A beam of white light was projected from the dark top of the staircase, enveloping the reincarnators again. At the same time, like a projector, a picture was displayed on the rooftop...
In the video, Xu Qinghua and his family of three are traveling happily. His wife is like him, wearing glasses, polite and courteous, but she doesn't seem to smile. Xu Qinghua is secretly discussing with his son how to make his wife laugh... The scene changes, Xu Qinghua and Zheng Yalin walk out of the school, he drives the car to a quiet place, the two kiss passionately in the car, Xu Qinghua whispers softly from time to time, making Zheng Yalin laugh, and finally, after the two of them are in perfect harmony, they stop breathing.
Zheng Yalin was not as shy as expected. Her face was ashen and she stood stiffly aside, while Xu Qinghua was sweating profusely and gasping for air.
"You guys acted well in this play, didn't you? It's really eye-opening. You didn't die of carbon dioxide poisoning while having sex in the car, did you?" Zhang Biao laughed at him, adding insult to injury. He washed away all the fear that the curse had brought to him.
"Shut up." Xu Qinghua was no longer the gentle teacher. He shouted angrily and grabbed Zhang Biao by the collar and pressed him to the ground. He was twice as strong as an ordinary person. Zhang Biao was no match for him. He was pressed to the ground and punched several times. Finally, Han Fan pulled Xu Qinghua back and said calmly, "It doesn't matter what kind of person he is in the real world. If you want to fight, you have to wait until you return to the main god space. If you drag down our Wuming team, I will not let you go."
Xu Qinghua stopped, walked to Zheng Yalin and held her hand, but Zheng Yalin's face turned dark, she shook it off and said coldly: "Didn't you say you have no feelings for your wife? Why are you trying to make her laugh?"
Xu Qinghua looked embarrassed, and whispered in her ear: "It's not convenient to talk about these things now. I will explain them to you slowly later."
Of course, everyone knows their relationship. It's very clichéd. Xu Qinghua and Zheng Yalin are a teacher and student. They have sex in a car and die of carbon dioxide poisoning. Just like the plot that has been played countless times in movies, Xu Qinghua said sweet words and pretended that he had no feelings for his wife, which made Zheng Yalin, who was not very experienced in the world, believe it...
Just as Han Fan said, it didn't matter what kind of people they were in the real world, so except for Zhang Biao, everyone else's expression remained unchanged.
Then, the scene appeared again, and this time the protagonist was Zhuo Luo...
Zhuo Luo was exercising in a place similar to a gym. In addition to fitness equipment, there were more than ten knives hanging around. These knives were shining and it was obvious that they were not ordinary things. After Zhuo Luo finished his exercise, he suddenly coughed painfully and spat out mouthfuls of black blood. He wiped it with a towel, walked to a tea table as if nothing had happened, and picked up a medical record. It clearly said "late stage lung cancer". He snorted, grabbed the medical record and threw it into the trash can.
The scene changed, and Zhuo Luo was sitting in the ward, but the patient was not him. A middle-aged man wrapped in gauze was hiding on the bed. Zhuo Luo, who always had a cold expression, actually had tears in his eyes.
"Zhuo Luo, you have received my true teachings. Don't continue to be a killer."
"Teacher, I will help you get revenge." Zhuo Luo said with a sad expression: "If I had defeated Qiu Qian last time, then the head of the Killer Hall would be Teacher, and you wouldn't have to be tricked by him to carry out this difficult mission."
“Don’t hate your uncle-master. It’s okay that you lost. After I die, you can leave the Killer Hall with a clear conscience. I always knew that you wanted to participate in the Professional Sanda League, represent the country to defeat the strongest people in the world, and become the strongest person in the world. However, killing and competition are two different things. If you want to participate in the competition, you have to leave the Killer Hall, forget the killing skills I taught you in the past, and enjoy your life... life..." The heart monitor finally stopped beating.
The scene changed, and Zhuo Luo was holding two knives, killing people in a bar, just like a gang fight, except that Zhuo Luo used two knives to fight more than a dozen armed villains with fierce faces. "Swish!" Zhuo Luo's arm was cut off, and a middle-aged man laughed and said: "Zhuo Luo, you were originally the best member of the Killer Hall, why are you so persistent and insist on killing me?"
