[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

It is not allowed to use the power of the emperor to destroy anything in the world without permission, so the worst thing he can do with ghosts and resentful spirits is to scare people.

It seemed that this time it was indeed going to be his problem.

I'm going to see the judge again, I really don't want to see that person look like a godhead, but this time it is really necessary, he can't die here, let the mission fail.

I lit the black willow fire in my hand, the mysterious fire can burn everything including the soul, and can make the living body disappear forever in the world. Even if it is contaminated by the mysterious fire, it will erode the bone marrow and tear the soul in an instant, and the body and the soul will be wiped out together.

Jiang Wuyu waved his hand, the flames twisted and danced, exuding a cold breath mixed with pleasant crackling sounds, and hit the crowd in front of him. He controlled it very well and did not damage the floor, but the fire swept through in the blink of an eye, and a large number of corpses disappeared.

Instead, he wiped the blood from the wound, and walked towards Jiang Chongyan. Wherever he went, there were no bones left, as if there had never been one, not even ashes left.

Raising his hand to smear the blood on Jiang Chongyan's neck, to protect him from being hurt by Xuanhuo, Jiang Wuyuan said: "You retreat, I am here."

Jiang Chongyan was surprised for a moment, without thinking too much, grabbed his wrist: "I'm with you, I can't let you die in front of me again."

Jiang Wuyuan patted his hand: "Don't worry, I'll be fine this time."

Not necessarily next time.

"Hey, wait outside with them, I'll be right there."

Let go of his hand, clean up behind him and push.Xuanhuo wandered in the room, and closed the door according to Jiang Wuyuan's order. There was a rumbling sound, and Jiang Chongyan's distorted and sad expression was isolated.

The main reason is that he has a good feeling for those people, so he won't turn a blind eye to death. Although the task that Po Meng said can be completed as long as he releases the current Xuanhuo, but...

It's not fun anymore.

After finally coming to the place he had been to before, he didn't want to go back so soon.

The voices of other people came from the earphones, even the clear sky that didn't speak often, it felt good that someone was worried, and this was one of the reasons why he wanted to be a mortal.

Seeing that none of the bones in the room in front of him existed, it was as clean as if it had just been cleaned, Jiang Wuyu tapped on the earphones and replied to them: "I'm fine, I'll be right back."

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and the tightly clenched hands of the few people in the car also relaxed. In the corner of the laboratory, the snake that had escaped the attacks of those corpses wriggled in front of Jiang Wuchen and rubbed his head against him. The latter took it up and coiled it around his neck, and stroked his head with his fingers to soothe him twice.

She thoughtfully turned off the light and opened the door, but there was a figure, whose expression could not be seen clearly against the light, and hugged him tightly in his arms with a big hand.

The little snake tactfully spit out the letter and climbed to the ground and moved towards the door. Jiang Wuyuan only knew that being half a head short was really uncomfortable.

"Ahem, let go, I didn't die inside, don't you strangle me to death."

A muffled voice came from next to my ear: "Don't do this next time."

"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong." Dare to do it next time.

Jiang Chongyan still didn't let him go.

"What did you use just now? Do you really know magic?"

"Did I get my name for nothing? Of course I would... um!"

Jiang Chongyan's face was magnified in front of him, and there was a warm touch on his mouth. Jiang Wuren opened his eyes wide and wanted to push away, but he controlled the back of his head and pressed hard against himself.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Wuyuan struggled for a long time before pushing him away.

Jiang Chongyan held his shoulders, and looked into Jiang Wuren's eyes very seriously: "I believe you have known my feelings for you for a long time, and now I want your answer."

Jiang Wuyuan wiped his mouth, looked up at him after a moment of silence, put away his carelessness for the first time: "You know I was just resurrected, I don't know how long this body can last, you don't need to put your feelings away. Putting it on someone who doesn't necessarily have a tomorrow, this is my advice to you." After a pause, he lazily returned to his usual appearance: "But if you really don't want to think about food and tea, I can accept your offer for the time being." Confession."

