The Burial God Desert is located between the vast sea of ​​Gobi and the Western Pole Desert. The more west it goes, the more desolate it becomes. When it reaches the sea of ​​abyss, there is no way forward.

This is one of the most violent places in the aftermath of the fallen battle of the ancient heaven. I don’t know how many gods fell from the Nine Heavens Stars and buried them deep in the earth, destroying the past riches and turning them into dead places. It was not until after the ages that there was a chance to reappear and form a small number of oasis.

The gods buried here are broken and leaked out, creating one ruin after another, one secret place after another, making the terrain of the burial desert extremely complicated. These gods and immortals are often obsessed with, mixed with special places of death, and turning into or producing quite terrible evil spirits and evil spirits, born and destroyed, destroyed and born again and again, and will never be forgotten. Even if the scorching sun shines, you can still hear the shrill and gloomy ghost crying.

Because of this, the Burial God Desert is also quite dangerous to the powerful people in the outdoor scene. Without a certain degree of strength, they can only pass along the road that comes from the oasis.

In a certain oasis, there are abundant water and wet and pleasant buildings, towering with giant towers, with obvious Mohist style. They, together with a large number of local people and the sand tourists coming and going, form a city that is no less than the prosperity of the heartland of the Central Plains.

Tian Wanzhe held the sweet juice of local specialties and took advantage of the holiday to wander in the downtown city. His eyes kept moving with the hot dress and the beautiful Western Region girl.

He was originally from Huanzhou. His county was a place with poor mountains and rivers. He was exploited by clans and families, and he was often able to fill his stomach. Later, he received the free universal identifier for the world. After learning the Spark**, his life gradually improved and his horizons gradually expanded. He was unwilling to stay in remote areas all his life. So he responded to the call of the Emperor of Human Resources and came to the Western Regions with the team formed by the Mo Palace and the imperial court, and wanted to turn the desert into an oasis and open up a prosperous place.

With the cooperation between the Mo Palace, the Wanxiang Sect and the Great Zhou court, we have found effective ways to transform the desert in the past two years. The area of ​​the oasis here has expanded rapidly, and with the efforts of the whole people, it almost has the territory of the Central Plains.

"Hey, Wanjie Identifier is doing free activities again?" Tian Wanzhe is now very wealthy. He has a certain status, but he still maintains the habit of being young and likes to wander in the bustling market. However, he could only see it before and could not afford anything. As he was walking around, his eyes lit up and saw a big red banner. He glanced over it, as if it was related to Wanjie Identifier.

When he saw his eyes, as he focused his eyes, he could see the content clearly and read it in a low voice:

"The epoch-making new universal identifier can bind the soul and no longer have the risk of being lost or stolen. Now that you can trade old for free, what are you waiting for?"

"It's really good." Tian Wanzhe thought about it and planned to change one for himself and the old man. He still remembered the losses caused by the loss of the Wanjie General Talk.

Of course, with his current knowledge, he could guess that this activity would not go too smoothly. If he has a certain strength and status and the road to martial arts is bright, who would be willing to bind his soul to the universal identifier of the world? Isn’t this sending his life to the Yuxu Palace and holding it?

Shaking his head, Tian Wanzhe returned to his house and planned to bring the old man's Wanjie General Talk over. As for the rest, it was nothing to do. He could do nothing.

When he came to the Western Regions, he was with his parents. Now that his mother has passed away, his father is getting older, and his early hard work has caused his body to be overdrawn, so he slowly stopped going out. He was idle at home and had servants to serve him. The greatest pleasure is the universal identifier of all worlds.

After successfully changing and binding the soul, Tian Wanzhe threw it behind his head and devoted himself to busy and somewhat dangerous work to assist Mo Palace and the Wanxiang Sect to expand the oasis deep into the complex landform of the Burial God Desert.

A few months passed in a flash, and Tian Wanzhe's father was exhausted and he could no longer support him, so he left the world.

After the heavy funeral, the yard became cold and the servants were guarding outside, leaving only Tian Wanzhe alone in the mourning hall.

He knelt in front of the spirit, his eyes were red, and he held the universal identifier that his father often used, and said in a humorous tone:

"Dad, life and death are fate, life is in heaven, at least you have enjoyed nearly ten years of wealth and glory, don't be sad anymore."

Speaking of the word "sad", his voice trembled slightly: "I remember when we first arrived in the Western Regions, we didn't even have a place to sleep, so we could only build a shed and live in a pit. I thought I was young and strong, and planned to keep a guard at night so that there would be no sneak attack from wild animals. But in the end, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that you and my mother took turns to stay at night to disperse mosquitoes for me."

After chatting for a while, his crying became stronger, so he forced himself to breathe: "Dad, don't worry, there is enough money, paper, candles, when you arrive in the underworld, you can continue to enjoy it. If you can meet your mother, just send a dream to your child."

