Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Anderson listened to his heartbeat, rubbed his arms vigorously, and forced a smile:
“…I want to live.”

Wai Shen was happy: "You are not dead yet, right? If you are still running, keep running. If you are enjoying life, enjoy it until the last moment of your life."

"No no no no!!"

Anderson was sweating in the face of danger. If it wasn't for his spiritual intuition telling him that he would definitely lose his life if he approached the other person directly, according to Anderson's style, in such a life-and-death situation, he might have already rushed over and tightly hugged the other person's legs to make it difficult for him to move. At this moment, even though he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, he still tried his best to put on a flattering smile on his face:
"You look like an important person..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the other party: "Stop talking so much nonsense, my time is precious, do you want to leave here?"

"……Yes!"

"Then think about it." The Outer God looked Anderson up and down, and prepared to change direction without caring. "Your soul and destiny have no appeal to me. Besides, isn't there one about death in your dream? Why, you don't want a peaceful death?"

"But my life plan is not to die now!" Anderson had to plead his innocence. Since the other party had directly told him his remaining life and exact time of death when they met, he guessed that the other party must be a demigod or even an angel with the ability to predict. He couldn't help but hold on to such a strong man. This was his only hope of escaping now. He made up his mind, knelt on the ground on the spot, and answered sincerely and loudly:

"I am willing to give everything I have! I beg you to take me away from Balam!"

"If you want to be saved, just stay there and don't move. I'll take a picture of you. After that, you'll be immortal. It's more painless than the River of Eternal Darkness."

The Outer God sighed, "Your life and destiny are really unremarkable. Even if you give it to me, I have no interest in collecting it. Although in a certain destiny, your life seems a little more magnificent, but you have only become a pawn of other gods, with the opportunity to become a demigod, and a material package for the growth of a younger generation. Whether you live or die, it has no impact on this world. Ah, I'm not targeting you alone, I mean more than 99% of people are like this, so I think it's not bad for you to die together."

"Instead of being sad and afraid of death here, you might as well think positively and find a gun to kill yourself. Then you won't have to worry anymore."

"Are you really not a hunter?" Anderson smiled bitterly. "Becoming a demigod and then dying doesn't sound bad. Of course I know I'm nothing, but I just want to survive. Why do you deny me even this?"

"I'm really sorry, but in my opinion, only valuable people deserve to live." The Outer God adjusted his camera. "If you really want to live, I suggest you run to the north. There are many mountains there. Even if you can't survive, you won't be the first to die. If you have faith, then pray to all the gods and angels you know. Maybe someone will show mercy and save you."

"You are such a comforter."

Anderson wiped the sweat off his face, and when he looked up again, the other party had disappeared. He stood up resignedly and ran northward as fast as he could, running towards the highest mountain in his sight.

A Sequence 5 Beyonder had very fast speed, but the cold that invaded his bones still slowed him down. When he finally passed through the primeval forest at the foot of the mountain and climbed halfway up the mountain, he suddenly felt the ground tremble violently.

Then he looked up and saw a scene he would never forget.

The sky suddenly became transparent, reflecting the scenery of another world.

A pitch-black river stretched across the sky. A boat made of countless bones was lifted up by the corpse of a giant dragon and headed towards the world of the living.

……

I opened my eyes and found myself sleeping on a bench by the roadside.

"Ouch! My neck..."

How did I fall asleep on the bench? Did I stay up too late recently? Will there be any work news for me? I woke up with a start and quickly tried to move my neck, which had been tilted up all the time. As a result, I found that I had a stiff neck. Not only was it sore and stiff, but I could only move in one direction.

I rubbed my neck while opening my phone. The message bar was empty, and there were no missed calls. Although the phone was turned off, work calls could still come in. Seeing that there was nothing and no work was delayed, I was relieved and sat on the bench in a different position, massaging my shoulders and spine. While relaxing, I couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

No one came to me, not even a job.

There was no one on the street and I couldn't go home. There was silence wherever I went, as if I had been abandoned by the world.

But continuing to lie like this was not a solution, so I sighed and looked up at the sky above my head. I saw that the sky was extremely dark, and raindrops as big as beans penetrated the hot and humid environment and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Ah? Damn! Why is it raining all of a sudden? At this moment, I want to say hello to God.

It was finally such a quiet day at noon, with no work news, but I encountered a rainstorm and I didn’t even bring an umbrella!
I hurriedly stood up from the bench and ran to the eaves of the closed shop opposite to shelter from the rain.

