This must be a dream!

I must be dreaming!

Ye Wudao knew that this was just deceiving himself.

He followed the funeral procession and arrived at the riverside.

It was the small river that we met with the old monk last night.

My own grave stands alone by the river.

The grave has been blown up, it was my masterpiece last night.

His own body was exposed.

When Dulang and others saw the grave blown open, they immediately became angry.

Xu Ling'er and Ye Nianjun rushed to the grave with even more distress, crying heartbrokenly.

The old monk appeared again last night: "Donor Ye, follow me, don't waste time!"

"You have delayed until now, and I have already made a favour with you."

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

"You are alone, you are not qualified. Let the King of Hell come to invite me in person!"

The old monk said, "Shishen, I'm here to invite you alone."
Chapter completed!