After the dinner, He Jian hummed a little song and returned to his sleeping place.

He rented a three-bedroom house outside the school, and each room was equipped with a computer, and sometimes his classmates came to play, but there was no one else today.

He lay on the bed, reading the web novel casually, but the thoughts in his head did not know where to go.

He Jian was nicknamed the rich second generation by his classmates, and his parents were the first generation of rich people in China, and it was not wrong for him to be called the rich second generation, but he was criticized by his classmates for bullying men and women, spending money like dirt, he never did.

Please, the rich second generation is not brain-dead, right?

In fact, some of his friends are also rich second generation, they live a more "motivated" life than ordinary people, receiving various trainings from an early age, and when other children are playing, they are guided by famous teachers to read, learn languages, learn music, learn to socialize, and so on.

The days of the rich second generation are a history of blood and tears!

Fortunately, such days finally came to an end, He Jian held his mobile phone, the corners of his mouth opened an arc, and no one cared after graduation!

Although I don't know if it's true, I have the right to trust my parents once!

It's just that there is a scene in front of me, and it always lingers, it was a night in the third year of high school, and He Jian, who couldn't bear the pressure anymore, made a big move, but his parents kindly told him, I don't care about you when I go to college!

Cheat!

When classmates go to fall in love, he is also arranged to learn this, learn that, and if he doesn't learn, he will look at you with resentment, who can stand this!

He Jian pounded his phone on the bed and shook his head, as if he wanted to shake this shadow out, but today he didn't know what was going on, and the tragic encounters in the past were hovering in his mind like a movie.

For a while, He Jian was under a lot of pressure, he was angry, he wanted to release the pressure, he raised his mobile phone and looked at the novel "Chicken Flying" he was reading, Lao Tzu wanted to spend money!

Reward 1,000,000 starting coins!

It feels good to spend money!

In a daze, He Jian gradually closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that his head was dizzy, he opened his eyes and looked, the air in front of him fluctuated for a while, was this an earthquake or too much drinking?

He closed his eyes fiercely, and opened them again.

Hmm? The scene in front of me has changed.

It was an empty room, with intricate patterns on the walls and floors around it, but in front of it lay a very incongruous bed, if the tattered planks could be called a bed.

There was a child lying on the bed, which complemented the plank, but it was also in tatters.

The child was lying on his back to the sky, his brows were tightly locked, and his limbs trembled from time to time, as if he was suppressing great pain, and his eyes revealed pain and unwillingness.

What kind of eyes are these, they clearly shouldn't appear on a child's body.

At the foot of the bed stood a man and a woman, they were a little older, muttering something softly.

What's the situation?

He Jian was startled, and woke up a little, this illusion was too realistic, he closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping to break the illusion.

But as soon as this thought arose, I found a bad situation, what about the eyes?

Why do you close your eyes when they're gone?

He Jian hurriedly went to "look" at his body again in a panic, and his body was vaguely still there!

God is so faint!

No, no, you must be calm at this time! Ma Dan, I really want to drop a cup calmly!

This is a ghost? I worked hard until I was twenty years old, I suffered so much, I learned three languages, I was proficient in three musical instruments, but my sister hadn't soaked yet, so I became a ghost?

He Jian is not convinced!

I have suffered from the rich second generation, and I haven't enjoyed the blessings of the rich second generation, why did I become a ghost?

I really want to flirt with a woman from a good family......

What to do, what to do, He Jian desperately used his brain, and it was imperative to understand what the situation was now, he forced himself to calm down and began to observe carefully.

The child lying on the bed was about 13 or 4 years old, with a yellow and thin face, bruises everywhere on his bare skin, and I don't know if he had just rolled off a cliff.

His big eyes are less open and more closed, and there is a stubbornness in his eyes, as if he is fighting against fate.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he can't beat fate......

The two men at the end of the bed were better dressed than the kid, and they weren't much better, with patches on them.

The middle-aged woman was talking, speaking quickly and quickly, He Jian listened carefully for a while, and found that he didn't understand. Looking at her like that, she seemed to be in a hurry, but there was no trace of pity in her eyes.

Another middle-aged man was submissive, and the middle-aged woman barely replied after a long time, hooking his head and sneaking into the distance from time to time.

He Jian followed his gaze, but he didn't notice it just now, there was still a person squatting in the distance, with the help of the torch inserted in the wall, under the flickering light, he saw that the person was wearing a dark golden robe, squatting on the ground and fiddling with a magic array!

He Jian had never seen a magic array, but the first time he saw the formation on the ground, he clearly knew that it was a magic array!

He Jian controlled his body and floated there, the biggest dream of human beings is to fly, at this time he easily learned to "fly", but he is no longer human, what an irony.

He Jian only "flew" three or five meters, and an inexplicable suction force came, so that his soul body could not move forward half a step, He Jian was so annoyed, he accepted that he was a ghost, and he couldn't be a little free?

He rushed left and right, and he could not get rid of the invisible shackles, he could only maintain his body within a few meters of these three people, and when he recognized the current situation, he pondered, is this the case when people die?

Doesn't it mean that people die and either go to hell or heaven? What does it mean to make a big house?

Looking at this environment, it is obviously not like hell, but if you want to say that this is heaven, and heaven is still patched?

In fact, for a young man who has been singing "What are we or something" since he was a child, but he didn't receive a class when his beard came out, He Jian didn't believe in any ghosts and gods, and people have always been educated in materialism!

If this is neither heaven nor hell, then where is it?

A bold idea appeared in He Jian's mind, could it be that buddy crossed over?

He Jian has read a lot of online novels, and he still has a lot of ideas about this kind of thing, and he has always thought that crossing must be conditional.

First of all, you have to have both parents die, and then either your wife is separated, or you are terminally ill, who will cross a good person!

Especially the rich second generation like He Jian, who has just suffered hardships and has not yet enjoyed being a master, who doesn't want to scold his mother?

He Jian shouted in Chinese and English in the air, "Don't! Don't!" When shouting Chinese and English, the atmosphere was still a little miserable, and when he shouted Japanese, the air became a little ambiguous.