Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

The man froze for a moment: "Experience?"

"That's right." Mu Xing said, "This way you can truly feel the feeling of being a soul."

The man was a little moved and hesitated: "In this way, it won't affect me, right?"

Apart from this, he was even more afraid of Mu Xing doing something bad.

Mu Xing smiled but said, "You can rest assured, if I really want to do something to you, it's useless for you to be on guard."

The man was still hesitating, and Yu Lao, who was chatting enthusiastically with the hanged ghost girl, came over and asked very enthusiastically, "What are you talking about?"

Mu Xing told him.

"I want to try." Old Yu's eyes lit up, and he volunteered without saying a word.

Mu Xing was embarrassed: "This is not a simple matter, I can only use it once a day."

Hearing what he said, the man immediately felt that this opportunity was not easy, and it was supposed to be his opportunity, why should he give it up to others?

He immediately said: "I asked first, I am willing to give it a try."

He looked at Yu Lao: "Yu Lao, let's come first, first come first, let me try for you first."

Yu Lao muttered, reluctantly retreating to the side.

But this matter sounded very bizarre, he didn't go far, just stood by and watched.

The rest of the accompanying people also gathered around.

What are the conditions for a person to become a soul for a long time after death? This is a question that countless researchers have been trying to figure out for so many years.

Mu Xing let them see it on purpose.

He was sitting in the main seat, the man's expression was nervous and excited, the expression of the man with glasses beside him looked at him, and for some reason, there was a trace of pity.

"Zhao Lian, go." Mu Xing said to the man with glasses.

Zhao Lian, the man with glasses, nodded and walked towards the man.

The man didn't know what he was going to do, and waited quietly for Zhao Lian to approach, until the distance between the two of them was about to collide, and Zhao Lian had no intention of avoiding it.

The man subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but it was too late - Zhao Lian's figure bumped into him.

But he didn't feel any impact, he just felt a cold body, and his thoughts began to become chaotic.

But this scene, in the eyes of Pang Guanzheru, was a little scary - the man with glasses didn't collide with the man, he directly crashed into the man's body.

Yu Lao immediately looked at Mu Xing: "This?"

Mu Xing comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt him. Only in this way can he truly experience what he wants."

As soon as his voice fell, the man's blank expression suddenly changed.

His expression became painful and unwilling, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, his whole body convulsed in pain, profusely sweating, as if he was experiencing some heart-breaking pain.

He opened his mouth, stared in a certain direction blankly, stretched out his hand tremblingly to grab something, and crawled forward bit by bit.

Mu Xing blinked.

On the ground behind the man, a meandering and messy bloodstain began to appear, like the traces of a person with blood on his body crawling all the way.

His movements became slower and slower, his strength became weaker, and his expression gradually became desperate.

Finally, he stopped moving.

he died.

Everyone understands.

It's like a well-acted drama, easily substituting people into it.

Mu Xing blinked again, the blood on the ground disappeared, and a shadow rose from the man, it was Zhao Lian.

He was a little silent, glanced at Mu Xing, nodded at him, and walked outside, his figure blending into the night.

Yu Lao wanted to ask something, but he stopped talking when he saw this scene, and waited quietly, with a thoughtful expression.

The men on the ground began to wake up.

There were still tears on his face, and the moment he opened his eyes, his expression was reflexively filled with pain and despair. It was not until his eyes swept across the surrounding people that his rationality finally returned to his senses.

He got up, and someone handed him a hot towel.

The man wiped his face with lingering fear, recalling what he had experienced just now, he couldn't help asking Mu Xing: "What do you mean? If you don't want to fulfill it, I can just say it straight, why bother to tease people like this?"

"Teasing? How did I tease you?" Mu Xing retorted, "What you felt just now is the scene before Zhao Lian died."

The man was startled, and the others who had just seen that scene looked at him in shock.

Mu Xing said indifferently: "Zhao Lian is a thousand years older than you. At that time, human beings had just reached the early technological age, and they were not as developed as they are now. He was 23 years old when he died, and he had just graduated from university."

Zhao Lian is an orphan, but he is lucky. The head of the orphanage is a very kind aunt. These unadopted children are all her children.

