Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

As the spiritual leader of the Shenliu team, Zhou Leng has witnessed the growth of the new generation and the death of the old generation.

Death is a permanent separation. From now on, this person's voice, appearance and smile will only exist in memories, and even then they will slowly fade away in memories, leaving only sporadic images to express one's longing.

After Ye Chaoqiu and Fang Zhen passed away one after another, Zhou Leng's mission was considered completed. She refined the willow tree's body and turned it back into a branch. Fang Jiaqi dripped blood on the branch and recognized it as his master, making it his life-saving weapon. It was also a life-saving weapon left for this close brother.

When she left, someone saw her off. She had seen too many beautiful things and people in this life, so she didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. Fortunately, she lived long enough, and now only Wang Zheng and her younger brother were there to see her off.

He was still a child when we first met, but now with gray hair on his temples, Wang Zheng still looks like a 20-year-old boy.

"Are you leaving?"

Zhou Leng nodded.

Fang Jiaqi, who is now middle-aged, still cries in front of his sister, although he looks like his sister's uncle now. After all, Zhou Leng in his soul state has always looked like a teenager.

Parting without reunion is the most heartbreaking. Fang Jiaqi's crying made Wang Zheng's eyes even sadder. He looked at the figure almost greedily. He used his supernatural powers to maintain the appearance of being in his twenties just to be closer to An An.

Love? Maybe!

"Will you die?" Wang Zheng asked.

Fang Jiaqi wiped his tears and looked at his sister.

Zhou Leng didn't say anything, and Fang Jiaqi cried even louder. However, Wang Zheng saw the calmness in those eyes, a calmness that would not lead to death, and he felt a little comforted.

The soul dissipated in the air, and the only sound in the house was Fang Jiaqi's heart-wrenching cry.

Wang Zheng took out a puppet from his pocket. It was the image of Fang Jiaan. He stroked it gently with his hand. No matter where she went, as long as she was still alive, it would be fine. She was so powerful, she should at least live longer than himself.

***

After Zhou Leng returned to the workshop, the bitterness and reluctance in her heart slowly faded away. The stored emotions made her return to her original state, but now she was no longer as indifferent to others as before.

Xiao Ding floated in the corner obediently. Now he finally knew how to cater to his master and build a good system. As an independent entity with thoughts, he tried to comfort him:

"Xiao Leng, how about we look at the next task? Maybe the next task is very simple and fun. And what if you can use my universal mall in the next task? We only belong here, don't be sad."

Zhou Leng turned her head to look at it, and after she waved, the other party landed on her shoulder. Although the process of getting along was not pleasant, the long-term companionship made her like Xiao Ding a lot more. Although the other party was still a waste, she decided to look at the next task.

Client’s name: Yan Xiaosong.

Client's gender: Male.

Occupation before death: Infantryman.

Cause of death: illness.

Age at death: 95.

The client's wish: I am the only one who survived in the entire company. It was the company commander who taught me how to fight on the battlefield and protected me so that I could survive. I am lucky to have lived to a prosperous age. I only hope that the company commander can see the country today and let him convey the heroic spirits of his comrades. Xiao Songzi lived to the establishment of the new country and to a prosperous age.

Zhou Leng felt the strange mark on her soul and Xiao Ding's possession, so she turned around and plunged into the passage.

When Zhou Leng was floating in the air, she realized that the client Yan Xiaosong was dead, which meant that she had no body to possess, but had become a ghost.

If someone had opened his Yin-Yang eyes, he would be able to see an illusory figure floating above the coffin. Her black hair was tied up with a branch behind her head, and she was wearing a linen dress. She looked at the crying people with a confused look in her eyes.

"Master, are you going to use me for this mission? The client has just passed away and has no body to attach to. The mission target has also been dead for decades. How can you complete the mission? Just a little bit of points, a little bit of points and you can easily complete the mission."

Xiao Ding is really good at taking advantage of every opportunity.

Zhou Leng clicked on the screen that Xiao Ding brought to her. She stared at the small things that required a lot of points to complete. She asked in confusion:

“Does anyone really spend money in your points mall?”

Xiao Ding nodded affirmatively and said:

"Mo Lin spent a lot. She is now lying down and doesn't like to use her brain. She is very generous with things that can be solved by spending points."

Zhou Leng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Has she paid off her mortgage?"

Xiao Ding said excitedly as if he had paid off the debt himself:

"Isn't there that Butterfly? He's rich. Because his seven sons were fostered in Momo's house, Momo took a lot of money from them. Oh, it's better for him to be a landlady."

Zhou Leng's mouth corners widened, and her eyes curved in a rare smile. Then she found a small prop that only cost one point, and she clicked to buy it.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm open."

Xiao Ding couldn't help but fly out from the mark and flew around Zhou Leng's head in circles.

Zhou Leng looked at the talisman in her hand. One point was still a good deal. She didn't have to waste her soul power. It seemed that she could often go to the mall to pick up bargains in the future.

***

The night was very quiet, with only occasional conversations and hoarse cries being heard in the mourning hall.

Lying in the coffin was the client Yan Xiaosong, and his descendants were keeping vigil. One of the boys lowered his head and sobbed quietly, while the man beside him kept comforting him.

Zhou Leng originally wanted to forcibly jump into the body of a dead person, but after looking at his family, he decided to give up. After all, the target of the mission had nothing to do with this family, so he just let the deceased rest in peace.

At midnight, the moon is high in the sky.

Zhou Leng flew out of the window and landed on the tallest building in the city. The sky was filled with dim starlight and a bright moon half blocked by clouds. When he looked down again, he found the talisman he had exchanged for one point in his hand - a soul-summoning talisman.

The low incantation dissipated with the wind in the silent night. After about half an hour, a figure slowly gathered beside Zhou Leng.

This is a strange combination. On the rooftop in such a dark night, there is a woman in ancient costume wearing green linen clothes, about twenty years old, and a young man in tattered military uniform, a military cap and straw sandals.

The young man had a pale and bloodstained face, small eyes and a small face, a high nose bridge, and a determined and sharp gaze. His clothes were stained with blood. He looked around in shock and confusion, then stared at the only human here.

Zhou Leng waved her hand and cast a spell to cover the wound, restoring the youth's cleanliness and neatness. She asked:

"Excuse me, are you Wang Keshan? You were 21 years old when you died? And do you know Yan Xiaosong?"

The man didn't answer.