Urban Demon Slayer

"boom!"

Wang Qianchen made a direct chop and trampled the bricks under his feet, and then said: "Mr. Zhou, please continue talking!"

Zhou Junxian, who had turned around and fled more than ten meters away, turned around, walked slowly to Wang Qianchen, gently kicked the bricks with his feet, and said domineeringly: "Monster, do you really think that I am afraid of you? That's because I don't know." I’m willing to argue with you!”

Li Qianqiu and others: "..."

"Mr. Zhou, can Captain Zhao really be resurrected?" Wang Qianchen asked again. When he learned the news, he was as excited as the other demon slayers!

"... If it was a hundred years ago, based on my friendship with Lord Yama, it would not be a problem to add ten or twenty years to Zhao Zhe's life! Now, it is indeed more difficult..." Zhou Junxian looked meaningfully Looking at Wang Qianchen, he stopped talking.

"You just said that I am the key to resurrecting Captain Zhao? What do you mean?" Wang Qianchen asked.

Li Qianqiu and others also looked at Zhou Junxian expectantly.

Zhou Junxian turned to look at everyone, and finally

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly: "It is not convenient for me to reveal the specific details, but I can assure you that if anyone in this world can resurrect Zhao Zhe, then this person must be Wang Qianchen! Of course, the first prerequisite is to let him join [Zhan] Monster] this organization!”

Li Qianqiu and others looked at each other, obviously discussing with their eyes.

"Mr. Zhou, we definitely believe you." Finally, Li Qianqiu took the initiative to speak: "If Captain Zhao can be resurrected, we will definitely be willing to cooperate! But he has a demonic aura and his identity is unclear, so the senior management may not agree..."

"Don't worry about this. Just go ahead and write the application. I will also write a letter of recommendation! In addition, Zhao Zhe's body must be preserved. I will also use the soul-locking lamp to lock his three souls and seven souls!" After Zhou Junxian finished speaking, he jumped on the truck, pushed open the coffin lid, took out a small oil lamp, swung it over Zhao Zhe's body, and murmured some unknown spells.

In just ten seconds, there was indeed a faint aura.

He entered the oil lamp, and then a small yellow flame ignited on the oil lamp.

"Okay, let's find a place to keep Zhao Zhe's body." Zhou Junxian carefully put away the soul-locking lamp and jumped out of the car.

"Mr. Zhou, thank you!" Li Qianqiu and others looked excited.

"You're welcome!" Zhou Junxian waved his hand and said to Wang Qianchen: "Come back to the City God's Temple with me. I have something to tell you!"

"Okay." Wang Qianchen directly picked up the bricks and put them into his back without any hesitation.

"You guys should be busy as you please, I'll take him away first!" Zhou Junxian took Wang Qianchen's arm and quickly left Zhezhe's car wash.

…

on the road.

Zhou Junxian and Wang Qianchen trotted all the way.

"Mr. Zhou, why are we running?" Wang Qianchen asked puzzledly.

"Didn't you say you should go back to the City God's Temple?" Zhou Junxian was panting from exhaustion, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"...Then why don't we take a taxi?" Wang Qianchen was actually a little better. He didn't feel very tired.

It's a bit difficult to watch Zhou Junxian.

"I don't have your mortal money!" Zhou Junxian shook his head and continued to run forward with his arms swung.

"...I do!" Wang Qianchen stopped helplessly.

Five minutes later, the two successfully hailed a taxi.

"You didn't tell me you were rich!" Sitting in the taxi, Zhou Junxian was still panting, his face as red as if he had been slapped several times.

"...You didn't even ask me!" Wang Qianchen held his forehead helplessly.

Twenty minutes later, the two finally arrived at the Chenghuang Temple.

Coincidentally, someone happened to be burning incense in the temple, and a woman knelt in front of the statue and prayed silently: "Master Zhou, please let my husband change his mind. He is obsessed with that vixen..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou is off work today." Zhou Junxian said, rubbing his hands beside him.

"Crazy, are you Mr. Zhou?" The woman rolled her eyes, got up, packed her things and left.

Zhou Junxian took off his hat and mask, and took some bread from the altar table.

He sat on the ground and started eating.

"Mr. Zhou, to be honest, you have really subverted my imagination of God..." Wang Qianchen smiled bitterly and also sat on the ground.

"What do you think God should be like, aloof and inhumane? Hehe, it's all pretending. God is also a human being. Humans have seven emotions and six desires, such as greed, anger, ignorance, love, hate, evil, and desire. There are a lot of them!" In a short time, Zhou Junxian finished a few pieces of bread.

"Mr. Zhou, how do you resurrect Captain Zhao?" Wang Qianchen asked again.

"Join the Demon Slayer, time will tell you the answer." Zhou Junxian said with deep eyes.

"Really?" Wang Qianchen was a little confused. Logically speaking, he shouldn't doubt a god, but the god Zhou Junxian was a bit... not very reliable.

"It's really possible!" Zhou Junxian nodded firmly.

"Then if I can resurrect Captain Zhao, can I also resurrect Zhao Mingquan and Song Bo?" Wang Qianchen asked again. The death of these two people was also the lingering pain in his heart.

(End of chapter)