Make a big death without sticking to small details

The rumbling thunder resounded through the sky, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminated the pitch-black night sky pale, and the dark clouds seemed to press down on the top of the head, making people breathless, as if something bad was about to happen.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, horns are constantly honking on the road, and even the street lights look weak under the heavy night, as if they will be eroded in the next moment.

"The angry dragon roars! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The phone rang suddenly, and Qi Li took it out of his coat pocket impatiently, and connected directly without looking at the caller ID—because the ringtone only corresponded to an annoying person.

"Qi Li! Where did he die! Where is today's manuscript!" The phone was connected, and immediately there was a crackling roar from the other side, which failed the speaker's nice voice.

He took the phone a little farther away, plucked his ears, and said helplessly, "Brother Gu, even a street sweeper has a few days off a year, so you can let me feel at ease."

"If you want to rest, just finish writing the article! You don't even have to look at the comments where you are crying, squeeze out hundreds of words every day, and you will be satisfied when all the fans are gone." The anger was not transmitted through the receiver. After coming over, Qi Li knew that if he didn't update again today, Gu Jun wouldn't make him feel better.

I don't know why he was so angry today.

"All right, all right, you are my uncle, I can offer the manuscript with both hands when I get back." Qi Li looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes, the sky is so blue and the clouds are so white.

And just as he rolled his eyes, the ear-piercing whistle pierced through his eardrums, knocking him into the air with a burst of force, and after spinning 360 degrees, he landed on the ground with a bang.

Another muffled thunder sounded, and the lightning tore through the night, illuminating the disaster under the sky—the blood that was constantly spreading on the road was dazzling red.

The dark clouds finally couldn't bear the thick night, and the big raindrops couldn't wait to hit the ground.

Pedestrians were finally willing to stop on their way home in the rain, and surrounded him, making noises. Someone screamed and called 120, but no one came to help him.

The world seems to be slowing down.

He didn't feel any pain, he just felt dazed, and the noise gradually faded away, as if separated by a membrane.The mobile phone dropped not far away, but the anxious voice inside was very clear: "Qi Li! What's wrong with you! Why are you so noisy over there? Damn you talk!"

"Fuck." Qi Li left his last words, rolled his eyes again, and died.

Vaguely, he was still thinking, could Gu Jun's heartless facial paralysis be anxious?

That's right, after all, he lost his cash cow, so let him cry to death!

Qi Li was awakened by the stench, his first reaction was: Hell is so stinky.

The second reaction is: this time we must cast a good tire.

He fumbled in the dark to get up, came across a switch, and snapped it.

Before he had time to carry out the third-response, he was shocked by the sight in front of him—is this a pigsty!

Didn't he die and was saved by a guy who raised pigs?

He touched his head, no scar.I twisted my limbs, nothing wrong.

With a glance, who is that slovenly, ghostly-faced guy in the mirror!

Years of experience in writing made him react immediately - his soul has passed through!

Soul wear also give a better condition to wear it!

What is this around here?Sleeping pills?

Feelings, this man committed suicide!

The small flame in his chest was slowly rising, he shook the remaining medicine in the bottle, and planned to commit suicide to this body again, no one could stop him from rushing to reincarnation!

With another glance, he saw a piece of paper and a bank card.

Could it be that this is a hidden rich man?Use up the money in the card before you die.

Out of curiosity, he put aside his suicidal thoughts for the time being, picked up the paper and looked at ten lines at a glance.

The paper was nothing more than saying how miserable he was, how painful it was to be dumped by his beloved boyfriend, and how he couldn't survive. At the end of the suicide note, he wrote a sentence, hoping to realize his dream of being a great novelist in the next life.

Grass?This is still a gay!Dare he be pierced by the soul to realize this poor bastard's dream?Have you considered his feelings?

He planned to go to the temple and point to the old Jade Emperor's nose and curse for a while before he died.

It took him a lot of searching to find the code that was as big as the eye of a needle, and he didn't know how much money was in the card. If there wasn't a few hundred thousand, he would scold the Jade Emperor for selling his kidneys and be happy for a while before he died.

They come, the security.

While he was reciting the mantra of "Don't Get Angry" in his heart, the mobile phone next to him rang. He opened one eye and glanced over, and there was news from Weiyu Literature Station.

Yo, what a coincidence.

Click to open it, yo, what a coincidence.

This was a visa rejection message, and the person who sent the message was his deadly enemy——Gu Jun!

He suddenly came up with an idea, otherwise start from scratch, create miracles, and return to the peak!

He has done many wrong things before, and used some shady tricks in order to become famous. Although his current achievements are based on actual strength, it is inevitable that he has a knot in his heart.

If he did it all over again, where would he go?

As soon as the idea came to him, he immediately became energetic. He cleaned the room of more than 30 square meters, threw away everything that should be thrown away, found a clean place, opened the small broken laptop, and quickly registered the new one. account number, I turned my brain around, and the outline that I had thought about before but hadn't opened a hole came out.

I don't bring this great god with me when I die, but I am born with a smart head, and I can't lose my ability even if I change eight hundred bodies!

While wobbling back to the scene of the altar, he quickly typed out the outline. After entering the last word, he stretched and rubbed his sore eyes.

The date shown on the calendar was ten days after his accident, but it was still raining outside the window, as if it was about to use up all the rain stored for a year to wash away the dirt on the ground.

Will anyone feel sorry for him?He has no relatives, only two or three friends, but he has a lot of fans, but he doesn't expect them to remember him during the Ghost Festival and burn him paper money.

From this point of view, it seems that I have failed in life?It's no wonder that he was brought back to "remake".

Just as he was feeling emotional, his stomach was rumbling and he sang empty plans. He got up and searched in the broken refrigerator. Except for the moldy ones and those that had passed the expiration date, none of them could be eaten.Look at the wallet again, only five dollars!

