Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1909

Guo Xing has disappeared these past few days, and we haven't been able to find him. But that's not our top priority right now; we'll make a decision after he's found him. However, someone called me. We hadn't been in touch for a long time, but I recognized the voice immediately. Mo Qianning calmly said on the other end of the line, "I heard Sister Yue is back. I haven't sent anyone to pick her up yet. We've crossed paths before, living in the same city and walking the same streets. I know I'm far from your level, but we've still been in the same boat. Today, let's not talk about connections, just money. Name your price? Or I can treat you, and we can talk face-to-face." I knew why Mo Qianning was there. Simply put, it was about Wang Min. It turns out that after all these years, she still harbors resentment. That matter wasn't fully resolved; she could only see it in her dreams. But what dimension or method did it involve? We didn't know. What we needed now—was it to resurrect a dead person? Everyone couldn't help but ask me what had happened, so I gave a brief explanation. We split into two groups: me, Zhou Chuyuan, Wu Luansen, Lin Zhenfei, Mu Chen, Li Ruke, Liu Yu, and Wang Qi. We went to the appointment together, while the rest of us stayed behind to do whatever we wanted and keep an eye on Guo Xing's situation. Zhou Chuyuan asked me if it was possible for him to come back to life. I shook my head and said that it was essentially the same as creating a new body, but we couldn't create a new body. After all we'd been through, we'd only created two bodies, and those were all for special missions. Without a special mission and without any future help, just collecting money, I felt our funds already exceeded theirs, and there was no need to do something so useless unless she could impress me. Wu Luanshen pointed to the person in front and said, "Sister Yue, look, isn't that girl Mo Qianning? She's quite pretty, and her face suggests she's a blessed person. Actually, resurrecting that man isn't a good thing for her. If an ordinary person's lifespan is only a few decades, and that man is resurrected, he'll be an old man with only a few years left to live. Even if the ending is changed, if that man hadn't died, this girl would have had a hard time later. Do you think it's worth it?" I shook my head helplessly and said, "Let's not interfere in other people's lives. Haven't we all lived the first half of our lives? The second half is what we're going to experience. It's not something that fortune tellers can predict. If that man were you, would you want to continue living? Even if you wouldn't, I think you..." "My wife wouldn't think that way, would she? Everyone has a crucial turning point in life. Since we've become husband and wife, it means we have a strong spiritual connection. We've overcome countless obstacles to be together after all this time. It's not something we can easily break up or reconcile by interfering. Besides solving the problem, we should just observe and wait." After meeting, we all took our seats. Mo Qianning was quite humble and polite in front of me, which I knew was a common tactic for asking for favors. Then she poured herself a glass of wine, insisting on drinking with me first. Judging from her demeanor, she seemed to be a heavy drinker. I also remembered someone on our side. I smiled and finished my glass of wine first, then mentioned, "Sister Ning, I've heard you can drink a lot. We also have someone who can drink a lot here, Lin Zhenfei. Brother Fei, you should know him, right?" Since we're all in the same city, let's raise a glass first. Mo Qianning looked at Lin Zhenfei and smiled slightly: "Brother Fei, your hands look like you handle guns a lot! They're calloused." Lin Zhenfei smiled and poured Mo Qianning a full glass of baijiu, then poured himself a full glass as well: "That's right, bottoms up." Mo Qianning knew this was a test, since it was a wine glass, but she poured herself a full glass of baijiu. Watching Lin Zhenfei down his drink in one gulp, Mo Qianning wasn't going to be outdone. She tilted her head back and downed her glass too. I quickly stopped her: "Just a little bit is enough. I've helped with this. We're old friends with Sister Ning, no need to be so formal." Mo Qianning hadn't relaxed yet, clearly knowing I hadn't considered her an old friend from the start. Without any hesitation, she got straight to the point: "I want to ask a question, is it possible to bring someone back to life? You should know who I'm talking about, Wang Min, my husband."