People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Qi Yan nodded, accepting this explanation.

"Actually, come to think of it, this seems to be the first time the two of us have met alone."

Qi Yan's smile reappeared: "I want to have a good chat with you, Lao Wei."

"With me? Wei Yanwu?"

Wei Yanwu puffed out smoke with a look of satisfaction on his face.

It seems that secretly taking a few puffs of cigarettes behind Wen Yue's back is his greatest pursuit in life.

"Actually, there's nothing to talk about with me." Wei Yanwu smacked his lips and stuck his cigarette butt into the mud. "Wei Yanwu died a long time ago."

"Aren't you afraid that your old friends will be sad to hear you say this in the cemetery?"

Qi Yan smiled and pointed in the direction of Afa.

Over there, Ah Fa also took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave one to himself and his grandfather.

The old man took out his lighter and lit the cigarette for Ah Fa himself.

"How great! Ah Fa ran away to fool around when he was young, and his grandfather was furious." Qi Yan chuckled, "A lot of things happened later. If Xing Xiong hadn't rescued him, the old man might not even have the chance to light a cigarette for his grandson."

"Your topics jump around too much. I can't keep up." Wei Yanwu said frankly.

Qi Yan shook his head: "There's nothing to jump about, I just advise you to cherish life, whether it's yours or someone else's.

Laizi Chen, the Fake King of Hell, Old Wu, Crazy Tie, and An Laoba, they are all your old friends. They followed you along with the Rat King, and now they are all sleeping in this cemetery.

Today is the night of requiem, please don't say things that will make them sad."

"Thank you."

Wei Yanwu thanked him softly and then fell silent.

His eyes scanned the familiar tombstones.

Buried beneath those tombstones are his old friends, friends that cannot be made public.

He didn't even attend those people's funerals.

"Every year on Requiem Night, I would secretly come here to visit them. Without them, there would be no Longmen today."

Wei Yanwu broke the silence and said dimly, "I can probably guess that you don't really want to kill Ge Rui, you just want to take him away to make the position of Rat King vacant. Now Longmen is slowly moving forward, with pressure from Yan Country, pressure from other countries, and pressure from within Longmen.

After all, Ge Rui is just a pair of white gloves. When necessary, he will be killed by Longmen. "

Qi Yan grinned:

"That's not the only reason. I have sympathy, but not much. Generally speaking, the plans I make are for the sake of profit. The Rat King going to Rhodes Island will be very helpful to my plan."

"I'm really curious now, whether there is the rumored hidden force behind you, and whether you are really playing a big game." Wei Yanwu asked.

"I don't have any power or anything. To use Kosice's words, I'm a guy who is too free." Qi Yan shrugged, "But I am indeed playing a game of chess. The strategy is very simple, that is to form gangs and then fight."

Wei Yanwu was obviously a little surprised.

He looked at Qi Yan, his eyes slightly widened:

"There are actually guys on this land that you, Qi Yan, dare not fight alone. Are you going to kill the gods?"

"I have nothing to do?"

Qi Yan glanced at Wei Yanwu with a disdainful tone: "Most of those giant beasts who claim to be gods are pretending to be dead. Their power can indeed threaten the survival of humans on this land, but as long as no one provokes them, they will not come out to cause trouble.

The ultimate source of disasters on this land is still human beings."

Wei Yanwu touched his chin and said with empathy: "Those who are targeted by you are really pitiful."

"What you said is not right. I, Qi Yan, am not a devil."

"Your words are so innocuous that the devil would cry out in injustice."

……

……

Wei Yanwu left the cemetery.

With a bruise on his face, he walked away quickly, cursing.

In the distance, an open-air party was being held on the central street of Longmen city.

As the time approaches midnight, this Requiem Night carnival gradually reaches its climax. The lights illuminate the Dragon Gate as if it were daytime, and dense crowds gather on the street.

The sound of the speakers drowned out the noisy crowd.

A penguin who calls himself the God of Rap is turning this Requiem Night feast into his own personal show.

Qi Yan leaned on Qi Yan's tombstone, picked up the Black Lock Staff casually, and held it by his side, as if they were two good friends with arms around each other's shoulders:

“This land is so lively.”

"..."

"It's boring. If I don't let you be a riddle teller, you will be dumb."

Qi Yan complained, took out a bottle of rational liquid, and took a sip as if drinking wine.

"Mr. Qi Yan, instead of enjoying the feast on Requiem Night, why are you drinking alone here?"

A tall and thin figure appeared silently beside Qi Yan.

Qi Yan turned his head to look.

The visitor was wearing a neat black suit and a black mask similar to a helmet on his head. The white hair on both sides stood upright as if it was about to take off.

"Hello, Yis." Qi Yan greeted with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Qi Yan, hello to you too, old friend."

Yis bowed gracefully and greeted Qi Yan and the Black Lock Staff.

Encrypted fluctuations came out from the Black Lock Staff again.

Yi Si smiled and said soothingly: "I am not a match for Mr. Qi Yan either, you'd better be honest."

The Black Lock Staff fell into deathly silence.

Qi Yan watched the two chatting without interfering, but asked curiously:

"Yis, when are you going to make a second season of 'Hai Si's Family'? I've been asking for updates on every episode."

Is's movements paused noticeably.

After a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Qi Yan is wrong. I am not the same person as the screenwriter of that TV series. As far as I know, that Yisi is a Durin person."

"Oh my god, who knows if he is your pseudonym?" Qi Yan chuckled, "I look forward to his cooperation with Director Nian again."

"I am looking forward too."

Yis walked to Qi Yan and wanted to sit down, but considering the mud on the ground, he finally chose to remain standing.

Qi Yan didn't make any comment on this.

He knew that this guy named Is also affiliated with Penguin Logistics, but he was not a combatant and his main job was logistics.

But Qi Yan was not naive enough to think that a character who could hang out with those guys from Penguin Logistics would be a weakling who didn’t know how to fight.

"Did Mostima ask you to come here?" Qi Yan asked.

"Yes." Ismail said frankly, "She is still a little worried that her Liberian friends will be bullied by you, so she asked me to come and help mediate.

To use Mostima's original words, if someone really needs to be bullied, then let you, the undead guy, bear it."

"Look, is this human language?"

Qi Yan seemed a little indignant, but then reacted: "Oh, she is an angel, that's okay."

Is followed up and said, "She is also a demon. The character of a fallen angel is really bad."

"You two, the topic you are discussing is Mastema's pain point, please stop."

A serious voice interrupted the two people's complaints.

Under the cover of night, the red-haired girl from Liberia came towards us step by step, holding a rifle.