Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 32. I took him down!
Jiangdu City, a well-known private hospital.

The SVIP ward was dimly lit.

"Dad, be careful, it's hot."

Sun Qingcang scooped up a spoonful of warm porridge and carefully brought it to his father's lips.

Sun Dechang swallowed a few mouthfuls and gently waved his hand: "That's enough, I'm full."

His gaze slowly swept over his son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter in front of the hospital bed, a ripple of emotion appearing in his aged eyes.

"I thought today was my last day, but who would have thought... that I would be the one pushed back by the King of Hell."

He smiled weakly: "Qing Cang, you must thank that young man properly. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even have had time to say my last words."

"Dad, what are you saying? What do you mean by funeral arrangements? The King of Hell said that as long as we recruit a thousand believers, he will grant you five years of life in one go."

Sun Qingcang said firmly, "Rest assured, no matter what means I have to use, I will definitely get these thousand incense offerings!"

Sun Xingwen, who was standing nearby, immediately chimed in: "Grandpa, I'm going to find my classmates tomorrow! Anyone who doesn't show sincerity, I'll beat them until they do!"

Sun Dechang smiled, but was very open-minded: "It's not that easy. That's the underworld, not the heavenly court. Some things can't be forced. But I'm already very satisfied to be able to live a few more days and see you all."

As he spoke, he looked at Sun Yourong and said, "It's just a pity that Grandpa probably won't be able to see the day my precious granddaughter gets married."

Sun Yourong burst into tears on the spot, clenching her fists and saying, "Grandpa, don't be discouraged, there's always a way!"

Beside her, Madam Song wiped away her tears: "Xiao Rong is right, there's always a way! Even if things don't go well, we still have four people here, at least... at least we can keep Dad alive for another half a month!"

As Sun Qingcang listened, his heart grew heavier. He was well aware of the difficulties of this path of "incense offerings".

Even though Lu Chen promised to do his best to help, how easy is it to reach a thousand?
In this vast sea of ​​people, where can we find these thousand people who sincerely believe in the netherworld?

Just then, a crisp cell phone ring broke the silence of the ward.

Sun Yourong picked up her phone, her gaze sharpening: "Lu Chen?"

Sun Qingcang's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned around abruptly: "Answer it quickly! Put it on speakerphone!"

Sun Yourong nodded, answered the phone, and turned on speakerphone: "Mr. Lu?"

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, Miss Sun."

"You're too kind. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

Upon hearing that they were asking for help...

The glimmer of hope that had just ignited in their eyes dimmed.

They had originally hoped that Lu Chen would bring some good news, such as attracting a few more pilgrims.

Sun Yourong paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, tell me, what do you need us to do?"

"I'd like you to help me find a few buses to drive to our Nanshan community tomorrow. After I came back, I explained the situation to the neighbors and did some persuasion. Now, all of our more than 100 residents really want to go to the temple to worship Yama, so I'd appreciate it if you could find a few buses and be responsible for round-trip transportation tomorrow morning."

“Bang!”

The bowl in Sun Qingcang's hand suddenly slipped and shattered on the ground.

"What was that sound? Did something fall?" Lu Chen asked in confusion on the other end of the phone.

The next second, Sun Qingcang practically snatched the phone away, his voice trembling with excitement: "Xiao Chen! It's me, Uncle Sun! You just said... more than a hundred people?!"

"Good evening, Uncle Sun. Yes, to be precise, there are 109."

As soon as these words came out.

The entire ward fell into a deathly silence!

All that remained was the frantic pounding of the heart, like a rapid drumbeat.

Sun Qingcang trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

This dignified fifth-grade spiritual master, one of the top five strongest in Jiangdu City, was now so trembling that he could barely hold his phone.

He said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Chen, Uncle Sun thanks you! The Sun family will forever remember your great kindness!"

Lu Chen chuckled: "You flatter me, Uncle Sun. This is simply my duty. It's settled then. See you at the entrance of our community at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"See you there!!"

hang up the phone.

The Sun family members looked at each other in bewilderment.

