Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

An Ting hid the box in his pocket and left Jing'an Temple. Standing across the street from Jing'an Temple, he called Rongchuan and told Rongchuan that he was going back first.

"Won't you go back with me? Otherwise, if you wait for me, the ceremony will be over soon."

"I'm a little tired. Please take your time and observe the ceremony. We'll see you tomorrow."

When Rongchuan saw that An Ting insisted on going back, he no longer stopped him. He just asked An Ting to be more careful on the way back.

An Ting sat in the driver's seat and drove the car, looking at the passenger seat from time to time. He looked at the box and couldn't help but feel curious about what was in the box.

System 198: "Host, long time no see, I'm back."

An Ting: "198, do you know what is in this box?"

System 198: "I don't know, I don't have the ability to see through."

An Ting sighed helplessly, with a regretful tone, "Why do you think your system is so useless? My system allows the host to do whatever he wants, but look at you, it's useless at all."

System 198: "I still have some uses, such as transporting you to the next world, helping you adjust the world video, and helping you monitor targets."

"Hey, they are quite useless. By the way, where are Jiang Hui and Xin Wenwei hiding? I've asked my relatives all over the past few days, and no one knows where they are hiding. You, the system, should know, right?"

System 198: "Sorry host, I don't know where they are hiding. My permissions are too low. Sometimes when I want to help you with something, I am always stuck on permissions. I'm really sorry."

An Ting looked understanding and murmured in a low voice: "I had already guessed that this would be the result. You are really unreliable."

After a while, the mechanical voice of System 198 sounded in An Ting's mind, "Host, how about you ask Wanyan Qingji for help? He has the main system here, and his authority may be exhausted. You ask him for help. The task It must have been easy.”

"Wait a minute, I haven't mentioned Wanyan Qingji to you. How do you know about him? And how do you know that he is Fu Jin from the previous world?"

System 198 answered patiently: "Didn't you fall into a coma that night after falling into the pit? I felt the presence of the main system in Wanyan Qingji's body."

"You can sense Wanyan Qingji's main system. Can the main system sense you?"

"It's probably not possible, because there are thousands of systems. The main reason I can sense the main system's pressure is because it feels so oppressive. As an employee who works hard for him, I can naturally sense the pressure of my boss very quickly. But the main system is in charge of thousands of systems, so how could it notice a humble little system like mine?"

When the topic reached this point, An Ting took the opportunity to ask System 198 about the meaning of his name.

"Why did you name yourself 198? You didn't seem to have told me before."

System 198: "My name has no special meaning. I am the 198th generation system. There are [-] systems in the same generation as me."

Hearing what System 198 said, An Ting suddenly felt sorry for the system. He asked softly: "Have you ever thought about giving yourself a name?"

System 198 responded sincerely: "No, I am just a system. 198 is the number given to me by the main system."

"But there are 198 systems with the number 1. If 1 198s stand together, do you know which one the main system is calling?"

"Our systems all directly receive tasks distributed by the main system, and there is no chance to stand together."

"In this way, the main system will give you 1 198 tasks at the same time. Aren't you afraid of making mistakes because the names are the same?"

System 198: "The main system has never had an error."

An Ting: "Okay, but let me give you a name. Do you want it?"

System 198's mechanical voice seemed to have changed slightly, "What's the name?"

"Tianhe, is this a good name?" An Ting explained to System 198 with a smile, "I chose this name mainly because I thought of a poem, the Tianhe drifts back to the stars at night, and the flowing clouds in Yinpu imitate the sound of water."

An Ting explained again: "In ancient poems, the Milky Way is described as the Milky Way. You, like the Milky Way, are as far away and cannot be touched, but you are close in front of you and can communicate with it."

System 198: "Host, your academic performance must be very good."

An Ting smiled and said nothing.

……

When An Ting returned home, he found that the house was dark, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Is Wanyan Qingji not at home?"

"I'm here."

As soon as An Ting turned on the chandelier in the living room, he saw Wanyan Qingji sitting on the sofa. He frowned and walked over, looked at Wanyan Qingji up and down, and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you turn on the light at home? "

"I see better in the dark."

An Ting nodded, "It seems so. You are the Corpse King after all."

Wanyan Qingji looked at An Ting without speaking for a long time, which puzzled An Ting, so he took the initiative to ask: "Why are you staring at me like this? If you have anything to say, you can just say it."

"Why did you come back so late?"

"I went to attend a Dharma conference with my friends, so I came back a little late."

"Ah."

"Then I'll take a shower first. My body is smelling like that."

"Go."

When An Ting went into the bathroom to take a shower, Wanyan Qingji found something on the sofa that caught his attention. It fell out of An Ting's coat pocket.

He bent down and picked up the small box and looked at it carefully, but the appearance of the box was nothing special, so he put it down again.

Wanyan Qingji put the box on the edge of the coffee table and walked to the kitchen to find something to eat, because he felt he was a little greedy.

An Ting came out of the shower and saw Wanyan Qingji eating. He also felt hungry, so he went to the kitchen to cook a midnight snack.

"Qingji, do you want some dumplings?"

"Ah."

An Ting cooked a whole pack of dumplings, which was just enough for one person.

An Ting and Wanyan Qingji sat face to face at the dining table. An Ting asked while eating: "Qingji, can you help me find out where my cousin Jiang Hui and her husband Xin Wenwei are? I've asked all my relatives but they can't. You know where they went, and you are a corpse king, so you should be able to do something about it, right?"

"Well, but I helped you, how are you going to repay me?"

An Ting narrowed his eyes slightly and joked, "Do you hope that I will commit myself to you?"

Wanyan Qingji nodded honestly, "Okay."

"You have a pretty good idea. I'll wait until you find the person. I had evidence of their crime before, but they destroyed it. But I don't care much about the evidence at the moment. What I care more about is where they are. "

They want to get away with killing people, but An Ting doesn't want them to live in peace.