Cannon fodder female supporter's technological path to immortality

Chapter 48 Chapter 48

Inside the morgue.

Song's mother threw herself on Song Li's body, crying her heart broke. The syringe secretly hidden in her sleeve was revealed quietly, and the needle tip stuck into her arm.

While pushing the syringe, she cried and whispered, "Xiaoli, don't blame mom, mom can't do anything, just blame you if you want to, what kind of overtime are you doing? You're dead after working overtime, your leader said , not the normal working hours, and no compensation will be paid to the family members after death.”

"They are a group of beasts who have rotted your heart. How much money have you made for them? They only give [-] as condolence money. What can [-] do? It's not enough to pay off your brother's gambling debts."

"Your brother is going to get married and buy a house. Where did our old couple get the money? Xiaoli, you are dead anyway, so my mother will lend you your body for use. It is not in vain for my mother to raise you for more than 30 years."

Song Li stood by, watching all this boredly.

I can really act.

Is it okay to say those words?

Since she was in junior high school, she has received a scholarship every year, and the tuition is free. Her mother gave her living expenses, but her annual living expenses are not as much as her brother's pair of sneakers.

When she went to college, she relied on work-study programs to complete her studies. During her graduate studies, she began to work on projects with her mentor, and she was paid every month. Since then, her life has become easier.

But such days didn't last long, and her parents and brother asked her for money again, and if they didn't give the money, they went to her school to make a big fuss, and she had to compromise for her studies.

Compromised again and again.

Adding up all these things, I also got two 10,000+ for my family.

After finally graduating with a Ph.D., she immediately cut off all contact with her family, went to another city, and entered a research institute.

At that time, she was full of ambition, and she wanted to earn a lot of money to build her own laboratory. She had many, many ideas that were not realized. Unexpectedly, she went too far and died suddenly.

The screen turned again.

Mama Song sat in the TV studio, crying to the camera over and over again how she missed her and how oppressed she was by the leaders.

Public opinion erupted, and the leader Song Li, who was in the whirlpool of public opinion, was unbearably disturbed every day, bearing the reputation of driving his subordinates to death.

Mother Song took the test sheet she made and negotiated with the leader Song Li.

In order to suppress this matter, the leader took 200 million to Song's mother to settle the matter.

Mother Song collected the money in the morning, and asked the crematorium to drag Song Li to cremation in the afternoon, and the ashes were scattered into the sea, euphemistically saying that Song Li likes freedom.

In fact, he was reluctant to spend money to buy a cemetery.

Later, Song's mother paid off Song Li's gambling debts, bought her brother a house and a car in a small city, married him a wife, and opened a snack bar with the remaining money.

Live happily and beautifully.

The picture ends with the happy smiles of a family of four.

Su Wanyue looked up at the sky and sighed helplessly: "You show me this to want me to get angry? Do you want me to be haunted by demons? Should I think, how can they be happy after doing all the crazy things? Should I be angry, should I growl, should I yell in despair?"

"But Huanhuan, we are not from the same world anymore, no matter how angry I am, I will be incapable of roaring, and there is no physical harm to them. I still can't beat bulls from the air."

"So, good boy, Huanhuan, next time, can you not create this kind of illusion for me that exceeds the scope of my roar and crosses the boundary?"

"If you want to come, you can also have some local, progressive, future, and forecast-style illusions. For example, you can give me a mysterious illusion of Xuantian Secret Realm, and tell me, who will snatch my treasure? I will definitely roar angrily as you wish , rush over and beat him up!"

After the words fell, the picture floating in front of Su Wanyue dissipated.

The clouds dissipated, and there was only the bluestone stairs with no end in sight, so there was no illusion.

Stepping up the bluestone steps again, there is no more illusion.

Su Wanyue successfully climbed to the top, stood on the top of the mountain, looked down, and sighed helplessly: "Huanhuan is not kind at all, and they don't give me more illusions."

Ming Su, who was meditating, couldn't help asking: "Junior Sister, how many illusions have you experienced in total?"

Su Wanyue replied: "It's only one, and the senior sister also said that I will go through at least five, and I wonder if the illusion of the mental path is broken. I gave [-] spirit stones in exchange for an illusion to hone, it's too bad. "

Ming Su was depressed for a moment, and explained: "The way of refining the mind is to arrange the number of illusions according to your own will. The junior sister has a firm heart, an open-minded mind, and no distracting thoughts, so there is only one illusion. Congratulations, junior sister. You can practice with peace of mind in the future. Until Jin You don’t have to worry about mental problems before.”

"There is another theory?" Su Wanyue was curious, sitting cross-legged opposite Ming Su, and asked curiously: "How many illusions have you experienced, brother?"

Ming Su was ashamed: "I have experienced seven big illusions and eighteen small illusions for my brother. I have too many distracting thoughts in my heart. I can't compare with my junior sister."

Su Wanyue smiled and said, "Maybe it's not because I'm so determined, maybe it's because I'm too young and simple-minded. I don't think about anything other than eating, sleeping, and practicing all day long. Illusion doesn't know what to test me for." Ah! Is it to test whether my sleeping posture is good-looking? Whether I am picky about eating? Will I be lazy in my practice?"

"I don't think the phantom array is that boring."

Ming Su couldn't help being amused by Su Wanyue.

He had never heard such an interesting statement, and suddenly felt that he had really thought too much before.

After Ming Su laughed, he asked in a low voice: "What's the name of Junior Sister?"

Su Wanyue replied: "Su Wanyue, a junior class with B characters in miscellaneous series."

"So it's you?" Ming Su suddenly realized.

Su Wanyue was taken aback: "Brother knows me?"

Ming Su nodded: "I often hear Xinghe talk about you. I am in the same class as him, and they are both advanced classes with A characters in miscellaneous departments. My name is Ming Su."

This name didn't match his appearance at all. He heard the name and thought he was a very serious person.

However, Senior Brother Mingsu looks handsome and loves to smile. When he smiles, there is a slight dimple on his face, which looks a bit cute.

Su Wanyue thought to herself, and asked calmly, "Senior Brother Ming, what did Brother Chu tell you about me?"

Ming Su thought for a while, and imitated Chu Xinghe's tone and said: "That little girl Su Wanyue will cry if she doesn't see me for a day, I won't go out with you guys for a drink, I'm going to teach her sword skills."

"A little girl like Su Wanyue is smarter than you, why are you so stupid?"

"It took Su Wanyue three days to memorize the materials for refining equipment, but it took you a month, is it shameful?"

"Su Wanyue is going to practice, I'll go and watch, in case she can't catch the monster and hide and cry."

"Su Wanyue praised that my smile is inferior to everything in the world, but you guys think my smile is fake, you don't even have a little girl with eyesight."

"Su Wanyue..."

……

Su Wanyue didn't expect that she had such a high sense of presence in Chu Xinghe's mouth, and he praised her while hurting her at the same time, she didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

　Three more, please recommend, please collect.

　　


(End of this chapter)