Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

"Meeting many people these days, I know what people are most curious about."

Mu Xing said: "The day I woke up for the first time, I met a man who took pictures of souls for fun. He is an anchor with a lot of fans."

[Shooting the soul?Hasn’t this kind of equipment been prohibited from being used privately? 】

[There are always people who will take advantage of the loopholes. 】

"I have been awake for some time, and I have also talked with professional researchers, and they let me tell you some facts."

He re-said what he said to Yu Lao and the others to all the audience on the star network.

Tell them that the soul is not formed by accident, and it is not a good thing for the soul to linger after death.

This statement is obviously completely different from what everyone had guessed before.

【My God, so those who can still maintain their soul form after death are actually poor people? 】

[No wonder, I have browsed related literature in the library before, and the appearance of the souls I photographed is very scary, probably because I have experienced bad things during my lifetime. 】

[After death, I have been trapped in the obsession of life, and the pain of infinite reincarnation before death, this is too miserable. 】

[What about you, little boy?Did you experience any pain, too? 】

someone asked him.

Mu Xing replied with a smile: "Yes, I was deceived by others, and I was very unwilling to die. But now I have come out, so I can communicate with everyone in a sane manner."

"If you have any questions about the dead, I know, and I can share them with you."

The audience were all stunned, looking at the gentle and beautiful young man in front of them.

He said that only those who are dying with great pain and unwillingness can persist in their obsessions and souls after death.

He said that he also experienced that kind of pain.

But now his expression is so calm, his smile is not the slightest bit hazy, and he can't tell that he has encountered any bad things.

Many people's mood suddenly became heavy.

At this time, they still don't know that Mu Xing will disappear soon after he walks out of his obsession.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, Qu Shao quickly introduced the topic: "So the young master wants to tell us not to blaspheme the dead casually, right?"

Mu Xing nodded: "Life is worthy of respect, and it is not advisable to use the dead as entertainment. I am not admonishing, but also a warning. You take the dead for fun, and you will naturally bear a share of karma. When the time is right, you must Pay back this karma."

He spoke vaguely, but for some reason, a small group of people shuddered inexplicably.

Maybe it was just intentionally speaking so scary, right?they thought.

Most of the audience listened to it.

[For sure, for sure, I didn't know that the souls were actually because of this, so I won't look at them anymore. 】

[Then can we help them? 】

[It's too pitiful to think about it. 】

Mu Xing looked at these warm speeches, and said warmly: "I have already cooperated with the relevant departments, and I believe that I will think of more ways to help those souls in the future."

"..."

Xiang Feicheng was also watching the live broadcast at home.

His father was also there. When he saw Mu Xing, his father asked in amazement: "This is the one our ancestors knew, the prince from more than 2000 years ago?"

He looked at Xiang Feicheng with some excitement: "This is an antique, he is a prince! Do you think he will know something like a treasure map? For the sake of our family friends, leave some treasures for us." ?”

Xiang Feicheng: "..."

He thought carefully about Mu Xing's attitude towards him, and felt that the relationship between his ancestor and this "friend" was probably very plastic.

After all, instead of taking special care of him, Mu Xing seemed to dislike him.

He was thinking about it, when Mu Xing suddenly cueed to his home.

To be precise, it is cue to his ancestors.

It seemed that some viewers had asked related questions, and the boy on the virtual screen frowned, and the solemn expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of disgust.

Even the snow-white cheeks were bulging, and all of a sudden, the momentum of the whole body collapsed, and he became that cute and handsome young man who made people want to call him Zai Zai.

"Xiang Fangting, my best friend? Fake!" Mu Xing didn't want to start talking nonsense.

Anyway, it all happened more than 2000 years ago, and it is impossible for someone to confront him.

Mu Xing said nonsense seriously: "I don't even know how this rumor came out. I do know the name Xiangfangting, but we don't know each other at all."

"He is not very popular with the nobles. This talent is not bad, but he is in pursuit of business, obsessed with power, and lustful..."

Mu Xing relied on the fact that no one knew the truth and that he was good-looking, tender and popular, and spared no effort to discredit him: "My father, the queen mother, and the queen wouldn't let me play with him."

[? ? ?I just found a few ancient storybooks during the day, and the cp who just entered the pit was directly be? 】

【Hahaha, these remarks are very similar to the words of parents who forbid their good babies to play with bad boys. 】

[Who is Xiangfangting?I haven't heard of it, but after listening to the young master today, I know that he is not a good person. 】

[I'm from the history department, because I'm from Xiangfangting, so I only researched his life not long ago.Yuan, it turns out that what is said in the county annals is all false? 】

Just when Mu Xing saw this sentence, he carefully smeared and said: "The county chronicles are all compiled by various places. The Xiangfang Pavilion was a rare high-ranking official in the county. This was a glorious event in the county at that time. It’s usually memorized and exaggerated.”

[Harm, I guessed it. 】

[Thinking about it, it's hard to find a local talent, so it's natural to make a lot of hype. 】

Mu Xing watched with satisfaction as the comment area quickly slid. Now, no one will link Xiangfangting and Gong Ziyu again, right?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little sleepy, half covered his face with his sleeve, and yawned.

The drowsiness made his cheeks blush, and he even forced a tear from the corner of his eye.

audience:!

[Screen shot!Cubs are so pretty! 】

[The little boy yawns like my cat, I want to rua]

【Are you sleepy?Could the soul be sleepy too? 】

Seeing that Mu Xing himself seemed to be startled for a moment, he said to Qu Shao, "I'm a little sleepy, so let's stop here for today, goodbye everyone."

Qu Shao and the audience didn't even have time to react, the place where he was sitting was empty.

No one saw clearly how Mu Xing disappeared, he disappeared out of thin air.

No matter how excited the audience was, Mu Xing didn't care.

He returned to the old house.

Still very sleepy, accompanied by a feeling of fatigue.

It turned out that this was the feeling before the soul's obsession to clear up was about to dissipate.It's the same as when a person is sick and becomes weaker and weaker.

Mu Xing yawned, found his own bed, and lay down slowly.

Xiangfei Cheng stayed in the room in a daze.

After watching the live broadcast, he always felt that something was wrong.

Were the young master and the ancestor not friends at all?

He had thought about using this relationship to get close to the young master.

No wonder the young master suddenly had a bad attitude towards him.

He thought of Mu Xing's face like a spring flower in the live broadcast just now, and he couldn't help feeling moved: Compared with the young master, those girlfriends he had dated in the past are simply vulgar fans.

The door was knocked suddenly, Xiang Feicheng thought it was a family member, and said casually: "Come in."

The people outside the door didn't seem to hear, they were still knocking, Xiang Feicheng replied again, the door was still knocking.

He stood up with a frown, and opened the door: "Said, come in directly, what have you been knocking on—"

His unfinished words were stuck in his throat.

Darkness invaded.