Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 115

When Lin Lan went downstairs and wandered around the large dining tables, she unexpectedly saw Wu Fan who was already drunk as mud on a chair.

"What's the matter? This guy is also drunk. Didn't this guy try to frame me just now?" Lin Lan was puzzled for a while, staring at Wu Fan who was lying on the table and kept snoring.

Could this guy be pretending to be drunk, or no one else would have done that!
She didn't have many enemies, Lin Lan stepped forward to confirm whether Wu Fan was pretending to sleep, grabbed Wu Fan's shoulder and started shaking.

As Wu Fan's body was being shaken non-stop, a room card fell out from the inner pocket of his jacket near his chest.

Lin Lan took a closer look, and sure enough, the three numbers 301 were impressively engraved on the room card on the ground.

I will say it!

Now that Lin Lan understands what happened, there is nothing he can do to let go of Wu Fan, who keeps causing trouble for him.

"Well, you Wu Fan, there are so many people, why do you hate me for ruining your dirty good deeds, since you like doing dirty things in secret so much, I will make you remember it! "After Lin Lan finished speaking, she was about to carry the drunk Wu Fan upstairs.

At first, he just wanted to throw Wu Fan naked on the street and let the other party die, but when he thought about it, that would be too advantageous for the other party.

So Lin Lan carried Wu Fan back to room 301 with difficulty, and tucked him into the bed regardless of the other party's struggle.

But just after completing this action, Lin Lan heard many footsteps coming from the corridor.

How should I leave now?
Lin Lan anxiously walked to the window, only to remember that this is the ninth floor.

I secretly felt that something was wrong, and when I panicked, I suddenly thought that I still had one merit point that was useless.

Although I don't know if the method will work or not, but the situation is urgent now, so I can only try.

With Lin Lan's thoughts, a simple and simple sword with a shining blade appeared in front of him and floated in the air.

Lin Lan didn't know how to use this thing, but subconsciously grasped this sword, which was called a middle-grade aura in another world, and the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared.

He only felt very mysterious, his whole body was just like being electrocuted, he trembled, and felt something extra in his mind.

When the footsteps outside the house gradually stopped at the door, Lin Lan mustered up her courage, stepped on the flying sword and jumped from the window.

Fortunately, the system did not trap Lin Lan. This spirit weapon confiscated by the system from another world was powerful enough to let Lin Lan Yujian fly far away, until the empty green belt tens of thousands of meters away from the hotel. Watching Lin Lan fall lightly like a leaf.

Lin Lan finally returned to a safe place, and he couldn't help sweating on his forehead. It seems that the treasures of cultivators are not so easy to control. Although he has established a certain connection with the sword through his consciousness, but he flew such a small distance. Just feel dizzy.

If it is forced to control, I'm afraid it will become the same as fatigue driving, and I guess I will turn over and die.

On the side of room 301 of the hotel, two waves of unidentified people came one after another, and finally the door of the room was finally opened.

When the assistant who left before saw Wu Fan being pulled up from the bed and being slapped one after another by a pair of fierce men and women, and there were several reporters around with cameras taking pictures, his brain was completely disconnected.

"Damn it, return my daughter's innocence, a man with a brutal face!" The woman slapped Wu Fan's face while yelling.

In the end, the man who grabbed Wu Fan was exhausted, and Wu Fan's body fell on the carpet like mud.

The next day, Wu Fan's ugly deeds hit the headlines of various media. Not only was his reputation ruined, his acting career ended, but he also lost his freedom for a long time.

In an office, Lin Lan watched the ending of Wu Fan on the Internet, and couldn't help slapping her chest with a little fear.

Fortunately, when he went to the wine bureau last night, he prepared the hangover medicine very carefully, and it played a role at the critical moment, otherwise he would end up with Wu Fan.

He originally only had about five years to live. If he lost his personal freedom, the feeling of despair would be beyond his imagination.

After escaping the catastrophe, Lin Lan finally realized the horror and danger of the human heart, and he couldn't help but walked out of his office with a heavy heart.

Life is so short, why worry about the things that bother you?
Came to the playground, walked around a few big trees, listened to the cries of sparrows standing on the nearby telephone poles, and a few noises from the students, feeling the afterglow of the afternoon sun on the face, Lin Lan couldn't help sighing: It feels so good to be alive and to be free!
stare!
System: Congratulations to the host for receiving a funeral order from an unknown world, do you choose to accept it?!
Lin Lan just wanted to get out of the campus and go to a milk tea shop on the street outside to buy a cup of milk tea to warm her body. By the way, she chatted with the only clerk and told about the interesting news she saw recently. A reminder came.

It turned out to be a funeral order from another world?
Do you want to accept it yourself?

What if I go to a different world where I'm not familiar with, and I can't come back?
It was hard for him to feel the preciousness of life.

Lin Lan frowned. Although it was a bit scary to explore the world alone, he hesitated and decided to accept it.

After all, in order to give himself a chance to survive, he must cherish every opportunity to fight back against fate.

"System, I want to accept!"

Lin Lan's eyes turned cold, and she said cruelly.

In the next table, after the system received Lin Lan's affirmation and response, Lin Lan felt like her ears had been caught in a strong wind.

The scenery in front of his eyes swayed for a while, and when Lin Lan's vision recovered again, he realized that the place in front of him was no longer the playground where he was just now.

"My old ancestor! You died so badly! Damn the Li family!"

A scream accompanied by howling came to Lin Lan's ears.

As soon as Lin Lan heard the voice, the owner of the voice must be her client, so turning around in a circle, Lin Lan finally saw a simple one-story house with a mourning hall inside.

Walking into the room, there were people kneeling on the floor in very strange clothes, all with long hair.

This group of people had very keen senses. As soon as Lin Lan walked to the door, they all turned around and stared at Lin Lan.

Lin Lan was chilled all over by these gazes, what would these people do to him?
Lin Lan suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and his intuition told him not to show fearful expressions when facing unknown dangerous animals and people.

Just like that, Lin Lan and the other party stared at each other for a few breaths.

Suddenly, one of them, a long-haired man in a white robe who looked younger, came to Lin Lan's right with a flash of change.

Just when Lin Lan couldn't help but summon the spiritual weapon in his pocket that was the size of an embroidery needle to attack the opponent, the man spread out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation.

(End of this chapter)