Song muttered as she calculated, "If one pilgrim takes three days, then 109 would be..."

Sun Yourong gave the answer directly: "327 days! Almost a year!"

hum! ! !
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

At this moment, my heart was completely ignited!

Sun Xingwen swallowed hard several times, almost spitting out each word as he said, "This...this Mr. Lu, is he even human?! How can a human be so defying the heavens?!"

Faced with the sudden extra year of life, Sun Dechang was equally excited, his chest heaving violently. He let out a long sigh and exclaimed with deep emotion, "This boy is no ordinary person!"

The Sun family members all felt their pupils shrink and their hearts surge with emotion.

Especially Sun Yourong!
While they are still calculating how to break the deadlock.

Lu Chen, on the other hand, casually took a big step forward. Not just one, two, or three.

There are a full 109!
Thinking back on everything that happened to Lu Chen today...
She has countless suitors and is Jiangdu City's undisputed number one goddess.

A strange, unprecedented emotion flickered involuntarily in her eyes...

……

"Should we talk to your brother again?"

On the other end, Lu Chen, after hanging up the phone, noticed that it was getting late.

But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

After all, her parents and younger sister need to rest.

The house has poor soundproofing; if he talks, his parents will probably be unable to sleep.

"Never mind, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yawning, Lu Chen stretched and got up to wash and go to bed.

Today really exhausted him.

……

"Wow!"

In the dead of night, Jiangdu City was suddenly hit by a torrential downpour.

The Zhao family, one of the four great families.

A fleet of luxury cars came to a silent stop.

Butler Zhao Zhihong was already holding an umbrella, waiting bowing in the rain.

"Young Master, you're back."

A handsome young man, but with a sinister look hidden deep in his eyes, slowly stepped out of the car.

Dense raindrops fell, but were quietly repelled by an invisible wall of energy as they approached his body. On the wall of energy, faint arcs of lightning could even be seen jumping and flashing.

Zhao Zhihong quickly brought the umbrella closer.

The young master of the Zhao family gave him a deep look, then casually patted his shoulder, his voice tinged with amusement:
"Zhihong, you said on the phone that the old master of the Sun family, who was supposed to die, was saved by an unknown young man?"

Zhao Zhihong replied with extreme obsequiousness, "Young Master, that is indeed the case."

"You also said that the 'God of Wealth' statue was taken back by that kid?"

"Yes...yes, young master!"

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of the man's lips: "Zhihong, I think you're getting more and more regressive. Didn't I tell you before I left? If the people the Sun family finds don't work, then it has to be me who saves Old Master Sun."

I told you to wait for me to return so I could personally deliver the Longevity Pill to Yourong. And what did you do...? Not only did you botch the job, but knowing full well that they had a predestined connection, you even had someone invite the God of Wealth back?

"I think you're getting worse and worse at handling things."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhihong's face turned deathly pale.

With a "plop," he knelt down in the cold rain.

"I have failed in my duty, please forgive me, young master!"

The torrential rain soaked Zhao Zhihong instantly, leaving him in a sorry state.

The young man squatted down and gently patted Zhao Zhihong's wet cheeks, as if he were teasing a dog.

"Forgive me? How can I forgive you? Come, tell me~"

"Woof, woof woof~"

Zhao Zhihong suddenly started barking like a madman, and his imitation was remarkably lifelike.

Unexpectedly, the young master of the Zhao family seemed to have heard something extremely interesting and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Great! You've imitated it much better this time!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked into the mansion without looking back.

The laughter sounded particularly eerie and morbid in the dark, rainy night.

"Remember, put this kid on my 'watch list.' If necessary..."

He paused, turning half his face slightly to the side; in the shadows, his eyes were as cold as knives.

"Kill him!"

"But young master, what about the Sun family..."

"Hmm?!" came a displeased snort.

Zhao Zhihong trembled and immediately lowered his body: "Yes! I understand! Woof woof! Woof woof woof!"

The young master of the Zhao family burst into another hearty laugh:

"Great! Great dog! Hahaha!!"

(End of this chapter)