Tomb Robbers: Tiandao System

I remembered it, I remembered it.

"Whirring whirring......"

The illustrator's face was pale and his breath was messy and panting.

Zhao Li walked toward him expressionlessly. He approached the illustrator step by step. The illustrator's instinctive fear made him step back.

Staring at him, Zhao Li said coldly: "Now I know, you are dead."

The illustrator listened and kept gasping and gasping...

He knows, already knows...

I moved my fingers and experienced this body. It was still the same as before, so familiar, but...

Looking at Li Zhao, the illustrator said: "I am now..."

"Come with me now!" Zhao Li interrupted him.

"Why?" asked the illustrator.

"Regulations." Official Zhao spoke like a copy machine, "When you are alive, you must follow the laws of the world, and when you die, you must follow the rules of the underworld."

The illustrator seemed to understand what Official Zhao said.

However, he had a feeling that Li Zhao was his nemesis.

"who are you?"

"The person who will send you there."

understood.

The illustrator grabbed Zhao Li, then Wu Liang and Wang Xiaoya, and suddenly started laughing, a bit crazy.

Wang Xiaoya was a little scared and leaned towards Wu Liang. Wu Liang patted her little hand to indicate that it was okay.

Wu Liang looked up at the illustrator again. He understood that the other person just couldn't accept this reality, and that he was in a trance.

However, Officer Zhao walked up, still as ruthless as ever.

"Okay, come with me!"

It has been 1000 years, and I have never seen him, no, no ghost, like an illustrator, one more but not more, one less is not enough.

"

I dont go! "The illustrator shouted excitedly and pushed Official Zhao away.

"I'm not going anywhere, I, I have a home, I, I want to go home!" Unable to bear the persecution of Officer Zhao, the illustrator fled from the convenience store.

The illustrator ran away, but Zhao Li did not chase him, but returned and continued drinking.

Seeing the illustrator running away and disappearing, Wang Xiaoya suddenly became depressed.

He looked back at Official Zhao and said, "Why don't you chase me?"

Yes, why don't you pursue it?

"He will come back, Xiaoya." Wu Liang said slowly, looking outside.

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoya was confused.

"Yeah, didn't you listen to what he said just now? He said that no matter how many times he walked, he would always come to a shop with lights on, which is here." Wu Liangdao.

"You boy!" Officer Zhao turned around and pointed at Wu Liang with a smile on his face, "Yes, he is back. But do you know why?"

Before they could speak, Li Zhao started asking questions and answering questions for himself.

"He has been dead for a long time. As a ghost, he is getting weaker and weaker, so no matter how he walks, he can't get out of the No. 444 convenience store."

This is why Li Zhao didn't rush to chase the illustrator.

Zhao Li was smiling and drinking a small drink, feeling very happy.

"Li Zhao, what will happen if he goes to your place?" Wu Liang looked at Li Zhao and asked.

"Secret!" Zhao Li said with a smile.

Wu Liang raised his eyebrows and was about to ask someone if his skin was itchy, but Wang Xiaoya was faster than him.

"Brother Li, just tell me!"

"Say it!"

Official Zhao was drinking wine when Wang Xiaoya made him drink. He almost vomited and had goosebumps on his skin. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay! Okay! I

My aunt, I said it’s not enough! "Zhao Li had no choice but to compromise.

"Yeah!" Wang Xiaoya proudly gave Wu Liang a victory gesture.

Seeing this, Wu Liang smiled bitterly, he really had nothing to do with this girl.

"Say it!" Wang Xiaoya slapped Li Zhao on the elbow.

He glared at her angrily, took away Wang Xiaoya's little hand, and continued: "Now I have said that his spirit is getting weaker and weaker. The longer he died, the more blurred his memory as a human being. If he disappears, he will become a wandering ghost."

"Wandering ghost?" Wang Xiaoya frowned.

"The wandering soul is a very low-level ghost. No matter which dimension it is in, it has no way of existing. It cannot be reincarnated or reincarnated. It is ignorant and will stay like this forever." Zhao Li explained.

"Well, isn't that too pitiful!" After hearing Li Zhao's explanation, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help but feel pity for him when he thought of the illustrator's behavior.

"Poor, who in the world is not pitiful? This man, no, I have seen this ghost too many times, not to mention him. He just asked for it. He doesn't want to be treated well at home, but he just goes outside to paint flowers and plants." Zhao Li drank. Koujiu said.

"But, but..." Wang Xiaoya didn't know what to say, so she came to Wu Liang and hugged his arm, "Wu Liang, tell me, can he still go home?"

Wu Liang's eyes fell on the illustrations on the table, looking at the paintings above. Each one was so vivid, which showed how attentive the owner was.

Although the current situation of illustrators is partly due to my own reasons, it is also to find the most natural and true life. Otherwise, there would not be such illustrations.

“赵

Official. "Wu Liang looked up at him and said.

Zhao Li paused, put down the bottle, thought for a moment, and said: "At the moment of death, he just acted to go home, but as I have said, he can't see the world, and the world can't see it either. He, he will never have a home, he will always be on the road, wandering around with no end."

"Creak-" An illustration was destroyed in Wu Liang's hands.

"Wu Liang." Wang Xiaoya hugged him tightly worriedly.