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Chapter 574 Just Like This, Farewell
The funeral of the Prophet began on March 29, at 53:[-] pm, in the castle of Valletta, Malta.

Tang Ji was 3 minutes late, because he needed to have a good talk with the power seed of the previous generation of rage, and persuade it to stay in the box so as not to affect Wang Zhengdao's precise positioning. Even so, they deviated from the precise coordinates by more than ten kilometers.

When the fifth round of bells rang, Tang Ji rang the doorbell of the castle gate. At this time, the entire island of Malta was rained in a moderate amount, which was very suitable for saying goodbye.

When Tang Ji, Wang Zhengdao and Lust walked in, an ancient folk song named "Sound of Silence" spread throughout the building, which was chosen by the Prophet himself for funerals.

Mikkelsen, who was wearing a black suit, walked in the front. Six Mikkelsen in the same dress were carrying a wooden coffin, which contained the almost fragmented body of the prophet. The scene was solemn and solemn, but all of them had faces There was a hint of helplessness.

The moment Tang Ji saw the coffin again, his unsmiling face became like a layer of frost. The low air pressure made the surrounding low-level superhumans and ordinary people have to work hard to breathe.

Wang Zhengdao lowered his head and straightened his clothes. He had soaked in the sea for three days and three nights, and he looked very sloppy at this time, but he couldn't care about these anymore.

"Please." Wang Zhengdao stood in front of one of Mikkelsen and made a gesture of please. The other party silently stepped aside and let Wang Zhengdao carry the coffin together. He said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Annie hesitated for a moment and didn't go forward. Although she had known the Prophet a long time ago, the two of them had no direct communication. She just habitually searched for ready-made information from the Prophet on a regular basis, which was of the same nature as watching the news every day, so she kept silent. Standing behind Wu Qianying.

Tang Ji also took a step forward, intending to replace one of Mikkelsen, but was stopped by the leader Mikkelsen, who sighed: "You can't, she has other arrangements."

Tang Ji, who was carrying the seeds of the previous generation's rage power in one hand, was still under the influence of rage instinct at this time, and he lifted Mikkelsen into the air without saying a word.

"She said she has a surprise for you." Mikkelsen said weakly in the air.

"What surprise?" Tang Ji said the first sentence after coming in, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for several months.

"Da da!" The coffin lid was suddenly bounced off by a special catapult, and the prophet in the spirit state sat up from it in the state of a fake corpse: "Are you surprised?"

Rao was so angry that he almost strangled Mikkelsen in his hand at this moment. He really didn't expect that in such a serious occasion, someone would dare to give him such a surprise.

But the master of the prank was the protagonist of today's funeral, and no one could say no to her, so Tang Ji could only throw Mikkelsen aside and applauded mechanically.

Wu Qianying quietly threw the controller used to eject the coffin board into the nearby flowers, pretending that it had nothing to do with her.

As for Wang Zhengdao, his emotions hadn't caught up with the Prophet's surprise, and the expression on his face was neither happy nor sad, as if he had left home.

This is indeed the style of the Prophet. Many people are deceived by her appearance. Only Wu Qianying knows what kind of weird soul is hidden in that body. If there are no players and superhumans, maybe the Prophet will be that kind A troublemaker who makes everyone angry and laugh.

And there may never be any intersection between myself and her, this is the wonder of fate.

Wu Qianying applauded vigorously, and even let out an applause that didn't fit her personality, and then gently rubbed the corners of her eyes by bowing her head, so she didn't feel sorry for the old woman, she just felt that this prank was really good. funny.
"What's going on here?" Tang Ji asked after taking a deep breath.

"I'm not in good health. I can only think of other ways before you all come here." The spirit body of the prophet shrugged humanely, and just passed through directly under the coffin, standing in the five Between Mikkelsen and Wang Zhengdao, he pointed to a superhuman standing in the corner and introduced: "He can help me live for another 8 minutes in the form of a soul within 8 minutes after my death."

