Gongsun Qianhua died, completely dead. When he watched his body fly out of the road and saw his body being taken to the hospital by ambulance, the doctors nervously put various equipment on him, ventilators and cardiotropics. He watched the body push out from the morgue, the sad expressions of his parents and relatives, the burning remains in the incinerator jumping randomly, the grease constantly flowing out and turning into flames, and in the end, there was only a little bit of pitiful ashes left, which were put into a delicate small box and placed in the cold concrete floor. He watched his name printed on a well-known stone tablet, without even the name of the signed person. He did not cry or howl for this strange death experience. He even smiled and sighed in his heart: It was finally over, my sinful life.

He was even glad that at the age of 33, he could solve the troubles that might arise in the future one at one time. Then, he didn't have too much time to recall, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred and he gradually lost himself.

(No, if you want to implant me with memory, you have to implant a decent one. A 33-year-old lonely man can be thought of by the system of this movie.)

After Zhang Hu'en woke up, he got up from the ground. His clothes were still so sloppy. Looking at a huge colorful picture behind him, he wiped his eyes and looked closely. It turned out to be a poster. Five beauties in bunny dresses surrounded a handsome guy in an evening dress. The handsome guy held a sign in his hand, and the middle said, "Welcome to Purgatory!" Seven golden words plus an exclamation mark.

It's really tacky. Zhang Hu'en disdained the design of the poster and complained that his face was comparable to the signboard of an old Shanghai nightclub.

The surrounding situation seemed to be the platform of the subway, old platform pillars, signs hanging under the eaves with white light but without any text patterns, mottled walls around and those rough posters. A dark tunnel lies under the platform, and nearly a hundred people of all kinds of people standing or sitting on the platform, as if waiting for the same subway.

These people are actually actors. Isn’t it said that the self-cultivation of a supporting role? Why do so many people pop up at once? Zhang Huen doesn’t know that the self-cultivation of a supporting role is actually the self-cultivation of an actor. Daxia Royal TV has not been rampant to pirate the copyright of the entire entertainment group, and due to technical barriers, they do not have the ability to pirate the copy.

People were questioning each other on the platform in a mess, asking who was the prank, was it a kidnapping or something, anyway, they just didn't believe they were dead.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Purgatory!"

The same lines as on the poster. Zhang Hu'en looked at the gentleman in white who appeared out of thin air in the middle of the platform. This man was dressed appropriately and looked kind, but he still had the inhuman atmosphere, which made the people who were originally gathered in the center disperse one after another. However, the natural curiosity of human beings made them unwilling to stay away, but kept a distance of 5 to 6 meters.

"Plot creature Mattlandi (Purgatory Messenger)

Faction: Neutral (killing cannot obtain the number of people required to complete the task)

Comprehensive combat effectiveness: 5500

An unchallenging existence.”

"My name is Mattlandi, and I am the soul guide of Purgatory. I believe everyone must have many questions about life in this world, right? It doesn't matter, I can answer it with patience to you."

"And I. I..."

People kept saying that I was like this? So what were you? Seeing that others were obviously dissatisfied and had to come up to argue, Mattlandi quickly waved his hand and said:

"Okay, time is tight. Even if you go over and do something similar to giving beggars and getting money, it will not offset some unknown mistakes you have done. Otherwise, how could you come here?"

Not giving the excited people the opportunity to justify, Mattlandi, who obviously took breaking his promises as a common occurrence, continued:

"You just need to know. Our purgatory has taken over you, and then provided you with opportunities for work, and even the opportunity for reincarnation. We don't have much time, please rest for a while. Soon, the shuttle bus to pick you up will arrive!"

"tmd, we won't leave with a sarcastic guy like you!"

Three black boys with braids arrogantly occupied a bench. The black guy in the lead was wearing ear piercings, lip rings and nose rings. He looked like a bad boy. He had never looked down on people like Mattlandi from the beginning. Perhaps he had never looked down on people in his eyes. This is the sorrow of Zhan Wushao. He was obviously no match for others and he also thought that I was one of the world. Of course, can they continue to explain their fate?

"The car is here, please get in!"

A subway appeared outside the platform in an abrupt moment like a ghost. Without making any sound in advance, Mattlandi came to the open subway door and acted as a decent waiter.

"Tsk, let's have a good time. If you want to die, follow him, we won't go anyway!"

The black boy was still making noise there. He even raised his middle finger at Mattlandi. Everyone on the platform also watched the three of them continue to make trouble with a wait-and-see attitude. At least you can see if Mattlandi is a paper tiger, or look at his bottom line. There are those who look forward to their vision, those who watch the show, and those who are indifferent.

"Shadow minions."

Mattlandi gently spit out four words, stretched out his right hand in a claw shape, and a dark palm slightly larger than the human body shot out from the shadow of the bench where the black boy sat. He held the black boy firmly like a toy doll, allowing the black boy to struggle and fight. In addition to having no intention of letting go, he kept clenching again. The two black men who were originally sitting firmly on both sides had their feet weak, and at least grabbed the back of the chair with their hands, so they did not fall off the bench.

"Ah, help! Help!"

"Although I am just a soul guide, I am more than enough to deal with new illegal people! So, in order not to affect everyone's future appetite, please don't leave some of the ill-watching pictures below to appreciate. Please get in the car!"

Amid Mattlandi's vague threat and the wailing of the black boy, everyone who was already dragging the show became active immediately and rushed to the subway. When Zhang Hu'en walked past Mattlandi, Mattlandi was stunned for a moment and said to him with a smile:

"Yes, with a member of higher quality like you, our purgatory revitalization is just around the corner."

Zhang Huen ignored him and found a seat by the window to sit down. Looking at the black man who was still howling on the platform, he felt no fluctuations in his heart. Strength determines everything. It is like this everywhere. He has no strength and dares to challenge the other party without knowing the situation. He deserves it if he dies.

"Will he kill him?"

A soft voice came from his ears, and Gongsun Qianhua looked at the woman sitting next to him:

"Ding Yanling (Emotional Liar)------Actor: Yuan Wu

Faction: Same (killing will increase the difficulty of the task)

Comprehensive combat power: 6

Weak scum.”

Zhang Hu'en shook his head and said:

"have no idea."
Chapter completed!