Star Iron: I picked up a secretary at the beginning of March 7th

One chapter of the main plot, and a side event at the party.

Junyang: One hundred and eighty-four No. 808 Route stopped at Building No. .

Although his limbs were tied, fortunately he could still twist his neck. After hearing Huan Lu's words, Yue Yue subconsciously turned to look in the direction of Hualin. As a result...

Then he saw Hualin motionless, and the spear in his hand was weakly loosened to the ground.

March took a closer look and found a vine tightly wrapped around Hualin's neck.

"How can this be......"

"Hua...Hua Lin!"

"Reply me, Hualin!"

"Move!"

There was no response and Hualin remained motionless.

"Oh, you guys said, if I turn General Xianzhou into a virtual pawn again..." On the other side, Huanlu grabbed Jingyuan with interest, looked at everyone jokingly and said, "Luofu, Will there be another civil unrest?”

"This kind of destruction is more interesting..."

With that said, Huanwu raised his hand and was about to inject destructive energy into Jingyuan. Everyone couldn't help but take a breath when they saw this.

Except Hualin...

Hualin opened his eyes drowsily, only to find that he was in a strange space:

There are no bright colors around, it's all gray scenery, and right in front of Hualin is a gray river.

"Go forward, I'm right in front."

A hollow voice suddenly came from behind Hualin. Hualin subconsciously took out his weapon and turned around, but found that he could do nothing but turn around.

"Shh..."

"Don't disturb it."

The hollow voice came again, and Hualin could see clearly what was in front of him - a black and white butterfly, slowly flying towards the direction behind him.

Hualin opened his mouth in surprise, but found that he couldn't say anything. He tentatively searched for the system in his mind, but there was no news from the other side.

"Shh..."

"Don't make any noise."

"Be quiet and follow it slowly."

The hollow voice sounded again. Seeing that he was in a bad situation, he had no choice but to follow the instructions of the voice and slowly follow the butterfly.

After an unknown amount of time, Hualin finally saw a figure. However, it was just a figure that looked like a "human".

The head of the figure is a huge butterfly? !

"Die...Brother Die?!"

Hualin subconsciously said it, and the latter slowly turned around and "looked" at Hualin quietly.

(I have always been curious. Brother Die’s head is made up of three butterflies. Does it have so-called eyes? Although I feel that there should be.)

(There should be eyes here but we can’t see them)

"Well..." Thinking of what March told him before and the silence Brother Die kept repeating just now, Hualin immediately covered his mouth to indicate that he would no longer make any sound.

But Brother Die shook his head slightly when he saw this, and hollow voices came from all directions again:

"Now you don't have to keep quiet anymore."

After saying that, Brother Die turned around and sat down directly along the river bank, sitting on the coffin he had been carrying all year round.

"Because here... we won't disturb them."

Brother Die slowly stretched out a hand, submerged it into the gray river in front of him, and said no more. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand, patted the place beside him, and motioned Hualin to sit directly on the coffin.

"Thank...thank you."

Hualin approached the coffin cautiously, only to find that Brother Die was sitting at the bottom of the coffin, leaving himself the top of the coffin - the end with the butterfly pattern engraved on it.

Hualin glanced at the butterfly pattern and then at Brother Die who was waiting for him. He gritted his teeth and carefully sat down on the empty space on the top of the coffin.

As if feeling Hualin's nervousness, Brother Die just "looked" at Hualin, then lowered his head and continued to look at the gray river in front of him, and asked in a low voice:

“Where do people go after they die?”

"Uh...will go where it needs to go."

"..."

"..."

silence.

There is only silence.

Hualin was also silenced by his answer. At the same time, he was annoyed and wanted to slap himself a few times: I (urban expletive), what did I say?

"You should...know my story."

One person and one butterfly remained silent for who knows how long. Brother Die was the first to break the silence and said: "I wanted to leave that company, but found that I couldn't escape."

"I wanted to die, only to find myself back there again."

"But the only difference is that before I was on the outside and now I'm on the inside."

Brother Die stretched out his hand on his chest, and a butterfly landed firmly on it.

Withdrawing his hand from the river, Brother Die stood up, put the butterfly back into the distance, and asked with a sense of loss: "So you said, where do people go after death?"

Seeing Brother Die stand up, Hualin also stood up in a hurry. As a result, he stumbled and lost his balance, accidentally dropping Brother Die's coffin into the river.

"Uh......"

Before Hualin could say anything, he saw the coffin spinning in the water and floating away along the river.

"Sorry, sorry! I'll chase you right away!"

Facing Brother Die's huge majesty, Hualin immediately apologized and turned around to chase the coffin, but before he even lifted his feet, he felt his shoulders sink - Brother Die patted him hard.

"Die...Brother Die, please listen to my explanation...I...I was really careless. Let me go first, and I will go and get it back for you first."

"That's not important, I just want to know your answer."

"A...Answer?"

“Where do people go after they die?”

As if wanting Hualin to concentrate on answering the question, Brother Die put his two hands behind his back and took out a brand new coffin.

Hualin saw that Brother Die was really not interested in the coffin just now, so he calmed down and thought about Brother Die's problem.

"Perhaps, it's like a pile of sand dunes in the desert. The place where people go after death is both common and unnoticed, where people sleep quietly."

Hualin answered cautiously, while also paying attention to Brother Die's reaction.

But after hearing this, Brother Die just turned his head and looked at the other side of the river bank, thinking quietly about something.

Brother Die thought silently, and Hualin waited silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Brother Die slowly let go of his hand and whispered slowly: "If you find a beautiful sand dune in the desert."

"Please don't destroy it, countless lost butterflies are sleeping here."

"Go back, this is not the place you should be."

After saying that, Brother Die put down the coffin behind him, stood it up, and opened it in the direction of Hualin.

In an instant, a large number of butterflies spewed out, making Hualin unable to open his eyes. He could only vaguely see Brother Die's words:

"It won't be long before guests arrive."