This was the first time Tang Ji saw the Prophet standing up, and it was also the first time he realized that the Prophet was a petite girl, perhaps not even 1.6 meters tall.

"Good job, old Wang, I will hand over the Ark organization to you in the future." The prophet's voice sounded a little sharper than before, with a little more confidence, although her soul still looked like it was about to shatter into pieces at any time , but at least it can be clearly seen that she is much younger than before.

"Okay." Wang Zhengdao nodded, looking at the alive and kicking prophet, trying to force a smile, but tears fell first: "I'm sorry, I'm late, I said I would accompany you through the last journey .”

"Why are you crying, am I fine now? If I hadn't died, I wouldn't even be able to say a last word." The Prophet floated up like an elf, equalized the height with Wang Zhengdao, and complained: "I'm so angry, I I earned so much money and didn’t spend it until I died, so it will be cheaper for you in the future, don’t make my mistake, spend what you need, don’t waste it, or you won’t rest in peace when you die!”

Perhaps in order to emphasize how firm his will was, the Prophet widened his eyes, which finally made Wang Zhengdao smile.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, it's really ugly for a big man to cry." The prophet left Wang Zhengdao with a handsome back, turned around and floated in front of Wu Qianying, showing off: "Look carefully, this is me, in terms of charm, You are far away! Well, now you can cry, I like to see female sluts cry, you have to shed a little more tears to be worthy of the legacy I left you!"

"Get out! Death is not clean!" Wu Qianying put on an expression of refusal to be thousands of miles away, with an ugly smile on her face and opened her arms: "Come, hug one, let you feel what a mature woman is mind."

"Now it's my turn to call you an old woman! Don't think I don't know that you have secretly adjusted your genes so that fat only grows where it should grow!" The prophet instantly distanced himself and taunted: "You call it cheating!" ,understand!"

Afterwards, the Prophet greeted several important officials of the Ark organization who came to attend the funeral, as well as senior officials sent by several countries to attend the funeral. The attitude was somewhat perfunctory, but the latter probably did not expect that he would be lucky enough to be interviewed by the deceased in person. , I didn't speak very sharply anymore, and I didn't notice the prophet's attitude at all.

After dismissing these irrelevant people, the prophet finally landed in front of Tang Ji, and asked with a smile, "Did I scare you?"

"You scared me." Tang Ji squatted down, looked straight into the prophet's eyes, and nodded: "You did what those players failed to do."

"ε=(ο｀*))) Oh, it's a pity that I won't see it in the future, but there must be an end." The prophet reached out and touched Tang Ji's face, but Tang Ji only felt a bit of coolness, and there was no actual tactile sensation. Come.

This trace of coolness, like a ray of cool wind on a hot summer day, gradually cooled Tang Ji, who was burning with anger.

The Prophet was really dead, and her soul was dissipating rapidly. Tang Ji just looked at the Prophet, and the other party looked at him with a smile.

"I've known you for so many years, and I've never seen you so close. In fact, you're not that handsome." The prophet moved his face a little closer, as if he wanted to remember Tang Ji forever, and looked at this face carefully: "But It has sharp edges and corners, and it looks like a hero material, after I leave, I will leave the rest to you."

Tang Ji laughed, warm and kind: "Okay, it's a deal."

"Forget it, you'd better stop laughing, it's scarier to laugh." The Prophet slipped away a few meters away, and said with some distaste: "If that's the case, let's stop here. I'm pretty tired all these years too."

"Hey, don't you have anything to say to me?" Mikkelsen reminded.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot about you." The Prophet glanced back at Mikkelsen, and raised a middle finger at him: "I hope I don't see you in the next life."

Wolfgang, who was also ignored, clapped his hands vigorously, as if he heard the most satisfying joke today, then glanced at Tang Ji vigilantly, and said cautiously: "I just want to make a small suggestion, if everyone here If you disagree, let’s pretend it never happened. I mean, the ability of the prophet is very important to us, if you need me, I mean, if it’s a prophet, I don’t mind eating corpses, and challenge my limits.”

