Hearing this, the man could no longer maintain his initial calmness and calmness. He slowly turned around, then knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said respectfully:
"I have met the Curator in my humble position!
All the tasks you assigned me have been completed!!"
The person who suddenly appeared in front of the man at this time was the old director of the funeral parlor, but now he was not the real person, but a clone transformed by a ray of consciousness. His cultivation level was pitifully low.
There is nothing that can be done about this. Even with the old curator's cultivation, he cannot freely pass between the place where the heavens meet and the real world. Even the current clone is just set up in advance.
It is usually in a sleeping state and will wake up after a certain time to take charge of the overall situation.
The isolation in the place where the heavens meet is very strong. If the old curator keeps using his clone to monitor the real world, it is very likely that the law of heaven will catch him and exile him to the land of nothingness.
Even if he can return in the end, the time wasted is enough for him to drink a pot.
But it will all come to an end soon. He has waited for so long, buried the seeds, watered and fertilized, and now it is finally time to harvest.
The old curator looked at the man kneeling on the ground and remained silent. After waiting for a while, he said lightly:
"Si Ming."
"The humble position is here!"
The man buried his head lower, holding his breath, not even daring to take a breath. He could only kneel respectfully in front of the old curator, quietly waiting for the other person's next words.
"What you just said... was a bit too much."
"thump!"
Before the old curator could say anything more, Si Ming knelt down on his knees. Then, regardless of whether the old curator wanted to punish him, he kowtowed to him and buried his head on the ground without even talking.
My voice is trembling!!
"Mr. Curator! You are so proud of your humble position!!
Please punish me!!!"
The old curator didn't speak, but Siming just kept this posture, not daring to move.
It seems that as long as the old curator doesn't speak, he will kneel here for the rest of his life!!!
After a long time, until Si Ming's legs were shaking due to fear, the old curator finally spoke leisurely:
"That's all, I think you have followed me for many years and have worked hard and achieved great results, so I don't care about what happened today."
After saying that, after a few more noises, Siming quickly thanked him, while the old curator waved his hand, and then continued:
"It just won't happen next time, do you understand?"
"Don't worry, Director, I will never do this again in the future!"
"Well, get up."
"Thank you, curator!"
With that said, Siming stood up. The old curator looked at the closed door behind him and shook his head in disappointment.
"Alas, after so many years of training, I thought I could train a qualified puppet who can walk the world in my place, but in the end, my joy was in vain. In the end, I cultivated a waste.
Si Ming, why do you think Lin Nanzhi is so lucky? It was me who planted the seed, but why did the fruit come to her?"
"This... curator, please forgive me, you are humble and stupid!!"
"Alas...Jiang Qinian, Jiang Qinian, why can't you be used by me?
Could it be that such characters cannot be cultivated by humans?
I think that I have been in control of countless world-shaking battles for eternity, but in the end, no one under my command can be the opponent of Jiang Qinian. Only I, an old guy, can personally control Jiang Qinian. It is really ridiculous.
"
"…………"
As he said that, the old curator couldn't help but let out a long sigh, while Si Ming, who was standing aside, tried his best to suppress his body so that the trembling would not look so obvious.
He could feel that the old curator was in a very bad mood. Logically speaking, as a subordinate, he should step forward to comfort him at this time and take the initiative to help his boss solve his problems.
But he couldn't say a word, and his head was lowered almost into his chest. He didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't want to talk to him either.
If the old director was talking about another person today, he might actually take the initiative to help the leader solve the problem.
But the old curator was talking about Jiang Qinian, so even if he caused the old curator's dissatisfaction and was demoted and punished, he would never say this.
After all, he was the old curator's right-hand man. Even if he had no merit over the years, he had worked hard. No matter how dissatisfied the old curator was with him, he would never be able to kill him.
But if he desperately seeks trouble for Jiang Qinian, his final fate will probably be even worse than that of Xue Yi.
The vitality of monks in the Supreme Divine Realm is extremely powerful. This sentence is like farting in front of Jiang Qinian and is unconvincing.
How's Xue's performance going?
As a person cultivated by the old curator with all his efforts, even if he is just a puppet, he is enough to look down upon the world and overwhelm the peerless geniuses in the same realm.
But after facing Jiang Qinian, he also saw the outcome.
A good heir is almost turned into a zombie now. He only knows how to eat and drink all day long, and he yells whenever anything happens. How can he still see the slightest bit of demeanor and dignity of a funeral parlor heir?
Is Xue Yi too weak?
Of course not.
To be chosen by the old curator as his successor to walk the world in his stead, Xue Yi's strength was one of the best even in ancient times.
But so what?
