The moment she ended the ordinary greetings and entered the official mode, Yi Cheng truly felt that the person in front of her was not as casual as she looked on, and what she held in her hands was the great power that determined a person's life and death.

Subconsciously, he sat upright and leaned forward slightly, holding his hands on his knees. After just walking out of college, Yi Cheng spoke carefully after he was just rectifying his posture when he was attending a company interview.

"So, about the resurrection quota..."

"So that's it, is this your purpose?"

While Yi Cheng was adjusting his posture, he also combed his messy head while combed his messy silk behind his ears and put on myopic glasses that were not decorated but were really inlaid with thick lenses. Now Yan Luo suddenly gave people a stunning sense of déjà vu.

Despite this, Yi Cheng felt a lot of pressure when he spoke from her.

"I remember that the resurrection quota indicators of the Savior Management Office this year were already negotiated as early as the beginning of the year. At that time, it was determined that this was the maximum number. The two sides also signed the approved opinions on the memorandum, and you..."

After quickly searching out several documents from the table and writing and drawing with a fountain pen, Yan Luo raised her head and glanced at Yi Cheng.

"Do you want to consider going to the tongue-pulling hell first? If you go now... I'll give you a half discount."

"...so your tongue pulling project still has to be charged!"

Okay... I endured it all the way to the end and couldn't hold it back. After all, judging from everything I have seen and heard so far, this so-called "underworld" doesn't look like a serious unit or organization, but instead... it's more like a fortune teller under the overpass selling fake medicines?

"You think, it costs so much money to pull a tooth when you are alive, so isn't it a natural to charge for tongue pulling?"

"...Will that money be burned for you or converted into incense lamp oil?"

"Don't make a fuss, okay?"

Yan Luo gave Yi Cheng a angrily glance.

"We only charge real money, which can be circulated on the market. Oh, by the way, now we only charge soft sister coins, don't use Vietnamese dong or Zimbabwean coins to fool people."

"...So who will carry real money on everyone when they die!"

"That depends on whether the relationship between your relatives, friends and colleagues above you is solid. We also have a dream-sending business here. The first time we have a free trial, and then we charge half a price twice. Of course, the premise is that you can get money from above..."

“…”

So Yi Cheng expressed his attitude directly with his actions.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Back to the top!"

The situation is now very obvious, although I don’t know what strange illusion was, or... By the way, from the beginning, whether it is the end of the world or the later, everything is just dreaming!

"...Okay OK OK OK OK OK I know, although you look calm, you are actually quite similar to those who don't want to believe that you are dead."

Seeing someone determined to leave, Yan Luo had to clap his hands, so the two Niutao Yujie who didn't know where to hit him pushed Yi Cheng back to the table.

"Do you still think this is a dream?"

"...hiss, can't your people start to be gentle!"

Although he has a graceful figure, he is actually very strong like a cow. Under the care of two such "bullock heads", Yi Cheng's joints are still aching in both arms. This pain seems to prove that he is not dreaming now.

"However... the dead will hurt even without a body?"

"That's of course. After all, in a sense, whether it's ** or soul, it's essentially a kind of energy."

Perhaps because he could not solve the trouble caused by Yi Cheng for a while, Yan Luo, who had originally planned to talk while working, simply put down the pen in his hand.

"Since it is energy, there must be ways to interfere with it, including pain and other feelings. These are actually just manifestations of energy being restrained or released after being interfered..."

Speaking of this, Yan Luo deliberately paused for a moment, then tapped his fingertips on the table twice to signal someone to focus.

"Maybe you may not understand why I say this, so, take yourself as an example..."

"Take me an example?"

“Yes, yes…”

I don’t know who copied whose catchphrase. After nodding three times in the way of a chicken pecking at rice, Yan Luo finally reached the point.

"The protagonist, in our cognition, is usually the main means of energy interference in the real world."

"……ha?"

Although the subject, predicate, object and form are complete in the above sentence, the shortest and most direct meaning obtained after removing the useless parts of the sentence...

"I... am a means?"

"I don't know whether you are a means or not, but since historical records have been made, all those who are in the name of "protagonist", have all been "means" to interfere with the "energy" of this planet."

Well, it's still the same method as before. This time Yi Cheng also clearly felt the words emphasized in his quotation marks in his consciousness. It is precisely because of this that he finally began to understand Yan Luo's meaning.

"Energy... means that people on this planet have other things, and means... are the ways in which these people or things are changed through the protagonist himself?"

"Although there are some subtle differences, the general meaning is almost the same - congratulations, you have graduated from Yan Luo Small Classroom!"

He slapped twice symbolically, then crossed his fingers on his chin, and Yan Luo's thick lenses also emitted a wise light.

"So, are you going to cut your tongue first, or... cut something else?"

"Isn't this back to the topic at the beginning?"

“…”

He has been trying hard to understand and communicate the other party's intentions, but after all, he has to return to a strange origin every time, which has caused Yi Cheng's remaining patience to be wiped out bit by bit.

"Listen, I don't care whether you are Yan Luo or someone else, I don't care whether this is the underworld or somewhere else..."

While making his voice sound calm as much as possible, Yi Cheng stood up and walked to the table, pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked at Yan Luo's eyes behind him through the two glasses.

"Anyway! I now need a resurrection quota that will make me live again! Because! This planet is still waiting for me to save!"

"...You can pull it down."

To Yi Cheng's surprise, his words full of mission and responsibility attracted Yan Luo's disapproval of sneer.
Chapter completed!