Urban Dreams Come True System

Chapter 672, enter the memory

This situation reminded him of the young face ten years ago, the figure that he missed endlessly.

Thinking of this, he shook his head violently, "What am I thinking, Annan has been so kind to me and my family, and she will be my wife in the future, so what else can I be dissatisfied with?"

Just when he was in a daze, a truck drove towards him at a fast speed. He turned the steering wheel hastily, barely avoiding the big truck, and his back was drenched with sweat.

His hand accidentally touched a stack of documents. Seeing this stack of documents, he felt inexplicably sad.

This document was when he was sorting out the materials and found that the supervisor of his construction company had tampered with the performance indicators of the steel reinforcement materials.

If this kind of steel material that does not meet the specifications is used, the structural strength of their company's current project will not reach the highest standard after completion.

He once wanted to report this to his superiors, but his supervisor begged and said that there were people from the superiors involved as well, hoping he would let them off once. He also had a wife, children, and a young child. For a moment, he was obsessed with it, so he immediately asked the supplier to replace it with qualified materials. , I will never dare to do it again, I just ask him to pretend that he didn’t see anything this time.

Zhou Dong finally relented and agreed to destroy the materials they had as long as they returned qualified materials.

The car drove to an intersection, just when the red light came on, Zhou Dong put away his irritability and hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

However, when the brakes were applied, the car had no intention of stopping.

Once, twice, three times,,,,,,

A burst of slamming on the brakes had no effect.

The brakes are broken!

Zhou Dong was in a hurry, sweating profusely.

At this moment, a limited-edition Mercedes-Benz sedan drove over quickly from the side. Seeing that the two cars collided, there was no way to avoid it.

"It's over."

Zhou Dong's mind went blank and he closed his eyes unconsciously.

"Bam—"

After a long time, there was a loud bang.

Zhou Dong's car was knocked into the air, kept rolling in the air amidst people's panic, and then fell heavily to the ground, sparking a long line of sparks.

Finally, he knocked down a row of iron fences and stopped.

The car was somewhat deformed, gasoline was flowing down drop by drop, mixed with blood.

Not far away, another vehicle involved in the accident was no better.

"What to do, someone died."

"Go away, this car is leaking oil and it may explode."

"Call the police quickly."

Passers-by gathered around and kept discussing.

A light figure walked slowly in front of the accident car, without even touching the ground. This figure looked at Zhou Dong, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood and gasoline.

The lithe figure looked exactly like Zhou Dong who died in the car accident.

"Go, go, the car is going to explode."

The lithe figure kept yelling, wanting to pull Zhou Dong who was covered in blood, but when his hand touched the opponent, the hand directly passed through the opponent's body.

There is no sense of touch at all, as if passing through the air.

"What's wrong with me?"

The light figure kept pulling at the person who died in the car accident, and kept pulling with his hands, but it was of no use at all. It seemed that there was always an untouchable distance.

"Save him, please save him."

The light figure kept shouting to the crowd around him, but no one could hear what he said.

"Don't work in vain, just follow me."

A voice sounded abruptly, without a trace of emotion.

The light figure floated up, looking at the comer.

A man in black was floating in the air, wearing a black veil, holding a black sickle in his hand, his whole body was shrouded in a cloud of faint black mist, obscure.

The black sickle, with a faint black light, exudes a cold chill, as if it is a demon devouring the soul.

"who are you?"

"You are already dead."

The simple and emotionless tone made Zhou Dong's heart tremble. To be precise, it was this light figure that trembled all over.

"Impossible, how could I die, are you kidding me, am I still standing here properly?"

"The one lying on the ground is your corpse, and you are now,,,,,,"

"Impossible, impossible, you must have lied to me. How could I die? Nan'an is still waiting for me."

Zhou Dong was a little panicked, he didn't want to believe it was true.

"In the name of God of Death, I come to harvest your souls."

The black-robed man spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

There was darkness around him, to be precise, it was chaos, as if something wrapped him in it, making it hard to see clearly.

Is this man in black the god of death?

Is this what Death looks like?

Zhou Dong didn't know what to say, he looked at the god of death, and the god of death also looked at him.

The two sides are like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, and they have been staring at each other closely.

Time is flying, streamer is flowing.

The street was very quiet, he couldn't hear a single sound, it seemed that there was a special force separating the illusion from the real world.

He was very unwilling to die like this, but it was useless to be unwilling.

The monster in front of her, she said she was the god of death, and she wanted to harvest his soul.

If his soul was taken away by him, how could he see Nan'an and retrieve his memory.

He didn't want to believe that these were all true.

The lithe figure looked at the tragic car accident scene in front of him, as well as the self lying motionless in the pool of blood. After a long time, he looked at his floating body, which was actually half-transparent.

Looking around again, there are several translucent figures like him floating in the air, and they look exactly the same as those who died in the car accident.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that what the visitor said was true, but he had been unwilling to admit this fact just now.

At this moment, the man in black waved the black sickle in his hand, and the translucent figures floating in the air were harvested one by one.

"Don't do this, let me see my family again."

Zhou Dong's light figure begged, he was unwilling to die like this, he had not fulfilled his promise to his lover, he didn't want to die like this, he wanted to escape.

"It's useless."

The man in black robe said calmly, and then without moving, he stood in front of Zhou Dong, grabbed his neck with his hand, and then put the black sickle in his hand on Zhou Dong's neck.

Just as the sickle in the hands of the black-robed man was about to be harvested, images of memories were transmitted to Zhou Dong's mind.

"You, you can actually enter my memory."

The man in black was shocked, and the black sickle fell from his hand.

(End of this chapter)