Chapter 1809 The Dead Won’t Die
"Shuai Shen, you and I are ghosts and will never die again."
"Don't deceive yourself, the facts are in front of you now..."
Shut up!
Ye Wudao cursed angrily: "This is a dream, this is a dream!!"
"I am so handsome, I must not die!"
"The national destiny of Daxia needs my support."
"I am the faith and spiritual support of billions of people in Daxia!"
"My wife and my daughter need me to protect them."
"I need to dispatch my million-strong army in Northern Xinjiang!"
"How could I die!"
What else does the old monk want to say?
Ye Wudao released a burst of energy, imprisoning the old monk in place, unable to move at all.
Ye Wudao speeded up, returned all the way to the Municipal Management Department, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
This is a dream, it will be fine when you wake up, it will be fine when you wake up.
He kept hinting to himself.
In a daze, Ye Wudao heard a few cock crows.
He quickly opened his eyes.
The sun is shining brightly, the breeze is gentle, and everything is beautiful and harmonious.
He touched his body, his heartbeat and breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief.
I'm alive.
Last night was really strange. How could I have such a strange dream?
A messy cry suddenly came from outside the door.
Ye Wudao frowned.
Who is crying this early in the morning?
When he walked out, he found a funeral procession. Thousands of people were wearing sackcloth and mourning, crying in sorrow and moving very slowly.
There are more than 300 hidden stakes in northern Xinjiang, including the four Liu Xiaodao brothers.
Ye Wudao's heart skipped a beat: "Who is dead?"
He quickly stopped Liu Xiaodao and said, "Liu Xiaodao, who are you holding a funeral for?"
However, Liu Xiaodao didn't even look at Ye Wudao, let alone respond.
He just cried with great sorrow and moved forward with the large team.
"Liu Xiaodao!" Ye Wudao shouted twice harder,
However, Liu Xiaodao still didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.
Um?
What's going on?
How could Liu Xiaodao ignore me?
Could it be...
A terrifying and bold idea slowly emerged in Ye Wudao's mind.
He quickly walked to 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, Nameless...
Even Xu Linger and Ye Nianjun.
They cried out the same name: "Shen Shuai Ye Wudao!"
Xu Ling'er and Ye Nianjun's eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Ye Nianjun held a photo of himself in his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dad, wuwu, daddy, I don't want you to die!"
"Xiaojunjun wants daddy, Xiaojunjun wants to find you..."
This scene made Ye Wudao despair and his heart was broken.
The old monk was right last night, I... was really dead!
Why, why, why!
At this time, Ye Wudao wanted to coax Ye Nianjun and hug her.
However, his body passed by Ye Nianjun.
There was nothing he could do except watch them cry heartbroken.
Dream!
This must still be a dream!
I must be dreaming!
Ye Wudao knew that this was just deceiving himself.
He followed the funeral procession all the way to the riverside.
It was the same river where I met the old monk last night.
His own grave stands alone by the river.
The tomb has been blown open, it was my own masterpiece last night.
His body was exposed.
When Lone Wolf and others saw the tomb being blown open, they were immediately furious.
Xu Ling'er and Ye Nianjun threw themselves on the grave in distress, crying heartbreakingly.
The old monk from last night appeared again: "Donor Ye, come with me, don't waste time!"
"You have delayed it until now, and I am showing mercy beyond the law."
Ye Wudao looked at the old monk with cold eyes: "Old man, are you the only one here to invite me?"
"You alone are not qualified enough. Let the King of Hell come and invite me in person!"
The old monk said: "Shen Shuai, it is enough for me to invite you alone."
"Although the commander-in-chief is strong, he is just an ordinary member of the underworld, and he is not qualified to be invited by the King of Hell himself."
