Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

What imprinted into his eyes was the white ceiling. Qing Lang squinted his eyes and still hadn't regained consciousness. The smell of disinfectant was inhaled into his nostrils, and the powerlessness from his body made him very uncomfortable.

"you're awake?"

Qinglang's pupils narrowed, and when she turned her head, she saw a middle-aged man with a big belly sitting on a stool, holding a newspaper in his hand and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Mr. Chen...how did you appear?" Qing Lang also found out that this was a ward, and it took a lot of effort to sit up when he stood up with his arms propped up. Just a simple movement made him panting from exhaustion.

"You have completed the task well, even if my strategy has expired, it won't affect you." Chen Zhong said, his eyes flickered, and he moved the stool back two steps.

"So, are you giving me an expired strategy on purpose?" Qing Lang narrowed her eyes dangerously, and even sneered when she saw Chen Zhongxin's timid actions, and looked left and right to find out if there was anything that could be handy.

No matter what the situation is now, let's take a breath first and then talk.

"Wait!" Chen Zhong roared, with his hands behind his back, and continued in a serious tone, "I didn't expire the strategy on purpose, but I didn't tell you. Besides, you haven't completed it smoothly now."

"You have to know that with your status of being deprived of all golden fingers, if I didn't arrange it specially, if you go to ancient times or another world, let alone missions, surviving will be a problem."

"Then what's the reason for your appearance now?" Qing Qing's eyes were still unfriendly, but her actions stopped.

"The one you are staying with is the last employer." Chen Zhong took out a mirror from the cabinet and handed it to Qing Lang.

The person in the mirror has handsome features, but his pale complexion and chapped lips made him a little sicker. Qing Qing put down the mirror, his lips were trembling, and his fingers clenched tightly on the quilt turned white.

"What's going on? This is obviously me..." Qing Lang's head went blank for a moment. He even felt that the mission had failed, but when he saw Chen Zhong, he quickly came back to his senses and realized that if he was really eliminated, Chen Zhong would not Reappeared, he forced himself to calm down, "You just said the last employer?"

"Yes, it wasn't like this originally, but there was an accident." Chen Zhong's tone suddenly sank, and he subconsciously took out the lighter from his pocket, but he glanced at Qing Lang and put it back, his brows almost frowned.

"What accident?" An ominous premonition welled up in Qing Lang's heart, this was the first time he had seen Chen Zhong like this.

"You're dead." Chen Zhong said dryly, biting marks on the cigarette sticks.

Qing Lang was silent for a while, maybe because he was shocked just now, maybe because he was clearly still alive, so he just turned his head and began to think.

Back then when he was terminally ill, Chen Zhong appeared in his ward like a pyramid schemer, asking him if he wanted to live, and then directly handed him a blank piece of paper for him to sign.

He signed without hesitation at that time, and he obviously didn't believe what the other party said, but he held a trace of hope inexplicably in his silent heart.

But the moment he signed, his life began to change.

After becoming a member of the time travel department, the soul will be divided into two parts. One part of the soul will still live in the original body, and the other part will become the time traveler to complete the task. The reward is that the body will also be transformed into a normal person until death and given to the new body. , and died normally under the protection of the Ministry of Traversing.

Chen Zhong now said that he died, which was obviously an abnormal death.

"You mean I was killed by someone? But I'm not fine now?" Qing Lang almost scratched the sheet, suddenly there was a dull pain in his chest, and a rusty smell came out of his throat immediately, he subconsciously covered his mouth , but couldn't stop the blood flowing from the cracks in his hands.

Qinglang put down his hands, and his eyes were filled with scarlet blood. He raised his head in a daze to meet Chen Zhong's speechless expression, and opened and closed his blood-stained lips, "This is me..."

"Considering that you died abnormally, the organization made you go back to the past. You only have one week to solve this incident."

"Do you remember what your obsession is?"

Qing Lang raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Zhong, took out a piece of paper and wiped the blood from his hands a few times, looked at the blood-stained palm, his expression was slightly gloomy, different from his calm expression, his heart was burning with rage.

"Of course I remember..."

Whoever killed him must pay the price!

After Chen Zhong finished speaking, he left. Qing Lang understood from his solemn expression that he could not use his relationship to gain convenience this time. He raised his head and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, sorting out a lot of thoughts.

Afterwards, he went through the procedures for discharge from the hospital. After the attending doctor's persuasion failed, he could only follow his advice. Qingliang walked out of the hospital carrying a bag of his own clothes and a lot of medicines prescribed by the doctor, and threw all the bags into the trash can.

Standing at the intersection and looking at the bustling crowd, Qing Qing was a little confused. There was always a purpose in the original owner's body when traveling, and he only needed to follow the original track to complete the original owner's obsession.

And the real Qingming has no parents, and when he was sick, he chose not to contact friends because of the little self-esteem left, and the house was sold for medical expenses. Over time, he became alone.

Who would kill him like this?

"Hello."

Hearing a voice behind him, Qing Lang turned around and saw a boy in school uniform standing in front of him, "What do you want?"

