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

Chapter 121 The Heavenly Alliance is born at this moment!
"My worthy brother also recognizes me, the Plague Master of the Plague Department. Could it be that..."

The Plague Emperor's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had guessed something.

Jun Caishen nodded solemnly: "To be honest, brother, he is the sworn brother I swore brother to in the mortal world. The fact that my Jun Caishen Temple was able to rekindle its incense offerings is entirely due to the planning of this sworn brother."

The Plague Emperor's eyes darkened further as he murmured, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is... This kid has truly surprised me. Aside from the Underworld, I never imagined that the grand spectacle at the God of Wealth's Palace was also his doing."

"My worthy brother has extraordinary luck, and his methods are endless." The God of Wealth sighed with emotion: "In just a few days in the mortal world, he has stirred up such waves one after another. Even I often find it hard to believe."

He abruptly changed the subject, his expression turning solemn: "To be honest, my sworn brother initially came to me to discuss the matter of Madam Zheng. I was the one who guided him to see the King of Hell, but for some reason, it ended up alarming my elder brother. I heard that later... a city god was even beheaded?"

The Plague Emperor nodded, his gaze resolute: "Indeed, that City God must be killed. Not killing him would fail to demonstrate my resolve."

Jun Caishen nodded and sighed, "I roughly understand the key points. But elder brother... do you really intend to do this? Wouldn't that alienate yourself from the Empress?"

The Plague Emperor raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face: "It seems the reputation of my Plague Tribe is indeed beyond redemption. Even you, my worthy brother, know the inside story of this murderous intent."

"I am in charge of the Incense and Offering Bureau, and most of the news from the Heavenly Court passes through my hands," the God of Wealth frankly stated. "Moreover, the sudden increase in the Empress's annual merit exchange all goes through the Ministry of Finance. If I couldn't even see these clues, I would be too negligent."

The Plague Emperor laughed loudly, "Since you know the inside story, why didn't you stop that brat back then?"

The God of Wealth chuckled: "Star Lord, if that boy could have been persuaded, how could the God of Wealth's Palace be so grand today?"

The Plague Emperor's gaze sharpened, and he nodded secretly: "That makes sense. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and he is also quite clever. He is a promising talent."

"I'm afraid it's more than just 'promising talent,'" Jun Caishen asked with a meaningful smile.

The Plague Emperor nodded, then shook his head: "If my worthy brother hadn't come today, this boy would indeed only deserve those four words in my heart. Now... his weight has naturally increased a bit. However, this time, my actions are ultimately for the survival of the Plague Tribe."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds outside the palace.

"I know very well that if things continue like this, my Plague Tribe will be doomed forever, with no hope of recovery."

Jun Caishen quietly approached his side and pondered, "Brother, may I ask one more question? Why does the Goddess urgently need so much merit lately? Logically speaking, innate deities have long lifespans, so why is it like this?"

The Plague Emperor chuckled: "Merit is to us what rice is to ordinary people; there's no reason to complain about having too much. Of course, the more the better, as this increases our chances of becoming a saint."

Jun Caishen frowned slightly.

The Plague Emperor spoke again: "Brother, haven't you noticed that the Big Dipper has been moving more and more frequently in recent years?"

Jun Caishen's expression changed drastically: "What does my brother mean?"

The Plague Emperor stopped there: "Let me give you a piece of advice, brother. Think more about yourself and your tribe. No matter what, our divine positions are tied to incense offerings. The more incense offerings we accumulate, the more leverage we will have."

"I understand now." The God of Wealth nodded solemnly. "And what about the Empress..."

The Plague Emperor said, "Don't worry, although I have drawn a line between myself and the Empress, we won't completely break off relations. The Empress... still needs me."

Jun Caishen sighed: "I'm sorry to trouble you, brother. Actually, I came here today with a harsh message."

The Plague Emperor became interested: "Oh, my virtuous brother, you are so kind, yet you can utter such harsh words. This makes me quite curious."

Jun Caishen chuckled: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, brother. Actually, I want to say that I can't control others, but if anyone tries to harm my virtuous brother, even if I am lowly and weak, I will do everything in my power to protect him. This is a promise I have made in my heart!"

The Plague Emperor suddenly burst into laughter, turned to look at the God of Wealth, and patted him on the shoulder: "Good! Since you are so open-minded, brother, from now on we are true brothers. If this boy can blaze a new trail for the Plague Tribe, I will protect him no matter what."

The God of Wealth bowed and said, "It is truly my virtuous brother's good fortune to receive the protection of the Star Lord!"

"However, given that kid's temper, I'm afraid he might offend some unworthy immortal in the future."