"Don't think about it, you can't digest it when it comes to the ability in the soul domain." The prophet rolled his eyes and said viciously: "Also, you ruined the style of my funeral."

"Tang Ji, when it's over, teach him a lesson for me!" The prophet said arrogantly, with rich tone and expression, as if he wanted to make up for all the things he missed in the past.

"Okay." Tang Ji glanced at Wolfgang, who instantly felt a cold current extending from his neck to his tailbone.

Then the whole scene fell silent, and the prophet also fell silent, as if he had finished what he wanted to say.

"The time management is not good, the speed of speech is a bit fast, I have finished my farewell words, and the curtain has not yet fallen, it is a bit embarrassing." The prophet laughed. If you count the death in the state of time peeping, this is already It was the sixth time she faced death.

As sung in the lyrics, black night, my old friend, I come to chat with you again.
"Give me a ride, Tang Ji, my life is like a game, I can keep repeating it, so I especially like adventure, I have experienced so many things, but I have never experienced your special, use your The flame sent me on my way, saving me from being afraid alone." The prophet finally floated in front of Tang Ji, and asked seriously: "How about it?"

Tang Ji said that word for the third time today: "Okay."

He stretched out his hand, and the black flame burned slowly and gently in the palm of his hand. You can even feel a kind of warmth from this flame, as if it would not burn the skin of a person, but only provide warmth.

The prophet put his face on Tang Ji's palm, and the black flame spread slowly and firmly on the prophet's spiritual body, dispelling the cracks in her soul caused by the use of abilities, as if a black line was drawn on the edge of her soul. Thick lines, Tang Ji saw a still 28-year-old, relieved, sweet and pleasant prophet.

The other party smiled sweetly at him, and then just disappeared.

"Now, you can help carry the coffin." A Mikkelsen moved away from his seat with a serious expression.

The whole building was silent inside and outside because of Tang Ji's silence, and gradually even the breathing was suppressed to a minimum.

Tang Ji walked to the vacant place, took over the other's position, and lifted the coffin that was not heavy, but seemed to be directly pressed in people's hearts. Does not affect his steps.

Wolfgang sighed, as if he had been infected, he also took a step forward and patted one of Mikkelsen's shoulders. The other party did not object and stepped aside to take over a corner of the coffin.

Of course, he might be worried about being beaten up later.

In the end, Anne also walked over and replaced one of them, Mikkelsen. In fact, she still admired people like prophets. If she had the ability of prophets, she must have hidden them more tightly than anyone else. Even if humans were extinct, she would Definitely the last one.

"Let's go!" Mikkelsen said, their destination is very close, in the center of the garden in the atrium, someone has already dug the tomb in advance, waiting for the remains of the prophet to be placed in it.

She liked the castle where she lived in the last stage of her life very much, and was willing to bury herself here.

The ceremony was also very simple. People stepped forward one by one and threw flowers into the grave, and then a few people began to fill in the soil. No one used supernatural powers, but the filling was still very fast.

According to the request of the Prophet, there is no tombstone, and the Druid version of Mikkelsen was brought over by Wang Zhengdao in a hurry, so that the destroyed vegetation can be quickly restored, as if it had never been dug up, as if no one had ever been buried Same.

The world is still the same world, but there is one less prophet.

"It's over, she walked at least very long." Mikkelsen paused and concluded, "Frankly, she did everything she could."

"A noble person." Wu Qianying said: "Just a little narrow-minded."

"A great person makes me ashamed." A certain shame of original sin said very flatly: "I will never be able to do what she did."

"This rain will last for a month, just for her." Wolfgang said solemnly: "As long as I am still alive, it will rain here every year on this day."

In fact, I can also make the people here have sex dreams every year on this day. How could I have never thought that a certain Seventh Shame of Original Sin sighed again, and then she saw Wolfgang, who was punched by Tang Ji, spit out his teeth .

"She said let me teach you a lesson, now we're done."

(End of this chapter)