Chapter 91: I Think You're Making Things Difficult for Me Fat Tiger!

Because you don't go online, you can't receive regular questionnaires, so you can only arrange for someone to send them to you in real life.

The young man's reserved and supple smile contained a meaning that the driver's uncle couldn't understand.

When the driver's uncle saw the smile on his face, he felt inexplicably uneasy, subconsciously became irritable, slapped the questionnaire in the young man's hand, and suddenly raised the volume: "What are you talking about?" Inexplicably, are you sick! I ask you, where do you get off? I'll send you over quickly. Also, I'm kind enough to give you a ride, and I'll be angry if you mess with me again! โ€

"Oh, hehehe, don't be nervous, uncle." The young man said with a smile.

He was not angry at all when he knocked out the A4 paper in his hand, but with a tolerant face, and in turn persuaded the driver not to be angry, until he had said all the good things, and the driver's anger was mostly gone, and the young man took out a brand new A4 paper with the smell of lead ink from his bag again, lowered his head slightly, and said apologetically: "Please forgive me for my previous rudeness, but I still want to ask you to fill out this questionnaire." โ€

The driver's uncle yelled impatiently: "Enough! I don't think you're trying to get a ride, you're just entertaining me, get off! Get me off now! โ€

He slammed on the brakes, and the car's tires made a screeching sound on the road.

But when the driver's uncle was about to grab the young man's collar and drive him out of the car, the young man suddenly put his face in front of the driver's uncle's nose, and the last picture left for the uncle was a pair of strange fluorescent eyes, and the intimate whisper that floated in the night air, like a demon.

"Soon...... Pretty ...... very soon"

A brand hit the wrist of the driver's uncle, who was dull and motionless, as if a living doll had suddenly lost all color. The young man moved his body back, put away the A4 paper that had been knocked out before, and handed the paper out again the second time, and chuckled: "Take it, uncle." For the sake of your kindness in giving me a ride, I'll be a good person to the end. โ€

The young man carefully folded the paper version of the questionnaire, put it in the pocket in front of the uncle's shirt, and helped him put it away closely, with gentle movements, an intimate attitude, and a soft smile, which gave people the strange illusion that the driver was his very important relative.

With that done, he turned to his side and reached into his backpack and pulled out an unopened syringe, a blue vial.

He muttered to himself as he disassembled the medical needle and suctioned the liquid from the blue vial, "If you don't want to be a rose, you have to be a scissor."

If you don't want to be a tourist, become an employee.

To become an employee, the first requirement is unnatural death.

The young man's appearance is completely different from Chen Mo's, and his appearance is not half similar.

But this is Chen Mo, this is a living corpse under his control. Stripping the soul of a living body and grafting one's will onto the living body costs a lot of energy, almost 1.5 times that of capturing a person who is reincarnated in 1 unit.

The two A4 sheets of paper in Chen Mo's hand are not as simple as they seem, one represents the tourist agreement and the other represents the employee agreement.

In a simple temptation, the driver shows extreme rejection of the tourist agreement, and is contradictory and resistant to the employee agreement.

If it were someone else, Chen Mo would have given up.

But the driver's uncle is a big tomato that he finally discovered, he just got a living corpse for experiments, this guy drove into Chen Mo's monitoring range, and Chen Mo's map was red and purple, purple and shiny, so Chen Mo didn't rush over and ambush to take it?

As for letting the driver choose the agreement independently, it is to sign the employee agreement and the tourist agreement, but it is not Chen Mo's kindness.

He just felt that he was prepared. If he accidentally repeats his father's mistakes in the later stage, he somehow reaches the point where people and gods are angry, causing the transcendent reincarnators to be dissatisfied, and the formation of a rebel army must be out of his control.

Pushing all the liquid in the blue vial into the driver's uncle's veins, Chen Mo sat back and watched the other party shake, and then leaned weakly on the steering wheel, roaring in pain, and then slowly lost the color in his eyes.

The breeze pours into the car from the greenery outside the highway through the half-open glass windows, making it a rare chill on a summer night.

There was an extra corpse that had lost his soul beside Chen Mo, and the number in front of him suddenly +1, and he finally exhaled lightly at this time.

His idea is still feasible.

So, go ahead and keep catching the big tomatoes that pass by.

The two big headlights with high beams could not illuminate too much of the place, Chen Mo threw the uncle's body into the main god space, and then withdrew his consciousness, and with a "snap" sound the young man's body fell weakly in the co-pilot, but after a very short time, the semi-enclosed car was filled with a rotten and pungent smell.

In the room, Chen Mo shook his head vigorously, driving out the inexplicable dizziness in his head.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, releasing himself from the temporal confusion that had crossed several levels and descended on the corpse of a living person and retracted it.

After recovering from his recovery, Chen Mo snapped his fingers and motioned for his Black Hole Editor to unfold the screen to him.

Grabbing a big tomato, Chen Mo was very excited now, in order to calm himself down quickly, Chen Mo decided to pour cold water on himself.

"It's just a big tomato, at his level, even if he tries to cultivate hundreds of games, he can't beat one of those guys, not to mention, they stole something that doesn't belong to them."

After coming back to his senses, Chen Mo began to look through the relevant news on the Internet.

Save the Kids! Let the love come home! ใ€‹

"Xiaojun, Mom Won't Say You Don't Go to Work Again"

"Three indoor disappearance cases in our city have not yet made a major breakthrough, and the families of the missing have launched huge rewards"

Do You Believe It? Let my sister play games in the room alone, and disappear in a blink of an eye"

Amazing Facts! Similar disappearances have occurred in many foreign countries, and the case is confusingใ€‹

"At 2 a.m. in City B today, another foreign terrorist force announced that it was responsible for this matter"

Chen Mo clicked on the last push news, wanting to see if the official opinion on this matter had aroused their relevant vigilance.

News reporter: "Since the first bizarre disappearance case in China, since the news came out, there have been many foreign terrorist elements claiming responsibility for this matter, and at 2:15 a.m. today, city time B, another group of new terrorist forces claimed to be responsible for this matter."