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The punches just now were so hard that Jiang Jiankai suspected that his ribs were broken. He arched his body slightly, and the next second his shoulders were pressed down. Silence grabbed him and prevented him from sliding down.

Jiang Jiankai looked up, but unfortunately his silent pupils were too dark to see the emotion inside.

He was a little disappointed, but then he was relieved, and said with a smile: "Death is at your hands, after all, this ending is not too bad."

Mo Mo held him down, and continued to approach, "If I were a wraith, I might take revenge."

Jiang Jiankai didn't understand.

The silence was powerful, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the other person's body temperature, maybe a little cold, but not exaggerated, he could even feel the heat exhaled by the other person when he spoke.

But...impossible, obviously he fired the shot, obviously he checked Silence's body.

As if seeing Jiang Jiankai's doubts, he said silently, "I'm dead, you should have confidence in your marksmanship."

"Then you...now are..."

"I exist in another form now, not a human, but not a wraith either, do you feel it?"

The palm touched Jiang Jiankai's face, and he slapped twice in a row. It was not a vigorous slap, but a slap similar to a playful slap between friends.

Jiang Jiankai felt the temperature of his hands, as well as the hard calluses on his palms.

It was a weird touch, and in an instant, the picture of training many years ago flashed across his mind, and his heart beat violently uncontrollably.

Perhaps Jiang Jiankai's reaction was too strong, he smiled silently and raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe I'm just like that. I will continue to perform official duties after death, but now I'm working for the spirit world. You didn't think of this when you killed me, did you?"

Jiang Jiankai finally understood the difference between Silence and the past.

In the past, the instructor's expression was always indifferent, as cold and sharp as a knife, and he never had a smiling face or a pleasant face.

Jiang Jiankai didn't expect that he would laugh too, it was still this casual and cynical smile.

"You're not silent, you're fake..." he murmured.

The man raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and Jiang Jiankai continued to say loudly: "You are not him, you are a counterfeit, who are you? Why are you pretending to be him!?"

"To prove that I am real, do you want me to tell the details of my death?"

After a slight pause, he said silently: "Uh, no, to be more precise, should I say how you killed me? Or... to see how I look after being shot in the head... Forget it, that's too ugly , it doesn’t fit my aesthetics, I don’t even want to watch it myself…”

He waved his hand, a look of self-loathing.

"This is what I can't tolerate the most. It's fine if you kill me, but you still make me so ugly, Fang Tang, do I have any grudge against you?"

These words did not enter Jiang Jiankai's ears at all. At the moment he was questioned, his brain seemed to explode. He lowered his eyes in despair, opened his mouth, and wanted to beg for silence not to continue, but he still didn't say it in the end. .

That was the fact he was most afraid to face—in that operation, all the team members died, including the instructor who led the team, and only one person survived, and that was him.

He didn't think it was a lucky thing, in fact, every day after that, he lived in hell.

Shen Mo immediately laughed again, shrugged, and laughed at himself: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously, look, I'm still alive and kicking."

Jiang Jiankai's hands were clenched tightly, and his nails sank deep into the flesh. He felt pain, probably the same pain he felt when Silence was shot.

His jaw was pinched, forcing Jiang Jiankai to raise his head.

Shen Mo put away his smiling face, looked at him, and said coldly: "In short, I am staying in the world with a legitimate identity, and I am carrying out tasks by the way. I just moved here recently, and I thought of you."

He glanced at the room, and teased, "Ha, that's great, you live in a big house, you're still working, and you work from nine to five every day, it stands to reason that you should look better after living this kind of life, right? Why do you have such an ugly face... oh yes, it's because of a bad heart, after all, these are all in exchange for everyone's life, as a betrayer..."

"I didn't betray you, instructor please believe me, it's not my betrayal!"

"But you killed me, you shot me!"

"that is because……"

When the words came to his lips, Jiang Jiankai didn't know how to explain.

For those who have died, any explanation is sophistry. He simply said: "Because I have no choice. In order to complete the task, I will risk my life!"

"Then let me tell you, you are wrong."

Silence spoke lightly, and the two were very close to each other, but Jiang Jiankai couldn't see any emotion from his pupils, so he said, "I know, so I have been waiting for this day, one life owes one life, you You can do it now."

"If possible, I would like to do the same, but unfortunately I am now a civil servant... from the spiritual world. According to those hateful regulations, I can't kill people, so..."

He suddenly approached, and Jiang Jiankai instinctively dodged backwards, but there was a wall behind him, and his shoulders were still held down, unable to move at all.

Seeing that silence was almost on his cheek, he subconsciously held his breath.

"Anyway, what you owe me must be repaid, such as..."

The heat sprayed to Jiang Jian's open lips with the silent closeness, and before he could react, his lips were pressed by the other's lips.

The warm feeling was conveyed to Jiang Jiankai with such intimate closeness, his eyes were blank, and before he could figure out what was going on, his lips had been pried open by the tip of the other's tongue.

The man's tongue stuck into his mouth with a rough and direct manner, not allowing him to refuse in the slightest.

"Do not……"

The tip of his tongue was bitten, and the tenderness stimulated Jiang Jiankai's feeling. He finally came back to his senses. His first reaction was to resist. He stretched out his hand to push Silence, but in exchange for a stronger oppression.

Silence bit his lips, the tip of his tongue curled around his tongue, forcing him to respond, the taste buds overflowed with fluid during the friction, and spread into his mouth, the pain was accompanied by lustful communication, trying to capture him little by little.

Silence's hand moved away from Jiang Jiankai's shoulder, and turned to wrap his arm around his waist.

The rough palms were directly attached to his skin, and the friction brought pain, which was just the right kind of pain. He couldn't help panting, his heart was beating violently, feeling the warm carcass pressing on his body, and he clearly knew what to do. Those who resisted, but the body involuntarily catered to the opponent.

The kiss changed at some point, from the initial coercion to the mutual caress, Jiang Jiankai gave up on himself, and since he couldn't resist, he simply cooperated.

He accepted the silent soliciting kiss, their tongues entangled together, rolled and rubbed, and then bit and sucked, as if tasting a delicious dessert.

During the passionate kiss, Jiang Jiankai's hair was touched, and a hand was gently rubbed through his hair, giving people the illusion of tenderness.

If this is a dream, he expects it to never end.

He closed his eyes, greedily enjoying the pleasure brought by the hot kiss, thinking in a trance.

However, the discordant beeping sound broke his expectation, and then the warmth against his body disappeared, the man took a few steps back and let him go.

Under the bright lights, there was nothing to hide from. In the silent space, only his deep breathing was heard.

He opened his eyes, almost not daring to look directly at Shen Mo, but couldn't help but not look at him.