How did this kid survive?

It was only then that Qi Li remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something all this time.

Isn't it that the other party's memory will pop up as soon as Soul Wear wakes up!Who will tell him what the identity of this body is and what its name is!

It's been eight lifetimes of blood mold!

He dug out a holed umbrella, grabbed his wallet and keys, and slammed the door to go out to look for food. He would fill his stomach first. I heard that even a starving ghost would not be able to eat enough in hell. This is not a decent way to die.

When I went out, I saw that this was really a dilapidated building, the walls were peeling off all over the floor, and it was estimated that it would have to collapse when the earthquake hit. This kid's room is on the seventh floor, and there is no elevator!

Poor beyond Qi Li's imagination.

He couldn't imagine that he was going to live in such a body, but who was he!Even if he is a beggar, he can turn him into a rich man in an instant!

The predicament is only temporary, and a better tomorrow is coming!

However, he finds that he can't even get over this brief predicament...

"Shopkeeper, eight yuan for a bowl of noodles is too expensive!" He squeezed the five yuan in his hand and said this in embarrassment.

Ignoring the shopkeeper's contemptuous eyes, he opened his tongue: "Well, how about it, I only need half, you can count me as four yuan, or I will suffer, and I will give you five yuan! Stop moaning!"

The shopkeeper threw the rag in his hand, and said with his eyes akimbo, "Men don't care about the few dollars like you bitch!"

"Damn! Who are you calling a sissy! Your whole family is a sissy, the eighteen generations of your ancestors are sissies, and the eighteen generations of your descendants are also sissies!"

Qi Li got his wish and was kicked out by the shopkeeper.

"Hey, who knows what kind of ingredients are in your black heart noodles, I still don't eat them!"

With five yuan, Qi Li went to the convenience store to buy a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water, and squatted in a corner that could barely cover the rain to drink with the water.

Thinking about how good Uncle Qi was ten days ago, and how desolate he is now, this fucking life.

But fortunately, he still has a bank card with an unknown amount, maybe it was transferred?

After all, not all protagonists are like this.

First miserable and helpless for a while, after going through hardships, and then discovering a windfall, all the way through the six generals, from then on, the beautiful wife and concubine, reached the pinnacle of life~

the reality is cruel……

Qi Li looked around and didn't see an ATM, let alone a bank. It really makes people wonder if this is a first-tier city.

He took out his mobile phone and looked through the contacts in the address book. There were only three people: dear, brother, and kitten.

Tsk, all right.

Without even thinking about it, he dialed Brother Zhu's phone number, the beep sounded for more than ten seconds before he answered, and Qi Li went straight to the point: "Brother, I have no money, call me!"

"Get out!" The other party left a word neatly and hung up.

Damn, this isn't a pro-brother, is it?Hearing the busy tone, Qi Li was confused.

The next moment, he received a transfer reminder from Alipay: one thousand.

Remarks: You are the one who wanted to run away from home, don't even think about taking money from me in the future!Or go home and kneel in front of mom to apologize!

Kneel!Kneel immediately!

Qi Li was about to reply back, but the message couldn't be sent - the other party blocked him.

Called again - still blocked.

Qi Li looked up to the sky and howled, is the sky going to cut me off!

But I finally got the money to take a taxi.He changed his Alipay password and hired a taxi: "Go to the nearby bank."

The driver responded, started the car, and turned on the radio by the way.

"Ten days ago, the famous writer Qi Li died in a car accident. All the properties under his name were donated to the public welfare fund. The perpetrators paid 80 yuan for road construction. The literary company signed by the victim is actively launching a press conference. The fans in the club together To bid farewell to this well-known literary god, the scene was once chaotic..."

"It's unlucky." The taxi driver cursed, changed the channel, and played the song Legend of Phoenix.

The fleeting sentimentality is destroyed without a trace.

Until now, Qi Li finally knew for sure that he was really... dead.

Before I sighed, I suddenly remembered what the radio said, what!He actually donated his money to a public welfare fund without authorization!With his own consent?

It was him who was hit!And that 80 is blood money!

Heartache...

He wandered to the destination with heartache, inserted the card into the ATM, entered the password, and saw the string of numbers on the screen, which made his heartache even worse. It hurt like a fuck, only a few hundred yuan?He thought for the nth time, how did this person survive?

That's obviously not what the soul wears text said!

Now the only way is to make money by writing articles.

All right, Grandpa admits it.

He took out all the money in the bank card and put it in the broken leather wallet. When he saw the ID card in the middle, it actually had the same name as him, also called Qi Li.

Qi Li is too lazy to care about it, even if this person's surname is Wang Ming bastard, he probably won't be surprised.After calculating the distance, and looking at the sporadic hundreds of dollars, let's walk back slowly.

For the first time, the word saving money appeared in Uncle Qi's life dictionary.

Shaking all the way home, he climbed up to the seventh floor with great difficulty. After entering the door, he couldn't walk any longer. I got up and threw the blanket into the washing machine, and took another hot shower.

Only then did he discover that the original owner was wearing a piece of jade around his neck, the pattern was simple and mysterious, the jade was transparent and soft, and he didn't know if it was dazzled.

The original owner was so poor, why did he keep such a piece of jade hanging around his neck until he died and was reluctant to sell it?

It was written on the ID card that the boy had just come of age on his birthday, and he probably had just finished high school, so he started running away from home.

Really, he doesn't stay in a good golden nest and silver nest. If he comes to this doghouse, it's fine if he hinders his reincarnation. Now he has to make a name for him, otherwise he will starve to death to see his ancestors.

Then I thought about it again, why did the former owner of this body run away from home?Do you want to apologize to your mother?

Could it be related to his ex-boyfriend?

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