God-level funeral system

After teaching Qinglong Boxing in the martial arts hall for several days, Zhang Chuan has become familiar with everyone.

Chen Ming looks fierce on the outside, but in fact he is delicate on the inside. He often feeds food to the passing birds and animals.

He Nianmeng seldom actively communicates with others, but he treats them extremely well. The bread that Zhang Chuan was gnawing on was the one he took the initiative to grab.

As for the owner of the Four Elephants Martial Arts Gym, Tie Cheng, although he is a bold person, he often goes out, so he seldom sees each other.

On this day, Zhang Chuan, who had just finished teaching boxing, was on his way home.

The evening sun shone on his body, and the soft light hit his face.

"Host, what should we eat next? Let me think about it, should it be ramen or snacks." The system sitting on Zhang Chuan's shoulder has already made plans to cook.

"Go to sleep, there is everything in the dream." He walked towards the medicine shop, because he was in the martial arts gym, so everyone also had exchanges on martial arts.

Tie Cheng, the owner of the hall, is very good at hard work, so Zhang Chuan specially learned some sutras from him.

The other party didn't keep it secret, but passed on the experience generously - it was the Turtle Back Kung Fu.

The so-called turtle back naturally makes the surface of the body as hard as a turtle shell to resist attacks.

At the same time, Tiecheng also gave him a prescription, and after practicing the Turtle Back Kung Fu, it would be more effective to cooperate with the medicine bath.

After several days of continuous practice, the surface of the body has been covered with a thin film, which is the performance of entry.

But medicated baths are not cheap, and as his appetite increases, the expenses also increase. Even if the daily salary of the martial arts school is high, it still cannot make ends meet.

"No, host, I'm so hungry."

Glancing at the system that was rubbing its belly and flashing its big eyes, Zhang Chuan decided to ignore her.

In the past few days, I have been eating and drinking all over the place, and I have become a big eater. How can I have any spare money to feed this rice bug? It eats more than I can eat!

"Host, why don't I look for a free store?" Eyes lit up, the system suddenly suggested.

"Do you think there are any shops here that are willing to let us in?" Zhang Chuan was helpless. All the cafeterias in Pisces City were blocked by the Big Eater Competition. When they saw him, they immediately closed the door. No more business.

When I walked in the door, I smelled a strong smell of herbs. The boss who sat behind the counter and read the newspaper got up quickly when he saw that it was him.

"Guest, or as usual?" Futai's face was huddled like a chrysanthemum.

Seeing Zhang Chuan nodded, he handed him a medicinal material wrapped in oil paper.

After receiving the medicinal materials, Zhang Chuan took them home.

......

"Ugh~ It tastes terrible." Sitting next to him, the system made a sad face and stuck out his tongue, biting the medicinal material in his mouth.

"Stop playing around and put the medicine in quickly." Steam was rising in the tub. Zhang Chuan sat cross-legged in it, his red and swollen skin absorbing the medicine.

Next to it is the opened oil paper, and the system puts the medicinal materials inside into the bathtub in order.

Zhang Chuan's expression was a little painful. During the process of absorbing the effect of the medicine, his body was burning hot, as if ants were biting on it.

No wonder there are so few people who learn hard skills, not only because the results are slow, but also, if you want to practice hard skills, you must suffer.

The blue hot water in the basin gradually became transparent, Zhang Chuan exhaled, "Cool!"

This shocked the system and almost fell into the water. "Host, are you addicted to abuse?" She looked at Zhang Chuan with suspicion, wondering whether her host had a special hobby.

Turtle back skill, of course, is to use rattan to hit the whole body, and then to use sticks.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Chuan felt itchy skin when he stood up, which meant that his turtle back was almost done.

He slightly scratched the skin with a sharp object, leaving only a shallow white mark.

Although he has not yet reached a great level of practice, it only took a few days of effort to achieve a small success. He is already very satisfied with such results.

"Host, host, there are guests again!" At this moment, the system hurriedly shouted to itself, "Would you like to take a look?"

oh?It seems that good things come in pairs today, he has already made plans to make a lot of money.

......

Above the fog, in a small building.

After changing the mask and clothes, he nodded to the system, and the door was slowly opened.

However, no one came in.

what happened?After Zhang Chuan and the system looked at each other, they walked towards the door.

A burst of laughter and slapstick came into my ears.

"Ah - why do these have no taste?"

I saw a yellow sponge and pink starfish sucking mist towards the mouth.

"Wait, Pai Daxing, it seems that someone is coming."

The sponge in a red tie, white shirt and brown shorts poked the starfish in a pair of Hawaiian-style beach shorts with his arm.

"Uh, don't bother me eating." Starfish, who was still sucking at the air, ignored him.

"SpongeBob and Patrick!?"

Even Zhang Chuan was dumbfounded for a moment, is this pair of living treasures new guests?

After repeatedly looking at the nervous Sponge and the dumb starfish, he couldn't imagine that these two people looked like they were rich.

"Do you know us?" Looking at the man with the golden mask in front of him, SpongeBob SquarePants said hastily.

"Of course, I am Lord Yan, and I know everything." Trying my best to put on a majestic look, I moved my face closer.

But only SpongeBob SquarePants looked a little scared, and the starfish next to him turned a blind eye to him.

"Hey, system, aren't you playing with me?" He whispered to the system that had turned into a book, "Has anyone died in SpongeBob SquarePants?"

"Host, you are lucky." The system's voice was full of surprise, and the pages of the book turned accordingly, "This is the child of the world. If you meet his requirements, you can get precious things."

Children of the world?I looked at the yellow sponge and saw that it was indeed the protagonist in the animation.

"So what's your wish?" Zhang Chuan suppressed the excitement in his voice.

"I saw this advertisement." SpongeBob took out a flyer from his pocket.

【Do you want to have a mysterious past?Do you want to be honored after death?Santuchuan Funeral Shop, dedicated to creating a grand funeral for you, is worthy of your trust! 】

It was like a small advertisement on the street, which Zhang Chuan couldn't bear to look directly at.

"I want to give Squidward a big memorial ceremony," SpongeBob continued, "Squidward said he was dead."

Squidward is dead?Is there such a thing, isn't it just a rumor?

No matter what, it was hard for Zhang Chuan to refuse guests as long as they came.

"Of course there is no problem, but do you have any money?" Zhang Chuan stared closely at SpongeBob SquarePants, saw him dig in his pocket, and then took out a crumpled banknote.

"not enough."

"Pai Daxing, Pai Daxing, can you lend me some money?" SpongeBob SquarePants looked at Pai Daxing who was sitting next to him.

"Oh, okay, SpongeBob SquarePants." The pink starfish felt in his crotch, and randomly took out a steel coin.

"Is this okay?"

Looking at the 100 cents handed over, the veins on Zhang Chuan's forehead moved.