God of Wealth: "That's a matter for later, Star Lord, you don't need to worry too much."

The Plague Emperor nodded.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

A moment later, the Plague Emperor suddenly exclaimed, "To be honest, my dear brother, there is something I have been wanting to say for a long time."

Jun Caishen: "Brother, please speak freely."

The Plague Emperor gazed at the surging sea of ​​clouds, his expression growing increasingly solemn: "Actually, your brother also longs to be a good immortal..."

Jun Caishen's expression changed slightly, and after a long while, he also sighed.

……

The following morning, in the southern suburbs industrial park of the city.

Lu Chen led three thousand followers on a tour of the factory.

Surprisingly, the crowd was dispersed, so it wasn't particularly crowded.

Of course, Lu Chen would never put all these talented people who are used to traveling all over the country in the factory; that would be a great waste.

This group is like a blazing fire when they're together, and like countless stars when they're apart.

The whole country is their true world.

After the visit, Lu Chen called Zeng Rou and Wang Zhidong to his office alone.

"Here, this is a plan I made last night. It details our work priorities and direction going forward. Take a good look at it."

"Yes, Master, I will study it diligently."

Zeng Rou accepted the documents with both hands.

Lu Chen waved his hand: "From now on, don't call me 'Master' anymore, just call me General Manager Lu. I've already registered the company. Starting today, you will be the General Manager of our Lu's Company, and Elder Wang will serve as the Deputy Manager to assist Zeng Rou. How about that?"

Wang Zhidong clasped his hands in a fist salute: "I rely entirely on your instruction..."

"Cough cough!"

"Oh, Mr. Lu, what are your orders?" "Yes, that's right." After saying that, Lu Chen took out another document: "This contains the formulas for ten kinds of plague pills. They are the most suitable medicines that I have selected. You can start production as soon as possible, and purchase the necessary machinery. I have already transferred 50 million to you. In addition, this ring contains some of the Rakshasa Sect's supplies, which will be used to supplement funds later."

Zeng Rou accepted the Sumeru Ring and nodded: "Yes, General Lu, I will do my best to live up to your expectations. By the way, Elder Wang was originally a master medicine maker in the Rakshasa Sect. When I treated Madam Zheng, the pill I gave her was made by Elder Wang."

"Oh? Is that so!" Lu Chen looked at Wang Zhidong with surprise. "In that case, the Plague Pill project will be fully managed by Manager Wang."

"President Lu, you flatter me. My meager skills are utterly insignificant compared to the true teachings of the Plague Emperor." Wang Zhidong perused the formulas, growing increasingly astonished with each reading. "These pills are incredibly potent; each one is a treasure!"

"Then you should do more research."

Lu Chen stood up and said, "You can look into the factory matter further. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now."

"Yes, Mr. Lu!"

Zeng Rou and Wang Zhidong escorted Lu Chen downstairs, only to see his car speed away.

“Come on, Elder Wang… no, from now on I’ll have to call you Manager Wang.” Zeng Rou smiled.

Wang Zhidong scratched his head: "It is a bit strange."

"Let's look into it and have a meeting later."

"Hmm, this Plague Pill is truly a treasure! I must study it carefully!"

Wang Zhidong kept his eyes glued to the document, not even blinking.

……

After leaving the industrial park, Lu Chen headed straight for the city lord's mansion.

With the city lord's decree, they could move freely without hindrance.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Lu Chen pushed open the door and entered: "Lord of the City."

Yu Feng was processing documents and didn't even look up when he heard this: "Is everything settled?"

"It's settled."

"You're pretty fast." Yu Feng said, picking up a file folder from the table, tucking it under his arm, and getting up to walk towards Lu Chen.

"Come on, come with me somewhere."

"where?"

"The morgue!"

Yu Feng had already stepped out of the office.

"Is it a murder case?" Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly followed.

……

A moment later, at the South City Government Office, not far from the City Lord's Mansion.

—Forensic Department.

The morgue was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and Lu Chen subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

The forensic doctor silently opened the four freezers, then stepped aside.

"Take a look."

Yu Feng pointed.

Lu Chen: "..."

Alright, everything for the mission, everything for the mission.

He stepped forward to look.

There was a corpse lying in each of the four freezers.

the strange thing is.

The four corpses died in different ways.

The first body was covered in frost.

I don't know if it's because it's been in the freezer for a long time.

The second one, however, was a charred corpse.

The third body's abdomen was covered in blood.

The last body had dried blood congealed around its mouth.

"This is?"

Yu Feng's deep voice came from behind: "Kid, ever heard of the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal?"

　The "Corpse Dissection Chapter" has officially begun.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)