Gongsun Qianhua died, completely dead, when he watched his body fly out of the road, saw his body being taken to the hospital by ambulance, the doctors nervously put all kinds of equipment on him, both ventilators and cardiotonics, watched the body push out of the morgue, looked at the sad expressions of his parents and relatives and friends, watched the burning remains in the incinerator jump wildly, the grease kept flowing out and turned into flames, and finally a little bit of poor ashes was left into a delicate little box, put into the cold cement floor, watching his name printed on a dignified stone tablet, not even the name of the person who made the payment, this strange death experience, he did not cry, did not howl, he even smiled after reading all this, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: It's finally over, my sinful life.

He was even glad that at the age of 33, he was able to solve the troubles that might arise in the future at once. Then, he didn't have much time to reminisce, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he gradually lost himself.

(, if you want to implant memories in me, you have to implant a decent ah, a 33-year-old lonely man, thanks to this movie system to be able to think of it.) ）

Zhang Huen got up from the ground after waking up, the clothes on his body were still so sloppy, looking at a huge colorful picture behind him was a little dazzling, he wiped his eyes and took a closer look, it turned out to be a poster. Five beautiful women in bunny girl outfits are surrounded by a handsome guy in an evening gown, who holds a sign in his hand that reads "Welcome to Purgatory!" "Seven large golden letters plus an exclamation point.

It's cheesy enough, and Zhang Huen disdainfully disdains the design of the poster, slandering its cheekiness as comparable to the signboard of an old Shanghai nightclub.

The surroundings look like subway platforms, old platform pillars, signs hanging under the eaves that glow white without any text patterns, mottled walls around them, and crudely made posters. A pitch-black tunnel lies under the platform, on which nearly 100 people of all races stand or sit as if waiting for the same subway.

These people turned out to be actors, aren't they talking about good self-cultivation. Why did so many people pop up at once, Zhang Huen didn't know that the self-cultivation of the dragon set was actually the self-cultivation of the actor. Daxia Royal TV has not been rampant enough to pirate the copyright of the whole entertainment group, and due to technical barriers, they do not have the ability to pirate it.

People were jostling around on the platform questioning each other, all asking whose prank it was, if it was a kidnapping or something, and they just didn't believe they were dead.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to purgatory!"

Same lines as on the poster. Zhang Huen looked at the gentleman in white who appeared in the center of the platform out of thin air, this person was well-dressed and kind, but he still had that kind of non-human atmosphere, which made the people who had originally gathered in the center scatter, but the natural curiosity of human beings made them reluctant to stay away, but kept a distance of 5 to 6 meters.

"Episodic creature Mattlandi (Infernal Bringer)

Faction: Neutral (kills do not grant the number of people needed to complete the mission)

Comprehensive combat effectiveness: 55oo

An unchallengeable existence. ”

"My name is Mattlandi, and I'm the soul guide of Purgatory, and I'm sure you must have a lot of questions about life in this world, right? It's okay, I can patiently answer them one by one. ”

Everyone looked at each other. No one expected that the so-called "bull head and horse face", "soul messenger", "death", and "angel" would be such a kind creature, in their subconscious, the creature doing this kind of work should be similar: security + security + city manager. Isn't there an old saying in Great Xia called:

"Hades is better. Is it difficult to get a little ghost"? However, this little ghost had a sincere face and full of enthusiasm, giving people a warm feeling, so someone had the courage to ask:

"Excuse me, why don't I see the elderly? Aren't there any elderly people dying today? ”

"This gentleman is very observant."

Mattlandi praised the middle-aged fat man who asked the question, this fat man in a suit and tie, shiny leather shoes, and a flat combed head looked a little powerful in his life. But this is not everyone's concern, just listen intently to Mattlandi's explanation:

"First. You have to make it clear that this is not hell, Yama, heaven, Elysium or anything like that. This is purgatory, a world of complete difference. ”

"It's really surprising!"

There was a black man next to him who accosted him, causing everyone to laugh, Zhang Huen looked at the people around him, and now their combat power is floating between 5~11, and the camps are all in the same camp (killing will increase the number of people needed to complete the task, it is strongly recommended not to kill.) ）

Mattlandi continued to explain, disapproving:

"Of course, the biggest difference between our Purgatory and the four worlds mentioned above is you. You, yes, that is, you, did not have any commendable merits in your lifetime, nor did you have any contributions, nor even any usefulness。。。。。。 Litter! Rubbish! Ordinary people who are mediocre. ”

Perhaps it was the last vitriolic comment that came as a surprise and the crowd fell silent, but a moment later there was a wave of discontent in the crowd, and people were outraged by the comments made of Mattlandi, and many of them howled and listed all kinds of things about their own lives, trying to change the minds of Mattlandi or others; Others responded to Mattlandi in the most vicious language of their locality.

