Do birds die for food, but do people really die for money? Mo Li thought back to Shao Zhijun, wasn't all this for money.

This battle ended perfectly under Mr. Han's promise, but Mo Li couldn't be happy.

Since Mo Li's cultivation, power and money are far less important than they used to be, and the things that he thought were only available in the mythical world have happened to him.

Legend has it that the immortal has boundless mana and lives with the sky, and Mo Li feels more and more that only cultivating immortals is the goal he is pursuing now, and only then can he be with his relatives and lovers forever.

And every night for the past few days, I have the same dream, in which an old man sitting with his eyes closed and cross-legged has been calling to him.

Mo Meng once talked about his past life, whenever Mo Li wanted to connect those pictures together, he had a splitting headache, and when he asked Mo Meng, Mo Meng refused to say anything, only said that these were all fate, and the will of heaven could not be violated, and the answers in them all needed to be found by himself, and only he could find the answers and find the memories of his past life.

Mo Li had an intuition that the person who called him must have some connection with him.

Thinking of this, Mo Li came to the office, picked up the pen on the table, and thought about Mo Li writing a line on the paper.

I won't return for five years, and Mr. Han or Mr. Qi will start it in person.

Mo Li is determined to find answers, to find the one who called him, to find those images that make people feel a headache every time they think about it.

After Mo Li finished writing, he looked at the documents, picked up the kraft paper in the drawer, and wrote the four big words "company secrets" on the kraft paper.

Mo Li sighed as he looked at the sealed kraft paper and picked up the phone at hand.

"Mr. Mo, you called us," one of the ladies asked Mo Li.

"This is the plan I made before, which has the company's follow-up development direction and some plans, you can take a look, if there are defects, you can modify it yourself, don't tell me"

"That's right" Mo Li took out the kraft paper with company secrets written on it and handed it to a lady, "If the company has any problems, hand over this document to Mr. Qi or Mr. Han in person, okay, you guys go and get busy."

If it weren't for Mr. Han, he wouldn't be standing here, and these three people were arranged by Mr. Han, so there must not be much of a problem.

Mr. Han, thank you for your expectations for me, I used to want to build my own business empire, but now I know what I want to really pursue.

On the other side, in a small inn, the old ghost opened his eyes.

"Big brother, you're awake!"

"Where am I, that man? No, he's not human!"

"Crazy, big brother, what's wrong with you," the old ghost shouted at the old ghost who was babbling gibberish on the bed.

"Old eight, I've passed out for a few days"

"Big brother, you've been in a coma for three days" The eighth brother looked at the eldest brother and didn't look like crazy.

"Big brother, are you really okay?"

"Three days, three days, by the way, what about him?"

"Big brother, do you mean the guy we're going to kill? Big brother, we are the ones who saved you! Big brother, we don't want this money,"

", I know he saved me, you see".

Lao Ba looked at the old ghost's exposed body and was paralyzed on the ground in fright, "Big brother, you, you"

"That person named Mo Li is not a mortal, come, eighth, hit me"

"Big brother, how did you become like this"

"Come, don't talk nonsense, hit this one" The old ghost pointed to the location of his heart.

"Big brother, your body"

"Fuck, hurry, with all your might"

"Big brother, you told me to fight" After speaking, the eighth man closed his eyes and punched the old ghost in the chest.

"Quack" was a crunch sound of bones breaking, and "Ahh

And this cry was not made by the old ghost, and then I saw the old eight holding his fists and turning in circles in place.

"Damn, tell you to use all your strength, you fucking really use all your strength," the old ghost scolded at the old eight.

"Big brother, I didn't use all my strength, why is your body like hitting a stone"

"Haha, now believe what I said before, he's not mortal," said the old ghost and pointed to his body.

If the timid ones saw the body of the old ghost, I am afraid it would not be the reaction before the old eight, and it may be possible to be scared to death.

At this moment, we can clearly see every bone, every blood vessel, and even the blood flow in each vein of the old ghost's body from the outside.

Since the coma, the old ghost is like having a dream, and every change in the body is clear to the old ghost, so the first thing to do when you open your eyes is to check your body.

The old ghost sat on the bed and finished telling his experience, and the eighth on the other side listened to the boss with his mouth open.

The eighth old man who completely short-circuited his brain, looked at the old ghost's body, and it took a while to react, "Big brother, you said that Mo Li is really a monster"

"Monster Nimma Big, do you know why that stone keeps telling me to keep on my body?" said the old ghost, pulling out a piece of paper, which was more like the skin of some kind of beast.

"This is what I picked up with that stone," the old ghost spread out the beast skin and pointed to the words on it for the eighth to see.

"Bigu cultivates the truth, cultivates the truth and enlightens the Tao, learns spells, and confronts the heavenly tribulation, all of which are feathered and turned into immortals." "At first, I felt extraordinary when I accidentally got this animal skin and that stone, and I became an immortal? I didn't believe it, all these years I have been taking out the exercises on the animal skin for recreation when I am bored, all as a physical fitness, and now it seems that the description on this animal skin is true, maybe that Mo Li is a person who cultivates the truth."

"Big brother, this is, don't lie to me"

"Lie to you, old eight, don't say you don't believe it, I don't believe it either"

"Can you explain that?" said the old ghost, knocking on his body, making a dull sound.

The eighth looked at the place where the old ghost had just knocked, stretched out his trembling hand and touched it.

"Big brother, how can your body feel like it breaks when you touch it, but it's as hard as a stone to the touch?" said the old eight as he touched the rest of the old ghost's body.

"Damn, have you touched enough" The eighth got up and picked up the clothes next to the bed.

"Let's go, find that Mo Li, ask clearly" The old ghost had already put on his clothes, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Big brother, let me tell you that he is dead"

"Dead!, dead?, impossible"

The old ghost thought of something in a flash, and said to the eighth child: "Let's go, go get the money first."