Urban Medical God

After the discussion was settled, Ye Chen returned to the palace alone. He first used the reincarnation blood to dispel the resentment of the bronze ghost face, and then fell asleep with complicated emotions.

That night, Ye Chen felt that the world was spinning, and the whole world seemed to be distorted. Countless time, space, characters, cause and effect, and secrets were constantly changing.

Early the next morning, Ye Chen was woken up by a banging on the door.

"Hey, Ye Shitian, why don't you get up?"

"How long do you want to sleep? Today is the day when God is buried. Emperor Blood Moon treated you so well and passed on the Emperor's Golden Wheel and the Kingdom of Reincarnation to you. Don't you go to bury God in person?"

There was a rushing sound outside the door.

Ye Chen woke up, opened his eyes, and felt a splitting pain in his head, and countless memories were confused.

He took a deep breath before sorting out his memories, and found that the past timeline seemed to be distorted, and many memories poured into his mind out of thin air.

These memories are related to a person named Ye Shitian.

Ye Shitian is an elite disciple in the reincarnation camp. Because of his outstanding talent, he was given the name Ye Shitian by Ren Feifan.

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, because he discovered that in Ye Shitian's memory, he, Ye Chen, had died a few days ago.

The cause of death was what Ren Feifan had said. He died tragically due to the backlash from devouring Zhou Wuhuang, the curse of Zhou Mu Shen, and the side effects of modifying the outcome of the tribulation.

"Senior Ren has changed the past, am I already dead?"

Ye Chen was a little confused, and then he was surprised to find that the place he was in was no longer the reincarnation palace in the Shanghuang Tiangong, but an ordinary room where the disciples of the reincarnation camp lived.

The world line was modified, and even the place where Ye Chen was was changed accordingly. It was really weird.

"Hey, Ye Shitian, get up quickly!"

The banging on the door continued.

"coming."

Ye Chen responded, calmed down, took out the bronze ghost mask, put it firmly on his face, and looked at his clothes. Sure enough, he had also been changed and became the clothes of an ordinary disciple.

He pushed the door open and saw a fat man standing outside the door, who was also an ordinary disciple in the reincarnation camp.

A special memory naturally emerged in Ye Chen's mind. It was the memory of Ye Shitian. This little fat man's name was Liu Qiming, and he and Ye Shitian were brothers who grew up together.

But in fact, Ye Shitian does not exist, and Liu Qiming does not have this brother.

However, because Ren Feifan modified the past and created Ye Shitian out of thin air, all related world lines were changed.

"Wow, you are so handsome with this mask. The Blood Moon Emperor has been so kind to you. All the relics of the Emperor have been passed down to you."

Liu Qiming looked at Ye Chen's bronze ghost face, praised it repeatedly, and said with envy.

Many memories naturally came to Ye Chen's mind, that is, Ye Chen died and many relics were distributed by Ren Feifan, most of which were passed on to Ye Shitian.

So in the following days, although Ye Chen wore a mask, he did not need to deliberately conceal the magic weapon of reincarnation. He could use it freely without arousing suspicion.

Ren Feifan thought very carefully, and modified all the relevant world lines and causes and effects to perfection, ensuring that even if Ye Chen remained anonymous, his combat power would not be greatly restricted.

"Liu Qiming, is God really dead?"

Ye Chen was a little dazed and looked up at the world in front of him.

It was all so weird that he had never even felt it in his dreams.

I saw white flags, elegiac couplets, chrysanthemums and soul flowers hanging everywhere in the Shanghuang Palace. There were sounds of sorrow and joy in the distance, as well as bursts of crying. The sky was filled with ashes of burned paper, like clouds of sadness. It was like the ashes of the book of reincarnation, and the aftertaste of burning candle incense lingered in the air.

Ye Chen still remembered that yesterday, the Shanghuang Palace was still full of lights and colorful lights, celebrating his victory.

But he only slept for one night. When he woke up, the world was different. A funeral was being held in the Shanghuang Palace. It was a funeral for him, the Lord of Reincarnation.

Today is the day he was buried.

Liu Qiming listened to Ye Chen's words, sighed, and said: "Oh, no one can accept this. God is jealous of talents, God is unlucky, and our reincarnation camp has lost its backbone. I really don't know what to do in the future."

"I know you are sad, but if you want to inherit God's legacy, don't give up on yourself."

Ye Chen nodded, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Liu Qiming said: "Let's go, it's getting late, we have to go to the funeral for God."

Ye Chen said "hmm" and followed Liu Qiming to the square of Shanghuang Tiangong.

Arriving at the square, Ye Chen saw an extremely spectacular and shocking scene.

The entire square was filled with wreaths and elegiac couplets made from the Timeless Soul Flower.

Surrounded by thousands of flowers, Ye Chen saw his body placed in the center of the square.

Of course that was not his body, it was just Qinglian's clone in disguise.

But outsiders couldn't tell the difference at all and just thought he was dead.

Beside the corpse, women such as Xia Ruoxue, Wei Ying, Ji Siqing, Wu Yao, Shen Tu Wan'er, Ye Luo'er, etc., all dressed in plain clothes, wearing linen and mourning, cried together.

Thousands of reds cry, and thousands of beauties share the same sorrow.

Ye Chen's death made all the girls so heartbroken that they fainted from crying several times. If Grandpa Ye Chen and Buddha hadn't been watching, they might have followed Ye Chen and been buried directly.