Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    The man froze for a moment: "Experience?"

    "Yeah." Mu Xing said, "This way you can truly feel the feeling of being a soul."

    The man was a little excited and hesitant: "This way, it won't affect me, will it?"

    In addition to this, he is more afraid of what Mu Xing will do.

    Mu Xing smiled half-smiling: "You can rest assured, if I really want to do something to you, it's useless for you to be on guard."

    The man was still hesitating, and Yu Lao, who was chatting with the hanged ghost girl, came over and asked very enthusiastically, "What are you talking about?"

    Mu Xing told him.

    "I want to try." Yu Lao's eyes lit up, and he volunteered without saying a word.

    Mu Xing was embarrassed: "This is not a simple thing, I can only use it once a day."

    Listening to him, the man immediately felt that this opportunity was not easy, and it should have been his opportunity, why should it be given to others?

    He immediately said, "I asked first, I am willing to give it a try."

    He looked at Yu Lao: "Yu Lao, let's come first, let me try it for you first."

    Yu Lao muttered, and reluctantly stepped aside.

    But this sounded very bizarre, he didn't go far, just stood and watched.

    The other people who were accompanying also gathered around.

    What are the conditions for a person to become a soul for a long time after death? This is a question that countless researchers have been trying to figure out for so many years.

    Mu Xing deliberately let them see.

    "Zhao Lian, go take it." Mu Xing said to the man with glasses.

    The glasses man Zhao Lian nodded and walked towards the man.

    The man didn't know what he was going to do, and quietly waited for Zhao Lian to approach, until the distance between the two was about to collide, and Zhao Lian did not mean to avoid it.

    The man subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but it was too late—Zhao Lian’s figure bumped into him.

    But he didn't feel any sense of being hit, he just felt a chill on his body, and his thoughts began to become chaotic.

    But this scene, in the eyes of Pang Guan Zhuru, was a little scary - the man with glasses didn't bump into the man, he directly crashed into the man's body.

    The next moment Yu Lao looked at Mu Xing: "This?"

    Mu Xing smiled to reassure him: "Don't worry, I promise not to hurt him. Only in this way can he truly experience what he wants."

    Just as his voice fell, the man's blank expression suddenly changed.

    He opened his mouth, stared blankly in a certain direction, tremblingly stretched out his hand to grab something, and crawled forward little by little.

    Mu Xing blinked.

    On the ground behind the man, a meandering and messy trail of blood began to appear, like a trace of a person with blood on his body, crawling all the way.

    His movements became slower and slower, more and more weak, and his expression gradually became desperate.

    Finally, he stopped.

    He died.

    Everyone understood.

    It's like a wonderful drama, it's easy to put people into it.

    Mu Xing blinked again, the blood on the ground disappeared, and a shadow rose from the man, it was Zhao Lian.

    He was a little silent, glanced at Mu Xing, nodded at him, and walked outside, his figure blended into the night.

    Yu Lao wanted to ask something, but after watching this scene, he stopped and waited quietly, his expression thoughtful.

    The man on the ground began to wake up.

    He got up and someone handed him a hot towel.

    The man wiped his face with lingering fears, remembering what he had just experienced, and couldn't help asking Mu Xing: "What do you mean? people?"

    "Teasing? Where did I tease you?" Mu Xing retorted him, "Everything you felt just now was the scene before Zhao Lian died."

    The man was stunned, and the others who had just seen the scene looked at him in shock.

    Mu Xing said lightly: "Zhao Lian is a thousand years older than you. At that time, human beings were just entering the age of early technology, and they were not as developed as they are now. He was twenty-three years old when he died. University graduate."

    Zhao Lian is an orphan, but he is lucky. The director of the welfare home is a very kind aunt. These unadopted children are all her children.

    Zhao Lian successfully completed the university with the help of the dean and the policy of the government.

    When he could work and earn money to repay the dean, the dean was ill.

    A very difficult disease that requires a lot of money to control.