"Well, I know you like to visit the world of all worlds, read serial stories, and watch various live shows, so I ask someone to ask a magic Taoist priest to customize a paper-made plate for you, and I will burn it for you later. It's better than nothing, and it's better to see the appearance."

"I will put away your universal identifier. When you have a child in the future, you will use it for him. It is considered a heritage. Hey, dad, in fact, I have a different kind of relaxation now. At least I will not be forced to get married by the words of your parents' orders and matchmakers. The world is very wide, and I haven't seen enough yet."

The words behind seem funny, but in fact they have a faint sadness. Tian Wanzhe knows that death is like a lamp extinguishing. What he said just now is just an expression of emotions, which has nothing to do with his father, but with himself.

After a slowdown, he placed the all-world identifier left by the old man next to him and planned to take out the paper version from his arms and burn it.

At this moment, two white candles suddenly swayed violently, and a gloomy and cold wind suddenly blew in the mourning hall.

Tian Wanzhe said laughing and crying: "It's a coincidence that I almost scared me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the all-world identifiers on the ground suddenly buzzed, emitting a faint crystal light.

"Who is looking for the old man? Don't you know he has passed away?" Tian Wanzhe bowed and picked up the identifier. Seeing that there was no corresponding name on it, he asked to connect, "Hey, which friend."

"Wanzhe, I am your father!" He heard it with a slight whisper.

"Dad?" Tian Wanzhe was angry and funny. Who made such a joke that he had no fucks at this time?

Although the sound is indeed imitated very much like the old man, the mourning hall in front is not a decoration.

We must find out who it is and give him a profound lesson!

"I'm in the underworld, and it's scary all around, and there are wailing and screaming everywhere." At this point, the opposite side paused and whispered, "Do you suspect I'm fake?"

No one knows a son is better than a father.

It’s not suspicion, it’s affirmation! Tian Wanzhe answered silently.

Before he could speak, the opposite side continued: "You were wet with your pants at the age of three, and fell into the water at the age of seven, and almost drowned. Fortunately, I saw it early and rescued you in time. This is because I am afraid that your mother will scold you, and she doesn't even know that you don't want to get married because you have a girl you like, but the other party doesn't like you."

One thing was shaking out, and Tian Wanzhe felt cold and the pale candlelight in front of him swayed, making his face look bleak and green.

Is it really a call from my father's underworld?

Isn’t it that people die like lamps, only obsessions remain, turning into evil spirits?

Is this talking to the dead?

Tian Wanzhe, who has always been very brave, had sweat on his forehead, his waist and abdomen were nervous, and he was creepy, and he said in a lingering voice: "Dad, how can you contact me, no, to contact the world of the world?"

"I was confused before until I was awakened by the terrible scenes around me, and then I felt that I had a subtle and hidden connection with the universal identifiers of all worlds, and could be connected. Could it be the soul binding you mentioned before?" the old man recalled.

"Damn! The soul binding can be bound until after death, and to the underworld." Tian Wanzhe blurted out, and was surprised.

This function is too powerful!

The old man swallowed his illusory spit: "Wanzhe, Dad, I'm not afraid of death. Anyway, I'm so old, but this underworld is too terrible. Can you think of a way? Listen, this terrifying scream is the sound of a ghost being put into a pan and fried. There is an iron tree next to it that can cut us off. Also, I can't continue, I'm dead and have to endure this kind of torture. Moreover, I heard from the ghosts around us that we will be thrown into the wheel, and we may become beasts, or hungry ghosts who will never be full of food."

Tian Wanzhe replied in a stiff state: "Dad, don't worry, you just died, it's probably not your turn to do so in a while. Let me think of a way to see if I can ask the monks and Taoists to save you, no, there is still my mother."

Just remind you, don’t forget, it will be my turn in three months.” The old man paused, “The function of the universal identifier in the underworld is subject to many restrictions, and there are ghost messengers around me. I’m afraid that I’ll be caught if I use it frequently. Remember to burn serial broadcasts for me every day to record them. After leaving this underworld in the future, I will watch it slowly.”

Tian Wanzhe opened his mouth halfway, his eyes were blank, and he was stunned. The first time he heard that a dead person had such requests!

What kind of world is this?

"By the way, Wanzhe, you are not young anymore, you can't just pursue your love, you have to pass on your family line. Only when you die in the future will someone burn serial updates for you." The old man added a few words.

Tian Wanzhe's eyes became more and more dull. This, this, I still remember to force a marriage even after I die!

The call was interrupted, the cold wind subsided, the white candle shook gently, the surroundings were quiet, everything seemed like a dream.

But the slight heat of the Wanjie Tonggui in Tian Wanzhe's hand told him that what he had just had was real things! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!