The Reckless Man Started by Breaking Through Shawshank

The Rolls-Royce was driving smoothly on the road. As expected of a top luxury car, even bad luck would not let it be destroyed. Wu Xingzhi passed the last section of the road safely, and he could already see the various vehicles parked in front of him.

At this time, the sun had already turned yellow, and the last rays of light before the darkness fell made the whole world shrouded in blood red.

A rumbling sound came from a distance, probably a large machine was digging hard into the ground.

Wu Xingzhi could feel the coordinates in his mind getting closer. The one belonging to Izanami was lying quietly hundreds of meters underground, while the one belonging to Herzog——

Wu Xingzhi narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of expectant smile.

The cat has already started hunting, the poor mouse wonders if he is ready?

New Year's Eve

..

"Ling, are you going to the fireworks festival tonight?"

In the women's locker room, Megumi Watanabe stretched her waist and showed her figure unscrupulously, while asking Asami Ling who was standing aside.

Qian Jianling lowered her head and tried to lift the white fleece pantyhose. This thing has never been liked by neon girls. Even in winter, they prefer half socks, which can reveal a section of white and tender thighs.

Good-looking is good-looking, but it is easy to catch cold. Although my body is not as weak as before, Qian Jianling doesn't want to take risks. Getting sick is always a waste of money.

"Ling? Are you listening to me?"

Watanabe Megumi asked persistently.

"Ah——" Qian Jianling raised his head, showing an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry Hui-chan, I was distracted."

"I will go."

"Great!" Megumi Watanabe exclaimed, "This is the last New Year's Eve in our high school career. By next year, we will no longer be female high school students."

She sighed: "It would be great if I could stay here forever. Thinking that I will become Obasan in the future, I might as well die."

"You can't die." Qian Jianling looked into her eyes seriously and said, "Life is only once, and it is a very precious thing."

"Just kidding." Megumi Watanabe laughed and said, "But, speaking of it, Ling-chan, have you gotten bigger recently?"

She stretched out her hands and grabbed it, Qian Jianling quickly put her hands on her chest, blushing slightly: "No, no."

"Okay, stop making trouble, I still have to prepare the ingredients needed to set up a stall at night."

"Setting up a stall?" Megumi Watanabe opened his mouth: "No wonder you agreed to go to the Fireworks Festival, so it was for setting up a stall?"

"Of course." Qian Jianling said with a smile: "There are so many people in the Fireworks Festival, it's a rare opportunity, but I have prepared a lot of ingredients!"

"Lingjiang is always like this." Megumi Watanabe lowered her eyes and complained, "This is New Year's Eve, can't you give yourself a little vacation?"

"If it can be sold out before twelve o'clock, I will go to you." Qian Jianling took Watanabe Hui's hand, "Hui-chan is the most considerate, you won't blame me, right?"

Megumi Watanabe sighed: "Hey, who told me to be your best friend."

She smiled and said in an uplifting tone: "It's decided, I'll help you set up a stall together! Try to sell out as soon as possible, let's celebrate the New Year together!"

"By the way, I heard that the shrine on the other side of the meeting is very effective. Do you want to make a wish first?"

"Making a wish..." Qian Jianling hesitated: "You want money?"

......

In the end, he did not escape the request of Megumi Watanabe. Before the firework festival started, Rei Asami was dragged and stood in front of the shrine.

The venue is crowded with people, and the girls with peach blossom faces are jumping for joy, preparing to welcome the arrival of the new year. In fact, for girls of this age, the feeling of New Year’s Eve is far less than the joy of gathering with friends or boyfriends. Stuff, for everyone, is a good excuse to ask out the person you like in a fair manner.

Qian Jianling was wrapped in a thick down jacket, and she was a bit out of place with the people around her.

"There are a lot of people." Megumi Watanabe shouted excitedly: "Did you know that the Fireworks Festival has been rated as the most romantic meeting place, and it's decided. My wish later is to have a romantic meeting tonight."

"Ling, what wish do you wish for?"

"...a lot of money." Qian Jianling murmured, her eyes were fixed on the wishing pool, which was full of bright copper coins.

Covering Qian Jianling's eyes with one hand, Watanabe Hui said in a bad tone: "Are you thinking about something blasphemous?"

"Ah—" Qian Jianling exclaimed in a low voice, "I don't, I'm not!"

She glanced at the wishing pool longingly, and forced herself to look away.

"It's our turn!"

The person in front left, Watanabe Megumi hurriedly pulled Asami Ling forward, pulled the hanging rope, rang the bell, threw in a coin, clapped his hands, put his hands together, and closed his eyes to make a wish.

Qian Jianling hesitated for a moment, then took out a coin, touched the bell, and closed his eyes.

"Make a wish?"

She thought of the man who helped her let go of her knot and fulfilled her wish. Even after so long, the man's appearance was still engraved in her heart.

Compared with the illusory gods, the opponent is much more reliable.

Thinking of this, Qian Jianling couldn't help but smile.

In fact, she didn't even know who the gods enshrined in this shrine were. After throwing the coin in, she regretted it a little. For her, everything she wanted was more willing to fight for it with her own hands. The money left by Mr.

