Meng Shujun suddenly stretched out his hand, closed his eyes and tapped his index finger on the elite man's eyebrows, and the system suddenly seized his memory and appeared in Meng Shujun's mind. This is what Meng Shujun just discovered, the new usage of the "Hell Workplace Handbook", free cause of death record followers, in a sense, the statistics are very visual and intuitive, and will appear directly in his mind, and will not suddenly appear in front of the public, and then go to the demon spirit to drink tea.

Hell has rules, and it is forbidden to use high-tech products in public, so as not to cause envy and hatred of ghosts, leading to blackening.

[Name: Shen Xiaofan]

[Race: Human]

[Age: 34]

[Merit: 48]

[Cause of death: retaliation for offending the leader, car accident]

He let out a "huh" and opened his eyes, "You said that you rose step by step by patting on the back, but the system showed that the cause of your death was killed by the leader." ”

Shen Xiaofan's smile stiffened slightly, and he stroked his hair in embarrassment, "This, I'm ashamed." ”

"Back then, I always liked to say, ah, the leader is right, it's amazing, it's so funny...... As a result, one day the leader got drunk, and during the meeting, he said that his wife had cheated on him, and he wore a green hat to him, and the cheating object was still his brother. As he spoke, he called me up and asked me what I thought, and as soon as I was nervous, I replied, 'Ah! It's wonderful, it's so funny, it's a green meadow overhead,' and the audience was silent for five seconds, and then thunderous applause erupted. ”

"At that time, my brother knew that the horse's fart was slapped on the horse's leg."

The corners of Meng Shujun's mouth twitched, and he felt his eyelids jump: "What's next?" ”

"Oh, nothing happened. The leader asked me if I really thought so, and I was about to apologize, saying that I really didn't mean to, but I only said three words, that is, the first three words were thrown out by the security guard. I was stunned on the road for a moment, and I was hit by my boss's brother. That's right, the brother who gave him the colored hat. ”

It's sloppy enough to die.

Don't mention the past, it's all a handful of bitter tears~

However, how can such a person have such high merit! Meng Shujun deliberately lowered his voice and asked very seriously: "Have you done a lot of good things in your life?" ”

Shen Xiaofan smiled, "I haven't done anything good, so I went to the orphanage twice and donated some money." Those children have been thinking about me, and I am dead now, and I don't know where they will earn their living expenses in the future. ”

Oh, it turned out that I was worried about the child.

According to the rules of hell, a child's mind is the most pure and beautiful, so if you can get the approval of the children and contribute to the children without asking for anything in return, generally speaking, there will be a lot of merit.

I can't see that such a sycophant can actually have a heart that cares for children.

"Big, my lord, the pot has been moved!" The little ghost had a jet-black pot on his head, held it very high, and respectfully presented it to Meng Shujun.

Meng Shujun's eyelids drooped, a little spring, and his eyes wandered and he glanced at Shen Xiaofan a few more times. It's a pity, since the decoction has come, let's send him to reincarnation.

I wanted to talk about it again.

In fact, it is very simple to do something good, but there are far more people who have fallen into the way of animal life than those who have entered the way of the world.

The human heart is sinister, the world is hot and cold, and the people in the world are not kind.

Meng Shujun pulled the hat down again, covering most of his face, handed him the Meng Po soup after mixing, and said hoarsely: "Shen Xiaofan, don't make any more sycophants in the next life." ”

Shen Xiaofan smiled, took Meng Po soup and drank it all, "Okay." ”

A lonely smile appeared on the corner of Meng Shujun's mouth.

Anyway, when you cross the bridge, you won't remember anything.

For millions of years, every Meng Po has been by the bridge and has seen all kinds of people, some of whom have seen many times, but he will not remember himself. Until Meng Po's life is over, no one will remember who she is when she retires and is laid off.

Anyway, when he crosses the bridge, he won't remember anything.

[Drank Meng Po soup, crossed the Nai He Bridge, and forgot the past]