Hong Kong variety show: Young Master Kun, the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss!

That is, in the face of absolute strength and absolute crushing, there is no reality to speak of. As long as it can continue to function, then it is the Saint of the Cauldron; if it cannot function, then it is Street Fighter.

Li Xinxin and Liu Xiaoren remained motionless throughout the room, staying within the area drawn by Chen Ziwen.

He could only reach the toilet at the furthest point and the living room at the earliest, avoiding full contact with other places. At this moment, Chen Ziwen pushed open the door and went out.

“Three times the price? Since you want to stay in this house, three times the price is not an option. I always prioritize business and integrity. Three times the price is impossible. After all, I booked this room a long time ago. The price of the presidential suite should be more than three times the price.”

As he said this, Chen Ziwen had already stopped behind him, then held the door shut with one hand to prevent it from closing, and kicked it open with all his might.

Standing here was a gaunt man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his eyes brimming with tears, making him look like a sickly and delicate person.

However, they discovered that his entire palm was unusually strong, and it felt like a black tiger tearing open your chest and scooping out all your internal organs.

It took Chen Ziwen a long time to see clearly that this person's face was completely different from the powerful and similar figure he had imagined. These strange people nowadays, their strange abilities are really too strong, and they are all strange and eccentric people.

The same applies to the three ghosts. Originally, he was an old man, but under his divine sense, he was a young and talented man.

The person in front of him was emaciated, with distinct knuckles on his hands and his eyes exposed.

But I never expected her to be such a delicate person.

Chen Ziwen looked him up and down. His spiritual sense was indeed strong, but not to the point that Chen Ziwen felt he couldn't handle it.

"Alright, let the housekeeper live here. Consider it as making a good friend here."

With that, the butler left.

Without any hesitation, Chen Ziwen, Li Xinxin, and Liu Xiaoren barged into the room of the emaciated man.

"This is my room. How dare you suddenly come in? Please leave immediately..."

As the man spoke, he used the power of the divine messenger's palm to create a graceful posture.

The entire scene evoked a sense of readiness to fight at any moment. After watching it, Chen Ziwen patted the man's shoulder. A powerful aura, flowing through his entire body from his shoulder, caused his hand to unconsciously open. The man's brows furrowed as he stared intently at Chen Ziwen.

"Originally, I was on my way to the presidential suite through here, but I never expected that there would be a hidden person with divine sense here. Fortunately, my master taught me the art of identification at any time, so I was able to find him. Otherwise, I would have really missed such a big tiger."

"Who exactly are you? And why do you possess such formidable power?"

Chen Ziwen sat down in the chair and looked at the person in front of him.

"I'm here to change the world. How about we team up?"

Li Xinxin was already struggling to cope. She stared blankly at Chen Ziwen. This wasn't some recruitment plan; his real goal was to quickly sort out all the various situations before him, find a way out, and leave as soon as possible.

But unexpectedly, he now has to form cliques and start a new group of people. Liu Xiaoren was getting a little anxious.

"Kid, tell me the truth right now, who exactly are you?"

Chen Ziwen didn't say any nonsense or threats. His divine sense was extremely powerful. The exposure of his divine sense meant that his spiritual energy was surging rapidly. Anyone, even a person with eyesight, could clearly see how powerful this surge of divine sense was.

If they had any brains, they would never have engaged in a head-on confrontation with Chen Ziwen.

The person took two steps back, sat down next to him, and then kept coughing.

Chen Ziwen looked him up and down, then turned away with a ghostly glint in his eye.

"You have a small body and cannot walk in Liyang, so you should belong to the Western vampire clan. However, you don't have the aura of a vampire, but rather the aura of a Chinese system. Could it be that you belong to the Jiang Shi Yi faction, the Nan Shu clan, or the Jiangnan faction?"

Upon hearing this, the man froze, almost clenching his fists in protest, but Chen Ziwen coughed twice and said...

"Your scent is slightly dusty, from the Mud Village. You shouldn't be someone from the bottom of the zombie realm. You should be a ghost-summoning sorcerer, a mourner, right?..."

Upon hearing this, the man, who was already emaciated, began to back away. In an instant, his entire lifeline was seized, and his spiritual power, including his divine sense, was suppressed. More importantly, his identity as a mourner was also exposed.

"You, who are you?"

What Chen Ziwen needs now is absolute submission. In this world where there is no one to rely on, the spiritual power of Bai Suzhen and a dozen or so women is not enough to support them. Moreover, after the spatial transfer, most of the power of those women has been lost. Now, further development requires a large number of people.

"The various big shots from the Jiangnan faction and the Beiming Divine Palace are now starting to mobilize to discuss the entire matter of the Undying Man. The Beiming big shot must be very pleased."

At this moment, two people were sitting in a luxury sports car on the street. One of them was wearing a suit with a gold-plated design highlighting weaknesses.

The other one was wearing Miao Jinbiao's black and gold white robe.

The two were quite different from everyone else and didn't fit in at all with the other people in the space, so they chatted with each other in the car, holding champagne and enjoying themselves.

"Sixth Uncle, what you said makes a lot of sense. However, there is a famous mourner in the Jiangnan sect named Liu Tiantong. His spiritual power is extremely high, and his mourning skills are extremely strong. He is also the most promising and hopeful mourner in the entire Jiangnan sect."

"However, the most troublesome thing about this mourning clan is their short lifespan. In addition to revealing heavenly secrets, they gather yin energy through mourning, causing the loss of yang energy and an imbalance of yin and yang. Therefore, under such conditions, they need more things to gather together, and it is not like it is now. If the mourning clan wants to develop, it must have more blood of the undead. The more blood of the undead, the more of these different kinds of people they can have."

Currently, various symptoms of people not dying are common both nationwide and globally, especially internationally where the number of people who do not die is decreasing.