Chapter 506 I Will Go to Your Grave to Drink

A small town on the edge.

The old turtle was lying on the hospital bed, no different from an ordinary old human 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 it that he took the risk of returning after leaving.

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 Master's Mansion. He knew that he was getting old, so he kept clamoring to find a place to retire. He went to the Imperial Master's Mansion also for the purpose of retirement. It was the same with Wu Chong later, 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 thinking about it. The realm of the Demon King can be reached just by thinking. It requires extraordinary qualifications and unparalleled opportunities to achieve it. There was only one national master in an area as big as Chen State, and there were no rumors of the Demon King for so many years. You 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.

In a daze, he seemed to see a familiar old friend falling from the sky with a demonic cloud, turning into a familiar face and walking towards him. He was really coming!

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 landed there, but he didn't expect that he would meet Old Turtle's death by chance.

"Why haven't you changed anything?"

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 explains the turtle monster's longevity.

Old Turtle has lived until now, and his lifespan is already infinitely close to the thousand-year mark. If he cannot break through to the realm of the Demon King, the essence of life will constrain him.

"Don't worry, I will go to your grave to drink two jugs of wine during the 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 did not waste any more time tormenting the other party and let him go quietly.

Hearing these words, the old ghost who was already Xumi almost spit out his blood. He still remembered this sentence. Wu Chong had told him when he was still in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, but at that time he thought that he was a turtle and would be able to survive the other party. Now it seems that he was still hasty.

‘Are you a turtle or am I a turtle? You are a big herring, why can you survive 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 cry 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 he has very few sons. The half-demon bloodline is sealed and is no different from ordinary people. The people crying outside were all grandchildren. Wu Chong noticed a middle-aged man who was crying particularly violently. This man's appearance vaguely resembled the snot-nosed kid 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 Turtle. Now that Old Turtle is gone, it is like the sky has collapsed. Huzi, who vaguely knew that Wu Chong was powerful, acted miserably on the spot. It had to be said that this kid was still the same thief as he was when he was a child.

"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 Hu Zi 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."

Huzi was overjoyed and kowtowed several times to Wu Chong in mourning. Wu Chong also accepted it calmly, and his 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 Old Man Turtle's death 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, dealing with such trivial matters is no different from hitting 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 something strange. 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 lifetime for many people.

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 monsters were gathered back, creating a group of new nobles. The short vacancy also gave Chen Guo, who 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 come and go wear silk and appear in these places, giving a scene of prosperity. But these are only superficial.

Walking in the capital, Wu Chong saw many shabby houses, beggars on the streets, and frozen corpses. And those luxurious lives are only separated from them by a wall.

He no longer has much emotional fluctuations in this cyclical social change. Society is always like this, and it goes round and round. Personal power can change things for a while, 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 is no longer called Diziyuan, and has been renamed 'Shangwuyuan'. A group of little kids were practicing martial arts inside.

"The first priority is to find the devil's will."

After Wu Chong searched the prime minister's house inside and outside, 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 at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Wu Chong had a smile on his lips.

Aren't they all acquaintances?

Counting the time, they are almost about to appear.