In front of Jiang Qinian, all living beings are equal. If you want inequality, then I will make you equal!!
It’s just so unreasonable!
When Lin Nanzhi was there, the people at the funeral home were so pressed that they couldn't even lift their heads.
When Lin Nanzhi was away, the people at the funeral home still couldn't lift their heads.
The mountain pressing on their heads has changed, but their situation has not changed.
Therefore, even if Si Ming was given a hundred courages, he would not dare to confront Jiang Qinian.
Seeing that he still refused to speak, the old curator just sighed in the end, but did not force Siming to do anything.
Perhaps the old curator himself knew that even if he forced Siming to hunt Jiang Qinian, the final result would be nothing more than a death. A master like Siming would have a greater effect if he was placed elsewhere to shine.
There is no need to make random arrangements to go out and die.
As for Jiang Qinian......
Forget it, the old curator is already numb.
Let him go and toss as much as he likes. When his plan is completed, Jiang Qinian will probably not be able to survive for a few days. By then, Jiang Qinian will be dead and Lin Nanzhi will be trapped. The world is not yet his.
?
A little impatience will mess up a big plan. If you don’t want to endure it... you have to endure it!!
Thinking of this, the old curator couldn't help but sigh. He seemed to have sighed more frequently recently than he had in the past thousands of years combined, which couldn't help but give him a headache.
There was no other way. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, then ordered to Siming:
"Si Ming."
"The humble duty is here."
"Just wait here, I'll come when I go.
After all, he is the apprentice who has spent countless efforts, so let’s treat it as the final farewell.”
Hearing this, Siming couldn't help but tremble.
Of course he knew what the old director meant by saying goodbye, but he didn't dare to say anything more. After nodding, he stepped aside knowingly and sealed his ears.
The soundproofing effect of the room in this funeral parlor is average. If he hears something he shouldn't hear, he will have to shed a layer of skin even if he doesn't die.
Seeing that Siming was so sensible, the old director's gloomy mood finally improved. He nodded with satisfaction, then opened the door and walked into the room.
The room was dark, and the smell of fresh persimmons mixed with the black mist, making the old curator frown.
Xue Yi lay on the ground like a dead dog. It could be seen from the slight rise and fall of his body that he was still alive. He was probably just tired at the moment. Even if he heard someone entering the room, he just raised his eyelids and then ignored him.
, as if giving up the struggle.
"How many persimmons did you eat?"
The old director was becoming more and more dissatisfied with Xue Yishi. The persimmons in the funeral parlor were naturally not ordinary persimmons. They would be of great use to him in the future. Usually, his subordinates would only give one or two rewards if they did a good job. However,
Now the smell in Xue Yi's room is so strong that he has to eat hundreds of them!!
To be honest, the old curator wanted to refine Xue Yi into a persimmon right away, but he thought that Xue Yi had other uses, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart.
But even so, the beating veins on his forehead are enough to prove the anger inside the old curator...
Xue Yiben didn't pay attention to it at first, but after he heard who the speaker was, he didn't know where the strength came from. He forcibly climbed up from the ground. In just the blink of an eye, he climbed to the old curator's side.
At his feet, he began to cry bitterly.
"Master!! Master!!!
You are finally back!!
That slave Si Ming wants to seek power and usurp the throne while you are away!!
He spoke rudely to me! He also wants to use this to monopolize power! Take the foundation you have created over the past thousands of years as his own!!
It’s good that you’re back! It’s good that you’re back!!
Kill him! Peel off his skin and cramp his muscles! Make his heart into a persimmon!! Let him never escape forever!!
Go quickly, go quickly!!
Kill that slave! I want him to die badly!!!"
Xue Yi was like a madman, his bloodshot eyes were full of hope. He hoped that what Si Ming said was false, and that the old curator was still his master and would support him and make the final decision to save Si Ming, the rebellious beast.
The animal was cut into pieces!!
But as the corner of the old curator's mouth was raised a little bit, Xue Yi's heart finally fell to the bottom!!
Although I don't want to admit it, the fact is... He is finished!!
"My good disciple, since that slave Si Ming has rebellious intentions, as the master, why can't you stop him from committing crimes?"
To be honest, the old curator is not a person who likes to do everything by himself. Since he has subordinates, he can just leave many things to his subordinates. He will have leisure, and his subordinates will also get credit. Both parties will benefit from each other.
Everyone is happy.
So he actually gave Xue a chance.
Even though Xue Yi's performance after the defeat made him feel disappointed, as a good master who wholeheartedly considers his apprentice, he is still willing to give Xue Yi a chance to prove himself.
It's just... Xue Yi didn't grasp it, so who can he blame?