"You killed the teacher, you deserve to die!" Zhuo Luo was covered in wounds and sat on the ground like a bloody man.
"It wasn't me who killed my brother, it was you. You were so weak that you lost to me. Since you can't be used by me, then you should follow your teacher." The man raised his knife and Zhuo Luo's head flew up immediately...
Everyone was silent. In the silence, only the sound of Zhuo Luo's teeth gnashing could be heard. Meng Xiang finally understood why Zhuo Luo had always wanted to become stronger, and why he was different from ordinary newcomers. Zhuo Luo originally had this kind of past.
The screen changed again, and this time it was Fang Ru's turn to be the protagonist. Fang Ru's body trembled slightly, and he stood in front of everyone, blocking the screen and said, "Everyone, if my guess is correct, the screen will show my past. This is **, can you not watch it?"
"Haha, it seems you are a very interesting person." Jie Juan covered her mouth and laughed. Han Fan said, "Yes, this is indeed your privacy. I am very curious why these images were projected out of nowhere?"
Fang Ru ignored Han Fan's words. Meng Xiang and others only heard intermittent words: "Money... Solve the problem... Those people finally fell into my trap. Haha, if I die, they won't live long..."
Fang Ru heaved a sigh of relief and walked down the stairs. At this time, the picture was showing a 2-meter-tall, silver-haired, ferocious-looking man fighting. His opponents included humans, as well as strange creatures or monsters.
"Meng Xiang, this person's facial features are quite similar to yours. Is he your relative?" Jie Juan asked with a smile.
Meng Xiang's face turned pale, and he shook his head, saying with lingering fear: "This is me after I turned into a demon."
Everyone was startled. Meng Xiang in the picture was simply a beast. He held a gleaming silver sword in his hand. Every time he swung the sword, a creature was cut in half. His left hand was not idle either. Every time he punched, blood spurted out of the picture. At this time, the corpses on the ground were piled up like a mountain...
"Why is Brother Meng's picture different from others?" Mu Fei'er was worried and scared. She couldn't help but hold Meng Xiang's hand, and sweat broke out on her palms.
The warmth from Mu Fei'er's hand woke Meng Xiang up. He gently pinched Mu Fei'er's palm and said softly: "Never mind, maybe these pictures are just Kayako playing tricks on us." Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden red light flash, and Meng Xiang in the picture was cut in half. A young man holding a tiger soul looked coldly at the dismembered Meng Xiang with a weird expression on his face, as if killing Meng Xiang did not make him happy at all. Instead, he felt a hint of regret, sorrow and grief.
Mu Fei'er cried out "Ah!", and Meng Xiang's heart shuddered: "It was him, and I was killed by him in the end?" The person who killed Meng Xiang in the picture was none other than Qin Hao, the captain of the God Squad.
The picture finally disappeared.
Han Fan immediately asked nervously: "Meng Xiang, what is going on?"
"God knows." Meng Xiang shrugged: "The person who killed me in the picture was the captain of the God Squad. I destroyed the future of the God Squad. He hated me so much that he even issued a wanted order to kill me. So it's not surprising that I died at his hands in the end."
"But... But... Brother Meng, you will die." Mu Fei'er's face was distorted, as if Meng Xiang really died in front of her. Meng Xiang was secretly moved, touching his head and laughing: "You are not serious, are you? Well, even if this picture can reflect a person's past, but can it reflect the future? If I commit suicide now, will its prediction still be accurate? So we don't have to care at all. On the contrary, what is worth thinking about is why this picture suddenly appeared? Why are the protagonists of the picture only me, Fang Ru, Zheng Yalin and... uh, and Xu Qinghua, who projected this picture? What should we do next?"
"Well, can you let me say something?" Fang Ru's face returned to calm, as if what happened just now had never happened.
"Please go ahead."
"Although I am a newcomer and don't understand many things, I think the most urgent thing now is to leave here first, and then find a place, drink fragrant tea, and discuss what to do next." Fang Ru said lightly.
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