Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 241 Where did this brat come from, daring to steal my power?

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, stammering:
"The Emperor of Fengdu?"

"Master, he's your boss!"

Dong Xiaoyu was also stunned, her face full of disbelief: "So you're the boss of the Underworld?"

Roger stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of authority.

He said calmly, "Shh, keep your voice down."

"I have come to the human world incognito to experience the life of a cultivator at the grassroots level."

"Don't go around spreading rumors, or it will make it inconvenient for me to pick up girls... uh, I mean, it will make it inconvenient for me to understand the people's situation."

Uncle Nine stood there, carefully examining Roger.

Ok……

It does have a bit of an aura of an underworld emperor; it doesn't seem fake.

But he still didn't believe it.

Was Roger the Emperor of Fengdu?
how can that be!

After all, Uncle Nine is someone who has been to the underworld!
Not only did he go there, but he also had a formal position and a government post.

He was one of the managers of the underworld's ghost money printing factory, specifically responsible for stabilizing the underworld's economy.

Even his own salary was printed by himself.

Although he was a low-ranking official with little power, he had never seen the Emperor of Fengdu in person, but he had seen many portraits of him.

Among the patriarchs of Maoshan throughout history, several served as advisors in the underworld.

How could the person before me possibly be the Emperor of Fengdu?

But that aura of status couldn't be faked.

Uncle Nine was completely baffled.

Who is this guy?
Could he be a relative of the Emperor of Fengdu?

Cousin?

son?

They won't make things difficult for themselves, will they?

Uncle Nine didn't want to lose the lucrative position of a senior executive at the Underworld Bank.

Otherwise, how can he be a rich man after he passes away and goes to the underworld?
Uncle Nine asked tentatively:
"Mr. Luo, are you really the Emperor of Fengdu?"

Roger nodded, his tone calm: "The real deal."

Uncle Nine fell silent.

He suddenly realized a problem:
Although their time together was short, Roger was truly not someone who could be understood using common sense.

This guy is sometimes a foreign monk, sometimes a practitioner of traditional magic, and now he calls himself the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

Is it possible...

Is he the kind of foolish son of a leader, using his father's official seal to show off?
Just as Uncle Nine was feeling uneasy, Roger's expression suddenly changed, and his gaze narrowed slightly.

broken!

His connection with the underworld was severed.

It's not that the signal is bad, it's that the connection is completely lost.

Roger could sense that someone had already taken the throne of the Fengdu Emperor.

He came late.

Simply put, the underworld no longer loves Roger.

They are no longer like family.

Although Roger still retains the power of the Fengdu Emperor's authority within him, this is due to the sharing mechanism of the Gray Fog Hall.

Roger's power did not come from the underworld, but from himself.

Suddenly, a strong sense of being watched came from all directions.

It was a gaze that came from the depths of the underworld, a gaze that seemed to see through life and death, and pierce through the yin and yang.

Roger immediately used his supernatural powers.

Return to heaven!

He gazed directly at the underworld, separated by countless layers of space.

Amidst a swirling aura of yin energy, a magnificent golden palace slowly emerged.

Inside the palace, a middle-aged man with a beard and a dignified face sat on the throne, calmly gazing down upon the world.

Although I don't recognize this uncle.

But Roger immediately recognized that the other party's aura was almost identical to his own.

He was the true Emperor of Fengdu.

It's over now.

The imposter met the real deal.

No, you're a bootleg. I'm the real Milk Dragon!
The two stared at each other across the void, as if engaged in a silent game of strategy.

The Emperor of Fengdu merely glanced at Roger, seemingly out of curiosity.

What kind of brat dares to steal my authority?

However, he did not immediately take action to suppress Roger.

Perhaps they sensed that Roger was very strong and that they couldn't defeat him.

So he simply said:
"Fellow Daoist, if you have time, you might as well come to the Underworld for tea."

The voice pierced through the realms of Yin and Yang, resounding directly in Roger's mind.

Roger replied with a smile, "Sure, next time for sure."

But I've already made up my mind.

I'd rather die than go.

Roger had been the boss of the underworld in other worlds, so he knew all too well the status of the Emperor of Fengdu.

That person is in charge of the underworld.

In the underworld, one can make one's words become law.

What if I really go to the underworld and am sent to the eighteenth level of hell as a jailer by his decree?
That would truly be luring someone into a trap.

However, Roger sensed it.

Perhaps it's because this world has a mixed worldview, and there isn't just one underworld.

Or rather, there isn't just one underworld.

Egypt has the underworld ruled by Osiris, Northern Europe has the land of the dead ruled by Hela, and there are even small underworlds operating secretly in some small countries.

The underworld is merely the largest of them.

Roger's lips curled up slightly.

Can't I steal a position in the underworld?

It's ok.

If all else fails, we can just smuggle it out and try our luck in another underworld.

He already had a plan in mind.

First, take over a small underworld and establish a foothold.

Then establish a transnational underworld group to win over underworld officials.

Finally, he kicked the Emperor of Fengdu out of the game and proclaimed himself the CEO of the Underworld.

Meanwhile, Uncle Nine, watching Roger's pensive and smiling demeanor, felt a strange chill run down his spine.

He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Luo, are you alright?"

Roger snapped out of his thoughts and smiled gently: "It's nothing, I just chatted with the boss of the underworld for a while."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine nearly choked on his own breath.

He stared wide-eyed, his face full of confusion: "Didn't you say you were the boss of the underworld?"

Roger coughed lightly and gave an awkward smile.

"Uncle Jiu, I actually lied to you."

"I am not the boss of the underworld, but I am very familiar with the boss of the underworld."

"There's a lot more to this than meets the eye, Uncle Jiu, you know what I mean."

Uncle Nine nodded repeatedly, countless thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant, as if he had already imagined an entire underworld palace drama.

This guy definitely has connections.

No wonder he can revive the dead so easily; it turns out he has connections.

Uncle Nine prayed silently in his heart.

May the patriarch protect me and prevent me from getting involved in this underworld palace intrigue.

I'm just a lowly clerk selling ghost money. Printing money is pretty good. I don't want to lose my job, nor do I want a promotion.

Qiu Sheng, who was listening to their conversation, looked completely bewildered: "Master, what are you talking about?"

Dong Xiaoyu also chimed in: "So, you really are the boss of the underworld."

Roger laughed and explained, "It's nothing, just some trivial matters from the underground."

Uncle Nine said with a serious expression, "Qiu Sheng, remember one thing: loose lips sink ships. There are some things you can't ask, or I won't be able to protect you."

Qiu Sheng nodded immediately: "I will never dare to do it again."

Just then, Roger suddenly remembered something and turned to Uncle Nine, saying:
"By the way, Uncle Jiu, since we've come up with this topic, I'd like to ask you a question."

Uncle Nine looked at him warily: "What's the problem?"

Roger looked serious, his eyes gleaming with a seductive light:
Have you ever considered switching jobs and working under me?

Uncle Nine was taken aback: "Changing jobs?"

(End of this chapter)