It was not until this time that I remembered that when I left the company, I felt hot and stuffy outside, as if a heavy rain was about to come. But at that time, I was thinking of going out for lunch and then returning to the company for a nap. By then, the rain should have stopped or become lighter. After all, summer rain comes quickly and goes away quickly.

...Is it summer now?
I suddenly had such a strange question: Is it summer now? Why does my memory seem to have a snowy city, and a group of people wearing furs praying in the snow... I looked at my hands. I was wearing the company's uniform long-sleeved white shirt work clothes and trousers, and a uniform tie, which is a standard spring and autumn outfit. I looked no different from everyone else in the company.

"Maybe it's because I was a little cold when I slept."

I really couldn't figure out why I had that illusion just now. Maybe it was a dream I couldn't remember clearly. I looked away and muttered something.

I looked at the heavy rain outside again and considered whether to rush back to the company.

I sniffed and resisted the urge to do so, considering that I had been feeling dizzy and in a bad mood recently, and that I might have caught a bad cold.

Hey, as a grown man, isn't it normal to only bring a mobile phone and a key with a bus card and access card to work?

Who would carry a bag and an umbrella for no reason?

These days, I often forget to bring even small change.

Forget it, it's all because this store is closed, otherwise I could go in and sit for a while. Now I can only stand here and wait until the rain stops. If that doesn't work, I can go back and order takeout... I sighed, helpless, and squatted down where I was.

"Hey, young man, what are you standing there for?"

At this moment, I caught a familiar voice with my sharp ears. I turned around and saw a stall set up on the open space more than ten meters away, with a rainproof cloth hanging on the top. The fortune-teller old man who was very familiar to me and who always spoke bad words was sitting in the stall, crossing his legs and greeting me.

Seeing a stool in front of the other party’s table, I stood up decisively.

Instead of standing or squatting here until my legs are numb, I might as well sit down and chat with this old man to kill time!
I covered my head with my hands to block the rain, and walked to the awning in two steps. The big raindrops hit the rainproof cloth above the fortune-telling stall, and the crackling sound was particularly relaxing. I couldn't sit on someone's stool for nothing, so I took out my phone from my pocket, but then I remembered that my phone was already in arrears, and the old man didn't put up a QR code for charging, so I put the phone down and fumbled for coins.

"What a rare guest." The old man smiled, "What do you want to see today?"

I didn't feel the coin in my hand, so I felt a little uneasy. I laughed awkwardly twice and didn't respond.

Actually, this fortune-teller is not too old. Although he always wears a big hat, he looks about fifty years old, or maybe older, but he looks young. The old man has good facial features. It can be seen that he was definitely a handsome guy when he was young, the kind who could definitely charm a lot of old ladies when he went to the square to dance. Unfortunately, he speaks and acts like an old man, and he doesn't have the mysterious temperament that a charlatan should have. Instead, he is the kind of unpopular old man who likes to gossip, find faults and make fun of others.

I touched my left pocket, then my right pocket, then my top pocket, and finally, out of faith, I found a crumpled ten-yuan note in my trouser pocket. I breathed a sigh of relief, and generously pinched the ten-yuan note out of my trouser pocket with two fingers and put it in front of the old man.

The old man took a look and took the money away:
"The price has gone up. Today it's fifteen."

My eyes widened immediately: "Why?"

The old man pointed to the sky and said, "It's raining. I used so much strength to put up the shed. Can you please be considerate of me?"

Seeing that he didn't have many years left to live, I chuckled twice and didn't plan to talk to him anymore. I turned around and stared at the road in a daze. I cursed myself for knowing that this old bastard was not a good person and still came to take the seat. Seeing that he was alone, I gave him an extra five dollars as a gesture of mercy, and sponsored him to choose a good quality urn for himself.

Just then, I glanced and saw a figure approaching from a distance. This was the second person I had seen today, and I immediately perked up to see who the other person was.

The person who was walking over looked like a young man with rare long silver hair and very distinctive features.

So, I recognized him. He was a newcomer who had just joined the company and happened to be in the same project team as me. It was said that he had done very well in another company before, but the company went bankrupt due to some problems and was acquired again. He had no choice but to jump over and become my subordinate. His last name was Wu.

Of course, this could just be the other person's Chinese surname, since he is either a foreigner or mixed-race.

It’s a shame that this guy doesn’t become an idol, he’s so good-looking... I greeted him from a distance and waved. After all, we are all in the same project team. Although we don’t interact much, we are still acquaintances.

