The old turtle was lying on the hospital bed, no different from an ordinary old man. He had a premonition that his demon life was coming to an end. He had actually sensed this ten years ago. It was because he knew that he was here.
After leaving, he ventured back again.
The longer you live, the more you know.
Old Turtle has lived for many years, and he was very old when he went to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. He knew that he was getting old, so he kept clamoring to find a place to retire. He went to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion also for the purpose of retiring.
Later, it was the same with Wu Chong, but when he actually got to this point, he still felt a little regretful.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t see the elegance of the Demon King Realm.
But this is just a thought. It is impossible to achieve the realm of the Demon King. It requires extraordinary qualifications and unparalleled opportunities. There has only been one national master in such a large area as Chen State. After so many years,
I have never heard of the rumors of the Demon King again, so I can imagine how difficult it was.
"What a pity, brother Wu, he should have been the most promising to cross that threshold." Old Turtle thought of the herring spirit who was as steady as him.
I don't know if he is dead.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a familiar old friend from the past falling from the sky with a demonic cloud, turning into a familiar face and walking towards him... He was really coming!
The old turtle shuddered and quickly realized that this was not an illusion.
"Old man, you seem to be dying."
As soon as Wu Chong landed, he felt Old Turtle's vitality.
He had sensed a familiar aura before and fell down, but he didn't expect that he would happen to meet Old Turtle to die.
"You...how come nothing has changed?"
Sensing the demonic energy still full of energy in Wu Chong's body, the old ghost lying on the bed looked like he had seen a ghost.
As the saying goes, a thousand-year-old king is an eighty-thousand-year-old turtle.
That's just a boast, but it also illustrates the turtle monster's longevity.
Old Turtle has lived until now, and his lifespan is already infinitely close to the thousand-year mark. He cannot break through to the realm of the Demon King, and the essence of life will constrain him.
"Don't worry, I will go to your grave to drink two jugs of wine during New Years and holidays."
Wu Chong patted the back of the old ghost's hand and comforted him.
He had already tried it just now. The old turtle had reached his end of life and could be reversed without human intervention, so he didn't waste any more time tormenting the other person and just let him go quietly.
Hearing these words, the old ghost who had already become a master almost spit out his blood. He still remembered this sentence. Wu Chong told him when he was still in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, but at that time he thought he was a turtle.
, he must be able to survive the other party, but now it seems that it is still sloppy.
'Are you the turtle or am I the turtle? You are a big herring, why can you live longer than me?'
He stared at Wu Chong with wide eyes, and finally kicked his legs without taking a breath.
Wu Chong was speechless for a while. He didn't expect this old boy to be so impatient and kicked off his legs without saying a few words.
The old turtle died.
Suddenly there was a burst of crying outside.
Wu Chong glanced around and saw that he didn't recognize anyone wearing hemp and mourning outside.
Old Turtle has been alive to this day, but his concubines are long gone, and there are only a few sons left. The half-demon bloodline has been sealed and is no different from ordinary people. The people crying outside are all grandchildren. Wu Chong noticed one
The middle-aged man who cried particularly violently looked vaguely like the snot-nosed boy Huzi who called him to have a drink in the city.
"Uncle Wu, my father is dead, what will I do in the future?"
Sensing Wu Chong's gaze, the middle-aged Huzi cried even harder.
They are such a big family, and they are all supported by Old Man Gui. Now that Old Man Gui is gone, it is like the sky has collapsed. Huzi, who vaguely knew Wu Chong was powerful, sold out miserably on the spot. I have to say that this boy is the same as when he was a child.
Still such a thief.
"Just live your life with peace of mind, the sky won't fall."
After all, he is also the grandson of Old Turtle. He may not be able to control the rest of his life, but Huzi still has to take care of him.
For him now, it's just a matter of raising his hand, which doesn't take much effort.
"Thank you, Uncle Wu."
Hu Zi was overjoyed and kowtowed to Wu Chong several times in mourning. Wu Chong also accepted it calmly. The grandchildren kowtowed to their grandfathers and accepted it calmly.
In the next period of time, Wu Chong, the elder who came out of the mountains, became the great-uncle of the Huzi family.
With his Buddhist photo, the turmoil over the death of Old Turtle was quickly calmed down. Several competing families who secretly wanted to take action were also killed by Wu Chong. With his current demon king-level strength, he could handle this situation.
Planting trivia is no different than shooting mosquitoes with a cannon.
After living here for half a year, Wu Chong left after confirming that there was no external danger to Old Man Turtle's family.
He can help deal with external enemies, but internal competition is not his concern.
Beijing.
When Wu Chong re-entered this land, he felt some strangeness. It has been almost eighty years since he left the capital. For him, eighty years is just one practice, but for humans, it is already a lot.
The situation of a person's lifetime.
The capital city now is countless times more prosperous than before.
After the collapse of the Imperial Guard, humans quickly reorganized the order, and the interests that originally belonged to the monsters were gathered back, creating a group of new nobles. The short vacancy also gave the Chen Kingdom, which had been in decline, a second spring.
Emerging families thrived in this place.
Many industries that depended on them also became prosperous. Restaurants, inns, and even the flower boat theater on the river increased several times. The big businessmen who came and went wore silk and appeared in these places, giving them a prosperous scene. But these were the only ones.
It's all just on the surface.
Walking in the capital, Wu Chong saw many shabby houses, beggars on the streets, and frozen corpses. But those luxurious lives were only separated from them by a wall.
He no longer has much emotional fluctuations in this cyclical social change. Society is always like this, going round and round, and personal power can change it temporarily, but it cannot change the fundamentals.
Return to the original Imperial Prefecture.
A plaque has been replaced on it, and the owner has become the Prime Minister of the Chen Dynasty.
Wu Chong didn't know what the specific position was and what he was responsible for, and he didn't ask. He just used his demon power to hide his body, walked around the house, and even went to see the former Diziyuan, but now this place
It was no longer called Diziyuan, but was renamed 'Shangwuyuan', where a group of little kids were practicing martial arts.
"The first priority is to find the will of the devil."
After Wu Chong searched the entire Xiangguo Mansion, he went out.
When he returned to the capital this time, in addition to dealing with the personal grudges of being driven out of the capital, the most important thing was to find the will of the devil.
"Unexpectedly, several new monsters have appeared in the capital now, and they are gaining momentum..."
Recalling the documents he had just seen in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Wu Chong had a smile on his lips.
Aren't they all acquaintances?
Counting the time, they will almost start to appear.