With the help of the dean and the government's policies, Zhao Lian successfully completed his university studies.

When he could work to earn money to repay the dean, the dean fell ill.

It is a difficult disease that requires a lot of money to control the disease.

Zhao Lian works three jobs and only rests for six hours a day, desperately trying to earn money.

One of his three jobs is serving midnight snacks to workers on the construction site at night.

The salary of this job is very good. At that time, after the boss of the construction site heard about him, he wanted to help him.

The day he died was the day he was paid.

Because he had to get up early to go to work again the next day, and the place he lived was a bit far from the hospital, after cooking the meal in the middle of the night, Zhao Lian carried a bag containing two months' salary and prepared to go directly to the hospital.

Sleep in a hospital chair for a few hours, pay the bill in the morning, and go straight to work after finishing.This is his plan.

The hospital has already called to inform him that a drug that can treat the dean's mother's disease has been developed and is in the clinical trial stage. If it goes well, the dean's mother can accompany them for many years.

When Zhao Lian left, he greeted the workers with a smile all over his face.

Unfortunately, he failed to send the money to the hospital.

A co-worker saw the money in his bag and became greedy and vicious.

"He was followed by someone, and he quietly smashed it on the head with a brick, and he fell down in a daze." Mu Xing remembered what he "saw" and looked a little bit unbearable.

The man was still afraid that he would not die, so after Zhao Lian fell down, he smashed his face with a brick until his face was bloody, so he went to grab his bag.

Even so, Zhao Lian didn't let go, the man broke off his hand again and snatched the bag.

He twitched, struggled, opened his bleeding eyes, and kept repeating "Give it back to me".

Someone sniffed in the courtyard, and Yu Lao turned his face to the side and sighed.

The man's face was a bit ugly, he felt sympathy for the personal experience just now, and at the same time was a little angry, he couldn't help but said: "It all happened 1000 years ago, what's the point of talking about it now?"

Mu Xing said: "Of course there is. Don't you really want to know why some people can become souls after death?"

"Now I've told you the answer. Just like Zhao Lian, when he died, he kept huge regrets and obsessions. He couldn't let go of it. He couldn't let go. this moment."

Facing the stunned eyes of the man above, Mu Xing said calmly: "You must have felt that pain more clearly than anyone else just now, right? But you only experienced this short moment, and Zhao Lian, from his death to the present , For more than 1000 years, this pain has been repeated repeatedly."

"You living people desire this kind of eternal life. But you don't know, for the souls, how much they desire to end everything at the moment of death."

This is not immortality, this is torture.

Everyone looked at each other.

The man asked without giving up: "What you said is true? Are you suffering from this kind of pain now? Are all your souls like this?"

Concubine Gong rolled her eyes gracefully: "Young master, why do you need to lie to you? You must have seen the live broadcast of that brat, right? We were all like that before, the way we were before we died. "

"Now it's because I was lucky enough to meet the young master, I got relief, and the pain finally dissipated, so I can return to my normal appearance."

The man seemed to only hear what he wanted to hear: "So you don't feel pain now?"

The imperial concubine said with a smile: "Yes, we are freed from the obsession before dying, and it will soon dissipate."

The meaning revealed in these words made the man's expectations come to nothing.

He didn't give up: "Is there no way to have both?"

The concubine has seen too many people like him.

She sneered: "In the era I lived in, the most powerful person was the lord of the world. Who wouldn't want to live forever if he could sit in that position? But look, who has achieved his goal?"

Everyone was silent for a while.

Only Yu Lao, his old eyes looked at the ghosts one by one, looking at this beautiful courtyard, very sad: "So you are all going to disappear? Will you not see such a precious courtyard in the future?"

The little melancholy that Zhao Lian aroused in the concubine's heart disappeared all of a sudden, and she snorted: "Old man, so you are just sad that there will be no one for you to study in the future, right? You don't have any regrets about this palace? You miss the young master?"

Old Yu looked kindly, and laughed softly: "What is there to be reluctant to part with? According to what Young Master Mu said, disappearing would be a great joy for all of you. If it is possible, the old man can't wait to hold a farewell banquet for you."

The concubine Gong didn't expect him to say this, her heart warmed up, and she scolded in a low voice: "This old man is so caring."