"Let's go!" Meng Chu looked at the time on the mission card and took Jiang Chen and Liu Xin to the world to attract the dead souls.

The so-called good task snatched from the Underworld Mission Center.

In the world, this is a quiet area, with a wide road, with two rows of tall trees beside the road, and the old leaves have gradually faded.

The newly grown leaves buds climbed up to the treetops. From a distance, they were all a new force. The weather was good today, and the sun was hanging high in the sky.

It dispelled most of the chill, and there was a faint fragrance of plants and trees in the air. On the ground, people in groups of three or three slowly walked by.

Sometimes children run past adults, wearing new clothes and red hairpins on their heads, which are very cute. Such cute and energetic children will also have their own worries.

Sometimes they tilted their heads and looked at the adults and pouted, saying something? Sometimes they frowned like a little adults, grinned and quirky, and then there was a "dingdong" sound.

I saw a coin rolling down to the ground from somewhere, making a crisp sound. The little girl in a red cotton jacket ran forward two steps and stopped again.

The "dao" sound made by the little boots also became smaller. She turned her head and searched the ground, then went forward and squatted down to pick up the coin.

Perhaps, this has been called a coin, and the little girl was tilted with her head and big eyes with doubts in her head, at the center of this one-yuan coin.

There was a big hole that just passed the number ‘1’ through, and it looked like a whistle candy, and the little girl put the coin in front of her.

Looking around curiously through the hole in the middle, she suddenly saw an adult sitting under a tree after walking around.

I saw her looking at the other person through the coin hole, and the other person also looked at her quietly. Soon, the little girl took the coin from her eyes and looked at the person opposite her with her head tilted.

As if she was thinking about something? Two seconds later, she walked over step by step, stopped in front of the big tree and said, "Is this yours?" The smiling girl asked crisply.

At this moment, her little face was red with a red cotton jacket: "Yeah!" The man was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket on his legs.

His hair was mixed with grayness, and his firm face revealed a hint of vicissitudes. He looked at his appearance at most fifty years old, but he gave people the feeling of being able to live long.

"Is this one yuan?" the little girl asked.

"It used to be." The man in the wheelchair replied.

"How did it become like this?" The little girl couldn't help but rub her nose and said, "My mother told me that children can't play with money."

At this moment, the man in the wheelchair was slightly stunned, and he smiled rarely, and said in a hoarse voice: "Maybe, it has a reason to have to do this!"

"Okay!" I wonder if the little girl understood it. Perhaps she just wanted to hear a reason, or she just asked casually.

"Then, I'll give you this!" The little girl put the coins through the hole on the man's legs covered with blankets, and then walked away with her little boots.

The man in the wheelchair picked up the coin, stroked it repeatedly for a while, and sat for a while before he saw him raising his hand.

A woman from a distance walked up and pushed the man in another direction.

"He is a special forces soldier with a high talent. He is already the best among special forces in his twenties and has performed many dangerous tasks."

While floating towards the mission location, Meng Chu explained to Jiang Chen and Liu Xin the soon-to-be-received souls, then looked ahead and continued.

"He has countless scars on his body. When he was 27 years old, he was seriously injured while performing a mission and lost both legs. It has been five years since then."

Jiang Chen and Liu Xin listened quietly. When they arrived at the Dead Soul Recruitment Point, the former soldier had already closed his eyes on the bed.

At this moment, his hair was gray and his face was full of vicissitudes. He looked at least fifty years old. Under the quilt, where his legs were originally empty.

He closed his eyes and quietly seemed to be asleep. Outside the door, several men and women straightened their spines, their feet together, and raised their right hands towards the door.

Placed at the same height as their eyebrows, they all had stiff expressions and mechanical movements, as if they were a ruthless robot, with only their eyes shining brightly.

Zhuang Jie just wants to leave quietly at this moment. He doesn’t have to be discovered by anyone. Of course, he doesn’t have to tell others when he leaves.

When his legs were gone, his life seemed to have been pressed. Everything stayed at the age of 27, but he did not regret that mission.

What made him unwilling to accept was that he could no longer perform tasks, and could no longer rush to the front and block those thorns. Think about the age of 27, who was young.

It is so distinct that the time after the age of 27 is so unremarkable, and in Zhuang Jie's life, he only remembers one mission.

27 For that year, the mission was pressed. Now, five years later, this mission is about to leave with him.

But he knew very well that after he left, more people would naturally continue this mission, but he was just a little unwilling to give up.

"Hey, wake up, wake up!" Meng Chu woke up and said, "Zhuang Jie, once worked as a special forces soldier, and is currently about 34 years old, right?"

At this moment, Zhuang Jie looked confused and his eyes were wide open, but at the moment when Meng Chu called him, he seemed to suddenly wake up from another state.

As if he had really woken up, he looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him and immediately began to be vigilant. Soon, he noticed that there were two other people here.

The moment Zhuang Jie saw Jiang Chen, a light burst out from the depths of his pupils. He instantly understood that he had actually met this ghost messenger?

"Look at this, look at this!" Meng Chu couldn't help but waved his hand and repeated the words just now: "Do you talk to you, have you heard?"

Zhuang Jie then realized and put away his thoughts. Even though he didn't know why there were three ghost messengers, the situation was already very good, so he whispered: "I am!"

He stood up straight and replied.

"That's fine!" Meng Chu put away his work sign, rolled up his sleeves, moved his wrists, and then said with an enthusiastic look: "Come on, fight!"

Zhuang Jie was slightly stunned at this moment with a serious expression on his face. It was useless to figure out the situation now. Fighting? Lord Wuchang wants to fight with him?
Chapter completed!