"That..." The boy handed over the envelope in his hand, "Someone asked me to give it to you."

"Who told you to give me something?" Qing Lang was taken aback. He chose to leave the hospital on a whim. He scanned the surroundings, but he didn't see any suspicious person. He frowned and stared at the boy carefully.

He pinned his bad guess on the young man, his slightly squinted eyes became sharper, with a chilling cold light, coupled with his sickly face, the young man took a step back abruptly intimidated by his appearance.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It's just that a stranger just told me to give you something." Seeing that Qinglang refused to take it, the young man threw it on the ground, turned around and ran away.

Qing Lang didn't chase after him, firstly because his physical condition didn't allow it, and secondly he had dispelled his doubts about the boy. He bent down to pick up the envelope, opened it and saw a boat ticket and a black invitation letter.

What attracts Qingqing is the invitation letter. On the black cover, there are three words of invitation letter printed in gold font. When you open it: "Dear Qingqing:

I haven't seen you for three years, are you okay?

我 很想 你.

My birthday is coming up, I hope you can be there.

——Your friend Duan Liheng"

"Aheng..." Qinglang subconsciously blurted out, and soon he pursed his lips tightly, his pale face became more and more ugly, he took out the ticket and glanced at the address, it was an island.

He didn't want to guess the meaning of this invitation letter now, so he took a taxi to the address on the ticket. As soon as he got off the car, the sea breeze blew on his face, and he could still smell a bit fishy.

He found the ship designated by the ticket, and boarded the ship calmly under the strange eyes of the ticket inspector. After all, he really didn't look like a traveler with empty hands.

Qingliang walked on the board of the boat, originally just looking at the scenery casually, but when he heard a voice, he looked along the source.

I saw three men standing in the distance, laughing unscrupulously from time to time, everyone looked at them unkindly but couldn't say anything.

There was almost a huge wave in Qing Lang's heart. He didn't understand why he saw them on the boat. He was confused by many thoughts for a while, and his chest even ached because of his emotions. He grabbed the railing with one hand and covered his chest with the other. , kept taking deep breaths and forced myself to calm down.

Qing Lang's fair skin, coupled with his sickly pale face, made him almost glow under the sunlight. The leader of the three men just raised his eyes inadvertently. When he met Qing Lang, his expression immediately changed. The doubts of the other two people strode towards Qinglang.

Qing Lang only felt shrouded in a shadow, and before he could react, he was embraced from behind, the arms clamped around his waist bound him tightly, and he could even feel the heat of the other party's breath in his ears.

"Sunny." It was Shen Yan's voice.

Qing Lang was flustered by the sudden embrace at first, and even more startled when he heard the voice. Shen Yan was his good buddy in high school. Unexpectedly, after three years of no contact, the other party still picked him out of the crowd.

Shen Yan quickly let go of her hand, grabbed her shoulder and forcibly turned Qinglang around. There was surprise on her handsome face, but she soon sank down.

"Where have you been all these years?"

The other party grabbed his shoulder with great strength. Qing Lang felt the pain, and his face became ugly. He pushed the other party's hand away, leaned on the railing, and said lightly, "None of your business."

Shen Yan's face became more serious, and the temperature in his eyes dropped to freezing point. Usually, his expression like this means that he is about to violently beat someone up.

Qinglang remembered that once someone took the initiative to provoke her, and before he could fight back, Shen Yan appeared out of nowhere, and with this frightening expression, he beat the opponent like a blood gourd on the spot, and sent him to the hospital. It took a long time for the hospital to rescue him. In the end, if Shen Yan's family hadn't stuffed a large sum of money to suppress things and communicate privately, he might have to go to jail.

From then on Qinglang treated Shen Yan as a brother.

"Qing Lang, why are you missing? Do you know how long Shen Yan has been looking for you?" He Jiahao and Ning Bai who followed Shen Yan also saw Qing Qing, and the former was even more dissatisfied.

"I see that your complexion is not very good, are you sick?" But Ning Bai saw that something was wrong with Qinglang, and pulled He Jiahao who was about to step forward, shaking his head slightly to signal not to get involved.

"I did suffer from a serious illness and have been recuperating for a long time," Qing Lang didn't tell the whole story, he took out the invitation letter, "I came here because of this invitation letter."

"It seems that I have to thank the surname Duan..." Shen Yan chuckled, but couldn't tell how much pleasure was in it, and took out the invitation letter exactly like Qinglang, rubbing his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's still a long time before we reach our destination, so let's catch up on the past." Shen Yan deliberately lowered his tone when talking about the past.

Qing Qing's attention was all on the invitation letter in their hands. It was a pleasant thing to be hit by the sea breeze on his face, but his heart was as heavy as a big rock, making him almost out of breath.

Chen Zhong gave Qing Lang a week, which means that in the future he will be killed within a week. During this sensitive period, he not only received invitations from friends, but also met the brothers who were invited together. .

Qing Qing opened the invitation letter, looked at the three words Duan Liheng and said nothing for a long time.

He had prepared for the worst.