However, all the money is spent, and if you don't make a wish, you will lose a lot.

So she clasped her hands together, trying to look pious.

"My lord, if possible, let me see Mr. Wu again."

Then she opened her eyes and froze for a moment.

She didn't know why she made this wish, it seemed to be instinctive.

"Forget it, it won't happen anyway."

......

As soon as he got busy, Qian Jianling quickly forgot about making a wish. It was really a good idea to choose to set up a stall at the Fireworks Conference. The ingredients decreased rapidly, and the money in his pocket increased visible to the naked eye, which made Qian Jianling His smile never disappeared from the beginning to the end.

Megumi Watanabe looked at the ingredients on the table eagerly, until the last one was sold out, and then sat down on the chair limply: "It's finally over! Why should I be so hotheaded to help you! My firework festival, my A romantic encounter!"

"Be good." Qian Jianling patted her head, and handed over a bunch of takoyaki: "Come on, I'll leave it for you, okay, we can close the stall to watch the fireworks."

"You still have a bit of conscience." Megumi Watanabe bit down, and said vaguely: "In short, the rest of your time this year is mine!"

"Yes..." Qian Jianling said with a smile: "Until next year comes, I will never leave, okay?"

"Hey." Megumi Watanabe jumped up: "Come on, let's go for a stroll first, maybe suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place?"

"This Chinese poem is not used in this way." Jian Jianling said.

"I know you are good at Chinese." Megumi Watanabe complained.

Qian Jianling smiled. After all, that person is also from Huaxia. Unknowingly, he spent more effort on Chinese.

After tidying up the booth, Qian Jianling smiled and said, "Let's go."

There was no reply from the side, Qian Jianling raised his head, and suddenly found that the bustling crowd disappeared at some point, and there were only red lanterns swaying with the wind on the street of the market.

The smile on Asagi Ling's face disappeared.

Then, she heard a chilly wind coming from one side, mixed with the faint sound of ancient musical instruments.

She turned her head to look, and saw shadowy figures forming a long dragon. They were carrying the sedan chair, and the translucent gauze curtain on the sedan chair was lifted by the wind, so that Qian Jianling could see the weird ghosts sitting in the sedan chair.

Hundred Ghosts at Night.

She seemed to be a human being who had strayed into a ghost, watching the ghosts walk by in front of her neatly, which made her hairs stand up involuntarily.

She hurriedly hid behind the booth, trying to reduce her sense of existence, and then, she found that the ancient music had stopped, and there was a dead silence around.

She couldn't help but looked up, only to see dense crowds of ghosts surrounding the booth, their eyes fixed on her.

Ruined--

Qian Jianling sighed in his heart, obviously he was only participating in a firework festival, why did this happen.

The ghosts slowly gathered around, but did not make a move. The ghost standing in the front looked at Qian Jianling, hissing sound came out from his decayed throat, and a look of embarrassment and entanglement appeared on his terrifying face. After a long time, he finally said said a word.

"Happy New Year......"

"..." Qian Jianling was stunned: "Huh?"

Other ghosts also worked hard to speak, and the strange voices continued to sing: "Happy New Year...Happy New Year..."

Qian Jianling didn't know how to face this situation.

If so many people wished her New Year's greetings, she must be very touched, but now surrounded by so many ghosts and monsters, Qian Jianling dared not move even if she moved.

When they say Happy New Year, it sounds more like "give me back my life".

"Thank you..." She cried with a sad face: "I accept your blessing, can you let me go?"

"Happy New Year..." The ghosts were still roaring. Some ghosts were obviously unable to speak, but there seemed to be some kind of great power forcing them.

Then Asami Rei saw the ghosts parting a narrow path.

She paused, bit the bullet and walked through the ghosts who kept sending New Year greetings on both sides, and saw a red sedan chair at the end of the road.

"Happy New Year." The ghost standing in front of the sedan chair lowered his head, wearing a white dress, with black hair covering his face.

For some reason, Qian Jianling felt that this ghost seemed familiar.

"Do you want me to get on the sedan chair?" Qian Jianling asked.

"Happy New Year."

"Okay, it seems that we can't communicate."

With no other choice, Qian Jianling sat on the sedan chair, and soon the ghosts swarmed up, carrying Qian Jianling forward, the translucent screen window made Qian Jianling only faintly see the road ahead, and the red lanterns on both sides of the road slowly disappeared , the surroundings instantly became dark and boundless, and then starlight, extremely bright starlight.

Qian Jianling couldn't help but want to untie the screen window, but he couldn't open it at all, so he could only move his face closer.

The sedan chair seems to be walking in the endless starry sky, the ghosts form a long dragon, and the female ghost in white is waiting by the side of the sedan chair.

"Where are we going?" Qian Jianling couldn't help asking.

"Happy New Year." The female ghost replied stiffly.

"..."

As if traveling through an endless distance, the starlight finally disappeared, and Qian Jianling vaguely saw a magnificent palace standing in the deep space. It was something beyond words, and even gods would bow their heads before this palace.