"Quiet, quiet!"

"Why? I've done so much for the Empire, and you call me a waste! ”

"Contribution? IMHO, do you mean those twenty years you spent in the resources sector? ”

“。。。。。。 Well...... ”

The middle-aged man who had been praised just now was obviously lacking in confidence, and when he saw the mockery in Mattlandi's eyes, he was familiar with the Lord of the Discipline Inspection Department who had interviewed him.

"Didn't your employer pay you? Then why did you take a bribe of 4o million again? ”

"I 。。。。。。 I...... ”

Now this ridicule has expanded to the surrounding masses, and these days, hating thieves and robbers is not as much as one of the tens of millions of resentments against the ink-greedy, just when the middle-aged man is desperate to dig a hole in the ground. A thin white young man next to him shouted:

"Hey, I didn't do anything corrupt?"

"Is a person who is struggling with the benefits of the community in the midst of dama, white flour, and morphine also a person who contributes to society? If that were the case, then the merit of the beggar on the street would be comparable to that of God. At least people don't sell their bodies and show their arts, and they still sell their laughs if they don't sell their arts. ”

"And me. I...... ”

Keep saying how am I doing? What about you? Seeing that the others were obviously unconvinced, and wanted to come up to theorize, Mattlandi hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Well, everyone, time is pressing, and even if you may have done something similar to giving beggars and collecting money in the past, it will not be able to offset some of the unknown wrongs you have done. How else did you get here? ”

Without giving the agitated crowd a chance to defend themselves, Mattlandi, who apparently made it a common thing for writers to break his word:

"You just need to know. Our purgatory, sheltered you, and then provided you with the opportunity to work, and even provided the opportunity to reincarnate, we don't have much time, please rest for a while, soon, the shuttle bus to pick everyone up to work will arrive! ”

"TMD, we're not going to go with a weird guy like you!"

Three black teenagers with braided hair arrogantly occupy a bench, wearing pierced ears, lip rings, and nose rings for black people. Looking like a bad boy, he never looked down on people like Mattlandi from the beginning, maybe he never looked down on people in his eyes. This is the sorrow of the five scum of the war, obviously they are not other people's opponents and they all think that Lao Tzu is one in the world, of course, their fate, do they need to continue to explain?

"The car is coming, please get in the car!"

A subway appeared outside the platform like a ghost, and without a sound beforehand, Mattlandi came to the open subway door, and made a decent gesture of the waiter.

"Cut, bastard. If you want to die, go with him, we won't go anyway! ”

The black teenager was still making a noise there. He also deliberately raised his middle finger at Matlandi, and everyone on the platform also watched the three of them continue to make trouble with a wait-and-see attitude. At least you can see if this Mattlandi is a paper tiger, or look at his bottom line, there are those who hope for it, those who watch the play, and those who are indifferent.

"Shadow Minions."

Mattlandi gently spat out four words, his right hand stretched out in the shape of a claw, and a dark palm slightly larger than the human body burst out from the shadow of the bench where the black boy was sitting, holding the black boy firmly like a doll, letting the black boy struggle and fight, in addition to not having the slightest intention of letting go, he kept clenching, and the two black men who were originally sitting firmly on either side were already weak in their feet, so they grabbed the back of the chair with their hands so that they did not fall off the bench.

"Ah, help! Help me! ”

"I'm only a soul guide, but I'm more than enough to deal with the newcomers! So, in order not to affect everyone's appetite in the future, don't stay and enjoy some of the following unsightly pictures, please get in the car! ”

In the midst of Mattlandi's vague threats and the wails of the black teenager, the crowd who had been dragging their feet to watch the play immediately became active and rushed to get on the subway. When Zhang Huen walked past Matlandi, Matterlandi was stunned for a moment, and said to him with a smile:

"Yes, with a high-quality member like you, the day of our purgatory revitalization is just around the corner."

Zhang Huen ignored him, found a position by the window and sat down, looking at the black man who was still howling on the platform, there was no fluctuation in his heart, strength determines everything, everywhere is like this, he has no strength, and he dares to argue with the other party under the premise of not knowing the situation, and he deserves to die.

"Will he kill him?"

A soft voice came from his ears, and Gongsun Qianhua looked at the woman sitting beside him:

"Ding Yanling (emotional liar) ------ actor: Yuan Qi

Faction: Same (Kills will make the mission more difficult)

Combined combat effectiveness: 6

Weak slag. ”

Zhang Huen shook his head and said:

"I don't know."

"Hello Gongsun Qianhua, my name is Ding Yanling." (To be continued)