Fast Travel Shiranui System: Phoenix Pro

Chapter 658 The Female Venerable Empire (7)

After all, it was just a small (???) punishment.

Feng Lin hugged his knees, his back pressed against the polished rock, his expression dull and his eyes dull.

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"What's going on here?" Feng Lindong touched the west, felt the familiar touch, looked at the basic characteristics of his own soul, but was still dumbfounded, "Why am I back again?"

The clown is still sitting opposite.

Ta took out a cup of tea from his back, took a sip with the small mouth in that orange face, and then said slowly, "Guess!"

Feng Lin: "..."

Feng Lin couldn't believe it: "Could it be that I'm dead again?!" As she spoke, she twisted the fat and thick part of her arm twice, "Oh... um... why doesn't it hurt at all!" In the end, she came to a conclusion, "I'm absolutely dead! Why the fuck did I die again!!"

The clown looked at her quietly, his performances were very consistent, without any sense of disobedience, and he couldn't help thinking, maybe this guy has been filming in the crew for several months, and now his expression is so well disguised... After that If I do something else, or if she wants to lie to me like the previous few times, wouldn't I not be able to see it? !
I have to say that the clown's worry is very dangerous and very real.

Feng Lin vented her emotions, and restrained herself a lot, looked at the clown and said: "... If you don't mock me for being crazy, then I must have died again this time... But your reaction is not quite right! "

The clown said "hmm" and said, "You are indeed dead. I hooked your soul into the chaos in time."

"Hmm...and then? How's my body over there?"

"You are already here, and that one has already gone." The clown gave her a habitual look, "You can't handle this matter well, and I will leave it to you after finishing the work."

"Snapped--"

Feng Lin directly swept the chess pieces scattered on the chessboard to the bottom, then put his hands on it, instantly closing the distance with him, "What did you say?!"

"Don't I understand what I said?" The clown raised his face to look at Feng Lin, hooked his small mouth, and showed a contemptuous smile, "You can solve the problem yourself! I won't be responsible for your two tasks anymore. , you still want to throw the blame on me?!" Then he sneered again, "Could it be that you have the opportunity to work in the underworld in the future, and you want me to help you deal with these troublesome things?!"

Feng Lin suddenly felt coy and said, "If you are willing, I don't mind either."

"You—" the clown stared.

Feng Lin pouted, "I haven't seen Yang Feng for many years, and I don't know if he is doing well now."

"He may have forgotten about you. He is so happy to stay in a small world and hug each other."

Feng Lin just stared, and saw the smile on the corner of the clown's mouth, as if he had opened up the string that had been missing in his mind, and suddenly understood.

"Are you kidding me?" Feng Lin lowered his head and stretched out his hand to look at his little hand again, and then said after counting it carefully: "Am I not dead?"

"Don't call yourself dead at every turn. With such a pessimistic professional attitude, even if the system tolerates you to continue working for the sake of your dedication to it for many years, it will not give you too much authority."

This can be regarded as acquiescing to her words.

"So you're working with video files here?"

The clown looked like he didn't want to talk, "You don't need to ask about this topic anymore, it's just an awkward conversation."

"I don't ask, I just talk to you."

"It's useless to talk, I refuse."

"Then why are you no longer participating in my mission progress?"

"You are not self-reliant, how can you do tasks alone in the future? You think that since ancient times, black and white impermanence has often appeared in various stories and movies, so you think this is a bundled ghost service." The clown said, "This kind of ghost does exist. And it's very common—a thing happened a long time ago. When a ghost guard was catching a grieving ghost, he was injured by a grieving ghost. After one note, he fled to the western region... Well, that's another story. It's just that the place where the ghost messenger was located was very remote, and he was seriously injured and couldn't move for a while. It's gone."

Feng Lin was stunned and said: "The ghost messenger can... be gone?"

The clown nodded: "Naturally. The essence of a ghost messenger is also a soul. If you suffer some serious injuries, of course it will disappear."

"Even if I go to Hades, wouldn't it be easy for me to die on the spot?!"

The clown frowned, "Is this the first time you've heard of this concept? In this world, what kind of job won't you die? If you want to live well, you can! As a supervisor like me, there is almost no chance to be sent out If you do the task, then there will be no danger to your life!"

Feng Lin squinted at him, "Like you?"

Facing Chi Guoguo's contempt, the clown couldn't help being furious, and said grimly: "What's wrong with being like me?! Do you think the ghosts in the underworld are easy to deal with? Do you think the tasks in the underworld are easy to do?" Do you think that the rules in Hades are very relaxed? Have you been under the protection of Yang Feng for a long time, so you have forgotten how cruel this world is?!"

(End of this chapter)