The system asks me to pick up trash

Everyone was blown away by this guy who regarded life as insignificant.

"He is still alive, why curse others to die?"

"Nimma, you're going to die anyway, so I'll beat you to death now."

"A good man, who is on a drip, and was almost killed by you."

A friend of a woman's husband.He raised his fist and hit the man in the face.

One punch, two punches, the man's nose and mouth followed the punches, spurting blood out.

It looked like the taxi was almost done, and the man didn't dare to ask the woman for money.

Xiao Yi stepped forward to fight: "Don't kill anyone."

Only the one who hit him counted.

The fortune teller lay on the ground with blood running down his face.

Xiao Yi stepped forward and asked:

"You are a fortune teller, why didn't you calculate for yourself, is there any bloody disaster today?"

The fortune-teller heard this very well, damn it, last night Bai Wuchang came to them and warned them with this accent.

What Bai Wuchang seemed to say at the time was: "You use the name of the gods to seek wealth and murder, and there will be bloody disasters immediately."

Bai Wuchang's words are being fulfilled now.

"Please save me, I don't dare to let people die for money again." The fortune teller said with blood dripping from his mouth.

Seeing Xiao Yi walking out with a big broom and a garbage bag, the fortune teller followed closely behind, and asked Xiao Yi:
"Also ask Da Neng to point out the maze to the disciple!"

Xiao Yi pretended to look at the sky and said:
"God's will, tell me that the patient's family will go on a trip next time, and you should set up a stall where they pass by, tell fortunes, and just say more good things."

The fortune-teller said, "Then no one took revenge on me for the evil I did before?

"What you can remember is evil, and what you don't remember is not evil."

The fortune-teller hurriedly searched his mind for the evil he could remember.

After he finished thinking about these things, Xiao Yi had already left without a trace.

Zhao Chaoyang firmly remembered what his daughter-in-law said, and he did not stay in the hospital until his death.

Instead, with the money for medical treatment, he and his wife and children traveled all over China, from east to west, from north to south, from mountains to mountains, and from vast rivers and rivers.

I put all my emotions in the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and I forgot about my cancer.

Before I knew it, half a year had passed, and the money for medical treatment had been spent.

They work while visiting scenic spots.

One year later, the hospital followed up with Zhao Chaoyang, and after making a phone call, he asked him to take a video to see his overall health.

From the look of his face, there is no dullness anymore, instead, there is vitality.

The doctor was surprised and asked him, how to restore his health?

He sighed:

"Since an expert pointed out a clear path, I have been a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and I don't think about anything, and I don't care about all my troubles.

When to live, when to count.

Unexpectedly, along the way, someone would tell me a fortune teller, saying how amazing the beautiful scenery I want to see ahead is. After you see it, you will definitely go to the next more beautiful place. "

In this way, the good wishes to see the beautiful scenery come true one by one, and I feel very good.

The body also recovered unconsciously.

Xiao Yi continued to collect trash, but the problem was that he couldn't hear the sound of the small copper horn, so he felt depressed.

It's just collecting junk, and I'm addicted to picking up trash.

One day he passed the utility gate.The cleaning staff inside are emptying the trash can onto the garbage truck.

Xiao Yi went over and shouted: "Stop."

The cleaning staff, who were used to the voices of reprimanding the prisoners, thought that there was another prisoner, but when they looked up, they were just collecting rags.

"Sister, can you give me the paper in the trash can?"

The eldest sister wondered: "Young man, these rubbish are scraps of paper or broken books. What do you want them for?"