Every world I die young

Deng Zebao was a little confused, everything was normal and nothing had changed, why did Mo Yinglan react like this, shouldn't he do this?Is he doing something wrong?

Mr. Yang said that it is very likely that Mo Yinglan was entangled by a very powerful ghost king, so what they did was to save him. Although they did not discuss with him, they concealed the truth of the matter and erased his part. Memory, that is also for his own good.

Why, Mo Yinglan didn't seem to want to do this, didn't he know that he was haunted by a ghost?

Deng Zepan's heart was full of twists and turns, and Mo Yinglan said in a low voice: "Brother Deng, I don't know why, but I always feel empty in my heart, as if I forgot something very important..."

Deng Zebao interrupted him and said: "Three or four days have passed since the last exam, if you can forget something important, don't think about it, you probably studied too hard and didn't sleep well, that's why you can't tell the difference between these days. What happened in the sky, well, lie down for a while, we are almost there."

Mo Yinglan looked out the car window, and the bustling high-rise buildings came into view. He put his right hand on his chest and stroked it slowly. Sure enough, he felt a small bump near the tip of his heart.

The system asked [Why don't you stop it? 】

The corners of Mo Yinglan's mouth rose, and she asked: Why stop it?One of them is my best friend, and the other is my own grandfather. Why would I doubt them?

[But the mission target is him...]

Mo Yinglan smiled and said: "I have Shangguan Ce's ghost pill on me, but it's just a spell to hide my breath. As long as the distance between me and him is a little closer, he will definitely be able to detect it."

He played sloppy eyes with great interest.

System, what are you worrying about?Shouldn't we strive for victory in a steady way? If something unexpected happens midway, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss? Didn't you say that you can't ooc, then I can only take my time.

The system stopped talking, and it vaguely felt a little uneasy, perhaps because the previous hosts could not wait to complete the task in the shortest time, but Mo Yinglan didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, the longer the time, the greater the variability .

After a long time, it slowly said [Host, I hope you can speed up the progress as much as possible. 】

Mo Yinglan replied casually, oh good.

His eyes fell on the intersection of the expressway, the red and white building of the toll booth looked very low, there was a long queue in front of it, and the car horns of Didi were beeping non-stop.

Mo Yinglan propped her head, her eyes were fixed on a toll booth far away from them. This toll booth had been in disrepair for a long time and no one was using it. Weeds were overgrown on the edge of the wall, some were pulled out, making it even more messy .

On the wall, the paint was peeling off in large swaths, and if someone stood at the corner and looked carefully, they would find a few dark brown marks scattered on the whitewashed cement wall at the corner.

Because it is at the corner, the wind and rain have been blowing for a long time, and the color of the imprint is not much. Passers-by sitting in the car will never notice it unless they have clairvoyance.

Of course, Mo Yinglan is not clairvoyant, and he can't see it, but he can feel the faint resentment lingering outside this abandoned toll station, which looks a bit gloomy.

Mo Yinglan turned her head and said, "When can I leave the station?"

Deng Zepan looked at his watch: "Don't worry, it will take about ten more minutes."

Mo Yinglan turned her head: "It's so stuffy in the car, can I open the window to get some air?"

Deng Zesi smiled and said, "Open it if you want, why are you being polite?"

"Okay." Mo Yinglan rolled down the car window with a smile.