The eyes of Jiang Chongyan who was already lost suddenly burst into light: "You agreed?!"

"I don't." Jiang Wuyuan shook his finger: "Don't be infatuated with me, I'm a scumbag."

Some of his words are true and some are false. This is known to everyone. What comes out of his mouth may be true or completely false. It all depends on whether the other party believes it or not.

Jiang Chongyan seemed to have blocked the last sentence, blushing to the base of his neck, and wanted to scratch his hair, but saw the blood on his hands, and then remembered that the other party was injured before.

"I'll hug you..." Jiang Chongyan just wanted to say this, but the person in front of him fell straight forward, and he immediately caught him in his arms. After looking carefully, he found that the person's wound was bleeding all the time, but it was blocked by the black windbreaker I can't see it.

He ran all the way to the caravan, where some medical equipment had already been set up. The curator's car was driving very steadily, and Jiang Chongyan was calm and meticulous. Before arriving at his underground medical room, the wound had been treated properly.

The rest of the people were not seriously injured, and after a simple bandage, they began to discuss what they had heard before.

"You confessed without complaint?"

"I'm drinking really wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" I'm it really good."

"I don't think that Wuyuan's temperament will be a qualified lover, but you complement each other, it should be pretty good, congratulations first, and you are not allowed to break up until you have a child."

"Brother, I'll give you a doll, and give birth to a precious son early."

"You guys..." Jiang Chongyan almost wanted to jump out of the car, but was forced into a corner by the crowd and couldn't say a word. He really didn't know that the earphones were on at that time, and he didn't know that his words would be heard by others .

At this time, the addition of a voice seems to be the sound of nature. "You are too serious, we are just joking." Jiang Wuyuan was lying on his stomach, but now he wakes up and looks at them with his head on his side, his eyes playful: "Wait until Jiang Chongyan is about to jump off the car."

All the people settled down until they reached the sixth-floor bungalow. Lu Wen'an removed the sundries from the empty rooms on the third floor and put them into medical equipment, where the injured were placed.

Sitting on the bed with an IV in his hand, the sky outside the window had already darkened, and the face on the holographic screen changed again, and the bottom screen said that this person was the manager of Laboratory No. [-], Jiang Wuyuan recognized him , is the team leader.

The vision from his position is not bad, and he can see that the person will describe the future with vivid colors and vivid colors, and seriously say that "Hound Fang" is about to return.Jiang Wuyuan was a little annoyed, the daily reports were brainwashing and brainwashing, people who could see it didn't care, and people who couldn't see it didn't care.

So what kind of useless work is this?

He turned to look at Jiang Chongyan who was helping him peel apples, and asked, "Do you want to be president?"

Jiang Wuyuan's words are always so jumpy, Jiang Chongyan has long been used to the strangeness, raised his eyes, and said two words decisively: "I don't want to." The apple peel was thrown into the trash can intact, Jiang Chongyan cut the apple into pieces Small pieces, put them on a plate and handed them to him.

Not far away, he took a few toothpicks and stuck them on the apples, and then he said, "The government is stubborn. We've only made this place look like this for so many years. Do you think it's still possible?"

The words were full of indifference, and Jiang Wuyuan remembered that Jiang Chongyan's family members, including his parents and sister, were all killed by the government because of trivial matters.

Jiang Wuyuan smiled: "Don't take it seriously, I was joking."

Not long after, Jiang Chongyan was called by the curator, saying that he wanted to talk to him.Jiang Wuyuan sat alone in the room, in a daze.

Suddenly, the holographic screen in the distance distorted a few times, the figure of the team leader receded, and a phalanx army appeared, with white military uniforms and hats and masks covering everyone's faces. Advanced guns and ammunition, standing there quietly, like a loyal watchdog.

The mobile phone in Jiang Wuyuan's hand lit up, and a caller ID popped up. There was no title marked, and the number was special.

He thought for a while, then picked up, and there was a familiar voice on the other end of the phone.

"Number 97, I have a task for you."