The Endless Shuttle

‘It’s a hospital. ’Acelia said wonderingly: ‘You’re not thinking about the two rituals, are you? It's February 1995, and she didn't go to high school until April, which is far from the plot. ’

"No, I'm not talking about two ceremonies." Rope shook his head.

"There was a woman who was in a similar situation to me, lying there, desperate and helpless, and finally fell into the abyss under the impetus of a conspiracy..."

‘...Wu Tiao Mist Painting? ’

After thinking about it, Acelia knew who Rope was talking about.

The chess piece of Huang Ye Zonglian, the realm of the sky. The main character of the overlooking scenery-the poor woman who has a specious experience with Rope.

‘...Do you want to help her? ’

Acelia asked tentatively.

She knew that her lover had always hated his past, so Acelia didn't dare to say anything.

"Um……"

Even if Rope had a cure for the fog painting of the witch article, that would by no means be acceptable to normal humans.

Sudden and alien changes are definitely not a good thing for the poor man standing on the edge of the cliff.

Take away the Wutiao mist painting arbitrarily-maybe the other party doesn't have the strength and courage to resist, but then her spirit will be very problematic.

Don't do meaningless things.

Luo Pei and Wu Tiao Wu-e are very similar, so he knows what the woman needs most now.

"Let her stay in the hospital for now. I will take care of the chores in two days, and I will try to get to know her, and then talk to her."

'Um. ’

After Acelia responded, she became silent.

After Luo Pei sighed slightly, he crossed the front entrance of the hospital and walked forward again.

The realm of the sky... the collection of tragedies really deserves its name.

Chapter III Wutiao Fog Painting

As for the house, Ropey would talk about it the next day.

In the current downturn in the real estate industry, there are still people who are willing to pay for a luxury house in full without instalment. For that sales company, it can be regarded as a gospel from heaven, and the Bodhisattva is reborn.

Therefore, when Ropey chose a western-style villa around the city, the other party’s people quickly started to go through all the procedures the next minute after he finished speaking. The efficiency was surprisingly fast, and he did not worry about it at all. Proper. He threatened to deal with the furniture problem overnight tonight, and that he would be able to move in the next day.

So Rope waited until the next day in the star-rated hotel in Guanbuzi City.

"This is the key to your villa."

"Um."

In Luo Pei's new house, a nice-looking woman dressed as a secretary handed a bunch of keys with respectful hands.

It is completely different from the villas in the World of Godslayers, and tends to be decorated in gold and white as a whole. There is a small garden and swimming pool in the backyard, which can be used to relax. The surrounding furniture is made of wood, and the whole room reveals a smell of wood. It seems that the company has indeed worked hard.

There are two master bedrooms, two living rooms, two kitchens, ten guest rooms, and a few other rooms-let alone one person, ten people are more than enough.

After that, he handed the female secretary a 20 million yen bank card without a password of the Bank of Japan, and asked him to take care of the utility bills, and then he helped himself to pick up a car and use the rest as a tip. The other party is naturally willing and willing, and this kind of good thing is more joyful than losing money from the sky.

Rope is not stingy about trivial things that can be solved with money. Anyway, in the eyes of his "power supremacist," they are nothing more than waste paper and stones.

In this way, it took root in Guanbuzi City.

After noon, Rope did not intend to stay at home any longer.

The resident card and housing issues were resolved, and he planned to visit the person who made him feel particularly complicated when he was studying in the realm of the sky today-Wu Tiao Wuhui.

Born in "Wu Tiao", a branch of the "Wu Jing Family" of the four major devil families.

In the early years of Wutiao Wuhui, he has a happy family, a wealthy life, and a good upbringing and appearance. She has all the happiness a girl can get.

But destiny always likes to play tricks on others maliciously.

After major economic problems in Japan, her father went bankrupt, and later died in an accident with her mother and younger brother. Even the only one who is left is suffering from a terminal illness that can basically declare a chronic death. The hospital's treatment is just to prolong her life appropriately, and it does not have much effect.

Maybe three years, maybe five years.

In the long pain, Wutiao Wuhui was confined in the small room less than fifty square meters. At first, some relatives came to her, and when they realized that it was unprofitable, no one came, except for the nurse who was routinely maintained.

Even the treatment fee is paying for the Huang Yelianzong who wants to use her and squeeze the last trace of her life.

--Poor man.

It's a long walk from the edge of the city to the city center.

Because it was still in the winter season, Rope put on clothes that matched this season before going out. Originally, his appearance was dazzling enough. He didn't intend to stand out in this world too much. A year and a half of Godkiller's experience was enough.

Go past two more intersections, turn left, and he will reach his destination.

Looking at the scene I saw two days ago, the front entrance of the hospital. Luo Pei received the collar and walked in with a handful of orchids he had just bought from the flower shop.

Because of the working day, there are not many people at this time. There is only a young nurse at the front desk looking down at something, not paying attention to Rope holding the flowers.

"Hello, please tell me which floor Miss Wu Tiao's room is on."

"Ah... OK."

Seemingly taken aback, the nurse raised her head and glanced at Luo Pei, then immediately lowered, some hurriedly rummaging through the list of inpatients.

"Miss Wutiao, is that the Wutiao mist painting?"

"Yes. I think she should be famous? After all, she may have been in your hospital for a long time."

"Well...Miss Wu Tiao is very poor. She was terminally ill when she was young. I heard that her family had also passed away."

The nurse said in a pitiful tone.

She found the ward where Wu Tiao Wuhui was located, and then asked Luo Pei.

"Who are you from her? Sorry, it's just the hospital regulations. Please forgive me. It's been a long time since no one has visited Miss Wu Tiao."

"It's okay." Luo Pei said gently: "I was a classmate in her high school, because I worked in other cities before, and I haven't found time to see her until now."

"So..." The nurse nodded.

"Ward No. 3 on the left of the fifth floor, Miss Wu Tiao lives there."