"How about the assignment given to me this time?" Gao sent such a message in the "Yin Ghost Division Chat Room", at this time Gao just wanted to do his best to achieve a happy ending, people are actually yearning for some good things, and a happy ending is undoubtedly one of them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's not something you're supposed to be involved in." Every time Gao Hao enters the exclusive chat interface of the Yin Ghost Division, there will always be silence, this strange treatment makes Gao feel disgusted, isn't he also a member of the Ghost Division? Why do you have to make yourself feel special?

"But if you can't communicate with that guy, won't you end up sacrificing a Yin Ghost Division?"

After Gao Hao sent this message, there was a long cold scene, since they felt that they were special, then maybe there would be a better solution to this mission, wouldn't it?

"Speaking of which, you're with Ying Xuefei now......"

"Although you are a special ghost, you can't catch ghosts now."

"You should know the obsession of the Yin Ghost Division, as ghosts, the final result of us as ghosts is doomed, why should you interfere."

"Isn't it what you should do to fulfill the last wishes of the dead?"

This reply to the high number is not one, but a lot of collective replies from the predecessors, but the disgust in the heart of the high number when he sees the last sentence is even stronger.

"What is it that we should do to fulfill the last wish of the deceased? Since you are conscious and can communicate, why do you not value your present life so much? The deceased is the name of the person after the complete disappearance, how can you make me think of you as the dead? The trumpet roared almost along with the message, but the next moment he saw the reply was completely deflated.

"The harmony has been completed, and now the result is predestined."

…… Gao Trumpet brushed his eyes with his hand helplessly, he didn't know how to react at this time when he saw this sentence, he only sent a message for a long time and then exited the chat room.

"Then why isn't it you who are in tune? You're scared, too. ”

It's just that what the high trumpet doesn't know is that after he leaves, the other people in the chat room (?) Still didn't leave.

"What a boyish guy?"

"Although he is the most special ghost division, after all, he is not the one who really became the ghost division, and it is not surprising that he said such a thing without being in contact with ghosts."

"Forget it, he's all ready, but what is he going to do?"

"If any of you happen to be there, let him sleep."

"However, it is ...... who is closer to him"

"It's okay, even if it satisfies his wish, I'll do it well."

……

Gao Hao lay on the bed with a decadent face, and the scenes after becoming a ghost division appeared in his mind, but the last thing that appeared was Feng Ling's face full of pleading, maybe he could have a companion if he promised her at the beginning, those ghost divisions were all mentally abnormal, and regarded themselves as saints? Do you want to protect the world of normal humans? But can't humans and ghosts coexist? There are many stories like this in TV novels, so why do you have to do this?

One after another doubts surfaced in Gao's mind, the behavior of those Yin Ghost Division reminded Gao of two types of people, one is that soldiers don't even care about their lives for their mission, such people will only make themselves feel distressed, and the other is that people who live like machines for their goals, although they also make Gao feel distressed, but more is helpless, and gradually Gao Hao feels sleepy, and now it's still morning, just solved the matter of Lao Yu last night, how can he feel so sleepy? But before he could think about it, he fell asleep.

……

"Is it daytime this time? It seems that the protagonist this time is not me......"

……

"This is a ghost game? But I didn't accept the assignment. Gao looked at the wooden house in front of him, the wood that was built into the wooden house had long been decayed, and it seemed that the old wooden house would collapse in an instant in the next second, but Gao Hao clearly heard the sound of people talking from the wooden house.

"Dad, why are you in this place?" Listening to the voice, it seemed to be a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a steady voice with surprise, but when Gao Hao wanted to enter the wooden house, he found that he could not control his movement, and after several attempts to no avail, Gao Hao had to calm down and listen to the conversation in the wooden house.

"Xiao Shui, I'm dead, have you forgotten? Two days ago, you poured a bottle of liquor at my grave, but unfortunately I can't drink it. The voice sounded a little old, and judging from the content of the conversation, it seemed to be the father of the middle-aged voice.

“…… Then it's your dream now, Dad, if you want to say something, I'll do it tomorrow. ”

"Xiaoshui, your current body is dying, it's not so much that I'm dreaming, it's better to say that I'm here to help you make a chance."

"What do you mean? Father. ”

"The chance is tomorrow, as long as you fulfill Dad's last wish now, then you may not die tomorrow."

"I don't understand, but if Dad has any wishes, I will definitely help you make it happen."

"Xiaoshui, do you know what Dad was most worried about before?"

"Dad, aren't you most worried about my son, your grandson? I'll take the little one to your grave tomorrow......"

"This is a place I am thinking about, in fact, I am most worried about you, your health has not been very good, and now you are also the age of naughty, you force your body like this and finally can't stand it."

"Dad, what did you say, I know my own body very well, it's just an old problem, it's okay if it's quite strong."

"Hey, forget it, you remember what I just said to you, this matter must be remembered, it will be helpful for what you encounter tomorrow, okay, I won't say anything else."

"Dad, Dad!"

The middle-aged man's voice began to be a little anxious, as if something had happened, but the high horn outside the wooden house was unknown, and then the dream began to distort, which was a sign of leaving the dream.

"Is this another ghost's memory? But I haven't received a mission now, and there are no other ghosts around me except for the elusive Ying Xuefei. Gao Horn was a little confused, this strange dream was the first time, and he could move freely in the memory dream of Lao Yu before, but this time Gao Horn could only listen to the conversation and couldn't make other movements.

"Is this Ying Xuefei's memory?" Gao Trumpet then shook his head, he remembered very well that Ying Xuefei seemed to have existed for a long time, and although the wooden house in the dream was dilapidated, it was not the style of ancient times, it was more similar to some facilities before liberation, and there were traces of cannonballs next to the wooden house.

"Maybe Ying Xuefei is not as old as he thinks?" Such a thought suddenly flashed in Gao Hao's heart, but just as he was thinking so, Ying Xuefei's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"You were right before, I really have to be earlier than the age of your dream this time, it should be the Qing Dynasty to be exact."

"......" Gao looked at Ying Xuefei's white casual clothes and was speechless for a long time, this statement is completely unconvincing.