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Ling Xiaocheng turned around and walked towards the light gate. As the concert ended, many people came out and passed Ling Xiaocheng one by one.

But only Ling Xiaocheng could see that door, and they saw the devastated ground and burning cars, and they all showed terrified expressions.

"It is not easy to be born as a human being, and it is even more difficult to survive. There are countless troubles in life, and there are also endless scenery. Live well, live well..."

An old woman in plain clothes walked forward step by step with a cane, whispering something confusing.

Then, at the moment when she passed by Ling Xiaocheng, an invisible ripple rippled through the whole world, and the snowflakes that were still dancing stopped at this moment!

In an instant, everything around became very quiet, and even the sound of a needle falling could be heard clearly.

Ling Xiaocheng stopped in his tracks, looked forward calmly, the light door was still exuding lifelike brilliance, then he said lightly:

"Is it... really good to do this?"

"Sir God."

The picture slowly shifted. Behind Ling Xiaocheng, the old woman on crutches smiled slightly. A golden holy light covered the surface of her body, and then the holy light slowly dissipated.

Golden holy light particles danced around like elves, and a golden and white robe with exquisite shape was gently draped over the woman's body. The shoulders of the dress were embroidered with lifelike golden phoenixes, as if they were about to spread their wings and fly.

The holy robe showed her graceful figure at a glance, and the robe was split from the waist, revealing a pair of white and flawless slender legs, which made people imagine.

A tulle covered the upper part of her face, but with the perfect golden ratio and the exposed delicate chin, you don't need to look at her face, you all know that this face should only exist in the sky!

The golden hair is even more softly scattered on the snow-white shoulders. With her soft smile, everything in the world seems to be eclipsed, and the ethereal voice comes slowly, which seems to comfort the impetuous heart.

"Young contractor, what are you asking?" The woman came slowly with an ethereal voice.

"Wraith."

Two simple words.

Ling Xiaocheng's red eyeballs moved to the side, and looked to the side with peripheral vision.

The woman smiled faintly, and the white snowflakes around her were no match for her smile. She said calmly: "You are the second person to talk to me, so I will give you a chance to ask."

The woman raised her holy and beautiful eyes, and the sky that was originally bright white due to the snow now turned into a ray of light, just like a Buddha who saves all living beings.

"Everything in the world cannot escape the word conservation, and I am the same. Although I am a god, I cannot change the laws of the world. If I want to save one person, I will destroy another person. Do you understand?" The woman smiled faintly.

"So for someone to have hope of living again, it's for another person to feel hopeless about life, and that's what you're trying to empathize with."

Ling Xiaocheng moved his eyes to the front again, and the scarlet Sharingan eyes slowly faded away, returning to normal dead fish eyes.

"You understand, that's good."

The woman's ethereal voice resounded faintly, and the radiant light dissipated, returning to the peace of the night again.

"Then why do such a thing?"

Aya Xiaocheng asked.

The woman shook her head and said lightly: "This is already the second question, you...you should go."

Ling Xiaocheng was not talking either, but stepped through the door of light and then disappeared.

The woman blinked her eyes, everything in the world began to work again, snowflakes slowly fell on the ground, as if a word was left in the air, the figure of the woman disappeared.

"The two people asked different things, will you walk on the same path afterward?"

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The door of light shining brightly completed its mission, and gradually began to close from both sides to the middle, at the moment when it was completely closed.

With a crisp sound, the whole door turned into a glittering golden butterfly and waved its wings around, lighting up a ray of light on this cold, icy snowy night tonight, then slowly dimmed until it disappeared...

After a few days.

In a small room in the apartment, a woman stood in front of a mirror, awkwardly arranging her clothes.

But no matter how many times I tidy it up, the clothes are always wrinkled, and the color matching is not very good.

The woman didn't care about these things, she patted her cheeks, and said to herself in the mirror with great interest: "Come on! Start making money in the new day!"

After cheering herself up, the woman changed from the decadence she had just gotten up, and returned to a refreshed look, but there was an inexplicable bleakness in the slightly lowered eyelids.

The host on the TV, who was only two or three steps away from her, said with a serious face: "At 10:[-] last night, the famous female singer Xueqin took a lot of sleeping pills in her room, when the staff arrived By then, she had died."

The host paused, and continued: "A few days ago, the well-known female singer Xueqin just finished her last concert tour, but now she committed suicide by taking medicine. Many fans did not believe the results provided by the police, and they all thought that someone Xueqin was murdered, the Internet is in chaos, some people even ran to the police station to confront the police, the situation is getting worse..."

The woman picked up the remote control and directly turned off the hot TV, then came to the front of the wardrobe, reached out to touch the white dress, finally sighed, and closed the wardrobe door.

Then she came to the door, bent down to change her shoes, put the slippers next to a pair of slightly larger black slippers, twisted the handle, and opened the door with a click.

A ray of sunlight glaringly shone in, the woman still kept her eyes wide open, not afraid of the pain of the strong light, closed the door, and took out a black stick from her bag.

"Crack...crack!"

The guide stick was stretched out skillfully, and Jin Muyin used it again to make a clicking, clicking, clicking sound on the ground, and walked towards the stairs step by step.

I'm going to start work today, and everything will return to the original appearance, but I feel a little uncomfortable...

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The phone in the backpack started to vibrate, Jin Muyin stopped, picked up the phone, connected it and put it to his ear.

She asked with a somewhat expectant voice, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Jin Muyin? I'm the manager of Yimeng Hotel. You can just call me Sister Zhang. I received your message and I can come back to work this morning, right?" A clean voice sounded from the other end of the phone female voice.

After hearing the other party's voice, Jin Muyin was obviously a little disappointed. She didn't hear the call she wanted to receive the most, but she still responded with a smile: "Well, I have recovered from my cold. If I don't come to work, I will be fired. Come on, haha."

She joked, and the woman on the other end of the phone said with a smile: "You're joking, we can't fire you."

"Huh? Why?"

Jin Muyin asked in surprise, what does it mean that he cannot be fired?

"No...it's nothing, you heard it wrong, can Ms. Jin be here at ten o'clock in the morning?" The woman on the other end of the phone said in a panic.

"Ok, Ok."

Jin Muyin didn't think about it anymore, maybe someone else made a mistake, and then she continued to ask: "Sister Zhang, are you new here? I don't mean anything else, it's just that Mr. Zhan, the store manager, usually answered the phone before. I just feel a little weird."

"Well, Mr. Zhan, the store manager, has sold this store. I am the manager hired by the new store manager. Speaking of which, we have not met formally. I will treat you to a meal after get off work." .” The woman on the other end of the phone smiled.