After saying hello, I saw him walking towards me.

During this process, I noticed that the fortune teller Lao Deng was sitting behind the table leisurely. He took out a deck of tarot cards from somewhere and put them on the table, next to the compass, Si Nan, counting sticks and some antique copper and wooden objects that I couldn't name. I was shocked:

“Is it a combination of Chinese and Western cultures?”

The old man asked me, "The more skills you learn, the less likely you are to starve to death. Do you want to try it?"

"I don't know how to do this."

As a social animal, I have never come into contact with these mystical things. Let alone fortune-telling, I can't even recognize all the English on the tarot cards! The fortune-teller is the guy I have come into contact with the most. But when I saw these beautiful cards with exquisite workmanship and silver and gold foil, I couldn't help rubbing my hands and randomly pulled out a card from the box:

"world"

Isn't it "Wheel of Fortune"? This question suddenly popped up in my mind. I looked up and wanted to ask the old man what this card meant, but I saw the old man looking at the card, then at the silver-haired young man named Wu, with a half-smile on his face.

At this time, the young man with long silver hair stopped in front of me. His expression was a little cold, but he still nodded to me:
"Are you telling fortunes?"

"Not enough money." I smiled frankly.

As a corporate slave, it is normal not to be afraid of the former management of the neighboring company, but I will definitely try my best to build good relationships with them. After all, the economy is in recession now and you never know when someone will change jobs. One more friend means one more way.

Of course, if this gentleman had stayed with me and been a good brother in a project team, I would never have considered this aspect. I don’t want to join that weird company that is full of weirdos and shouts slogans eight hundred times a day.

But if they dare to offer me a monthly salary of more than 30,000, I will dare to change jobs today. For people in the workplace, the first principle is not to go against money. Anyway, as long as it does not break the law or commit a crime, what's wrong with shouting slogans? If I can get 100 yuan for shouting, I can shout until the boss of their company goes bankrupt!
Why "world"?
"Is there a lighter?"

"No." I shook my head.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart:
This guy's appearance and temperament easily make people think of an immortal who is not tainted by the world of dust, and it is impossible to associate him with something like smoking.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask casually:
"smokes?"

This colleague with long silver hair, beautiful face and indifferent expression raised his right hand and showed a cigarette between his fingers.

"Everyone thinks you don't smoke." I responded with a smile.

“This is what a friend of mine taught me.”

Things like smoking are taught to everyone by their friends, and only very few are led astray by their parents... I complained in my heart.

Why not "Wheel of Fortune"?
This strange doubt popped up again.

I shook my head to drive this strange thought out of my mind, but I saw the fortune teller turned to the other person and greeted him perfunctorily:
"He gave me the money, what do you want to calculate?"

"Hey, why can he do it for free when I pay him?" I wondered, "He is not me!"

He is "the world"? After saying this, I was suddenly stunned for a moment, and I felt that something in my mind was about to break out of the ground, but I instinctively didn't want to recall it. He is "the world"?
The fortune teller laughed, a laugh that was three parts cunning, five parts sinister, and two parts mocking, like an old fox, as if I had said something very stupid: "It doesn't matter, in my opinion, you are all the same. Well, young man, what do you want to calculate?"

After hearing what I said, the vice president next door seemed to be silent for a moment. Then, he turned his head to the fortune teller Lao Deng and said:

"My friend is dying."

"I want to know how to save him."

"Sorry." I responded reflexively.

After I finished speaking, I suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability and panic, my temples ached slightly, and some scenes that I had never seen before appeared strangely in front of my eyes - it seemed like scarlet fog, a city I had never seen before, ruins, and many strange landscapes - I shook my head, expelled these things from my mind, and suddenly became concerned about the dying friend, as if I knew him.

"Then you should go to the hospital now instead of coming to this charlatan to seek help."

I opened my mouth subconsciously to make the old man unhappy. But after I said this, I felt that it was not right. Since the other party had said that his life was in danger, he probably had to use these supernatural things as spiritual sustenance.

The fortune-teller smiled, but did not answer the question. He smiled mysteriously and replied:

“Sometimes, letting go is a good choice.”

In an instant, I saw from the corner of my eye that the silver-haired young man's fist hardened, and not only his, my fist hardened as well.

TBC
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The Einhorn family has been holding Sequence 1 for more than a thousand years and has been silent. How come there are still masters? ? ? (End of this chapter)