    Zhao Lian worked three jobs and only rested for six hours a day, desperately trying to earn money.

    Among his three jobs, one of them is to make late-night snacks for the night shift workers on the construction site.

    This job pays very well. At that time, the boss of the construction site wanted to help him after hearing about him.

    The day he died was the day he was paid.

    Because I had to get up early for work the next day, and I lived a little far from the hospital, after dinner was done in the middle of the night, Zhao Lian carried a bag with two months’ salary, and was ready to go directly to the hospital. go to the hospital.

    Sleep in a hospital chair for a few hours, pay bills in the morning, and go straight to work. This is his plan.

    The hospital has called to inform him that the medicine that can treat the director's mother's disease has been developed and is in the clinical trial stage. If it goes well, the director's mother can accompany them for many years.

    Zhao Lian greeted the co-workers as he left with a smile on his face.

    Unfortunately, he was unable to send the money to the hospital.

    A co-worker saw the money in his bag and became greedy and vicious.

    "He was followed and quietly smashed a brick on his head, and he fell stunned." Mu Xing remembered the scene he "saw" and looked a little unbearable.

    The man was afraid that he would not die, so after Zhao Lian fell, he smashed his face with a brick until his flesh was bloody, and then went to **** his bag.

    Even so, Zhao Lian didn't let go, the man broke his hand and snatched the bag.

    He twitched and struggled, with **** eyes open, and he kept repeating "Give it back to me".

    Someone in the courtyard sniffed, Yu Lao turned his face and sighed.

    The man's face was a little ugly. He was a little angry because of his personal experience just now, and he couldn't help saying: "It's all a thousand years ago, and now I say What's the point of this?"

    Mu Xing said: "Of course, you don't really want to know, why can some people become souls after death?"

    "Now I have told you the answer, just like Zhao Lian, when he died, he had huge regrets and obsessions. Relief, stay in the most painful moment."

    Meeting the man's stunned eyes, Mu Xing said calmly: "You must have felt the pain more clearly than anyone else? But you only experienced this short moment, and Zhao Lian, from his death to the present, has been repeating this kind of pain for more than a thousand years."

    "You who live long for this kind of immortality. But you don't know how long it is for the souls to be able to end everything at the moment of death."

    This is not immortality, this is torture.

    Everyone looked at each other.

    The man asked reluctantly: "What you said is true? Are you also suffering from this pain now? Are all your souls like this?"

    The concubine Gong rolled her eyes gracefully: "What is the need for you to lie to you, little boy? You must have seen the live broadcast of that stinky boy, right? We were all like that before, That's how we were before we died."

    "Now it's because of luck that I met the son, I got relief, and the pain finally dissipated, so that I can return to normal."

    The man only seemed to hear what he wanted to hear: "So you don't feel pain now?"

    Concubine Gong smiled and said: "Yes, we are freed from the obsession before death, and it will soon dissipate."

    The meaning revealed in these words made the man's expectations come to nothing.

    He didn't give up: "Is there no way to do both?"

    The concubine has seen too many people like him.

    She sneered: "In the era I lived in, the most powerful person was the Lord of the world. Who can sit in that position, who doesn't want to live forever? But look, who is there? Did you achieve your goal?"

    Everyone fell silent.

    Only Yu Lao, his old eyes looked at the ghosts one by one, looking at this beautiful courtyard, very sad: "So are you all disappearing? Such a precious courtyard Can't you see it later?"

    Concubine Gong's heart was a little bit of melancholy aroused by Zhao Lian disappeared, and snorted: "Old man, so you are just sad that no one will study for you, right? You have no regrets This palace? Can't bear to be my little son?"

    Old Yu had kind eyes and smiled warmly: "What is there to bear, according to Young Master Mu, disappearing is a great event for everyone. If it is possible, the old man can't wait to do it for you. A farewell feast."

    Concubine Gong didn't expect him to say this, and her heart warmed, and she scolded in a low voice: "This old man is very caring."