Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

"Bang!" He Muyong's head hit the ground, splitting open, and blood quickly spread from under his head. His eyes were wide open, and after shaking a few times, he stopped moving.

The incident happened very suddenly. Ding Yi, who was walking behind, seemed to be frightened. His body tilted and he fell to the ground with a pale face.

All of this makes sense.

Wang Dahai rushed forward and shook He Muyong, "Brother He, wake up, wake up!"

A homicide occurred, and everyone in the office rushed out. Some called 120, and some came out to check the crime scene. Someone helped Ding Yi up and comforted her not to be afraid. Ding Yi responded with a pale face and slowly sat down on the steps at the side.

Wang Dahai was also pulled away, and because he refused to let go, he was beaten up.

"Don't shake him, do you want him to die faster?"

At this time, He Muyong was no longer breathing and was taken to the hospital, but he could not be resuscitated. It was determined that he was elderly and accidentally fell, suffered a skull injury, and died on the spot.

Ding Yi pretended to be frightened and rested for a night in a hotel in the town.

He Muyong is a lonely man with no relatives or friends. The village he lives in is similar to the village where the Wang family lives, with only a few lonely elderly people in the village.

Naturally, his funeral could not be arranged.

Wang Dahai was still calling his brother "Big Brother" one moment, but when he found out that He Muyong was dead and there was no suspicion against him, he didn't care about Ding Yi and just ran home.

Looking at the maroon household registration book in her hand, Ding Yi laughed silently in the hotel. She wanted to laugh out loud, but unfortunately the hotel had poor sound insulation. In order to prevent others from misunderstanding her as a crazy woman, she had to hold it in.

Yaoyao complained quietly, "Well, the energy I worked so hard to get has been used up again, and my body has been damaged. Is it worth it?"

Ding Yi coughed violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. "It's worth it. In a society ruled by law, we must abide by the law."

"Then why are you still beating up the Wang family?"

"Family conflict, no one died."

Yaoyao said weakly, "You are the only one who is quibbling. You don't plan to go back? You are just going to let the Wang family go? No one will stand up for Wang Yuxin later."

Stopping his cough, Ding Yi smiled and said, "How is that possible? I'm leaving. Don't worry, the Wang family will suffer in pain until they die. That's what they owe me."

Stretching and pulling at his internal injuries, Ding Yi was in a good mood, with a smile on his face, "I didn't get to go out and play last time, this time, I must go and take a good look."

"It's up to you." Then Yaoyao stopped talking. He Muyong's death was simple, but the price they paid was not small. The energy they had stored with great difficulty was consumed. Ding Yi's soul was also pulled and he almost left his body and followed him.

After Wang Dahai returned home, he did not come to see Ding Yi. Ding Yi recuperated for a week, obtained an expedited ID card, and boarded a train heading south.

There are only a few months left before the original body's death, and the time in between is all hers.

Ding Yi had a lot of fun, and while having fun, she also made some money to leave for Wang Yuxin who was about to return. She didn't care about the rest, and Wang Yuxin had to figure out the car and house herself. She wanted to travel all over the country, but after a few months, she didn't expect to leave a single province.

There are so many temptations. After strolling in one alley, you want to continue strolling in another alley. You might even send some criminals to the police station in exchange for your daily necessities.

Ding Yi was so happy that she didn't want to leave. More than half a year passed, and one day, she realized that something was wrong.

"Yaoyao, Yaoyao, wake up, I have something to ask."

Yaoyao replied weakly, "Speak."

Ding Yi curled her lips, thinking that she had a bad temper. Never mind, considering that she had helped so much, she would be magnanimous and not care about Yaoyao's rudeness.

"Wang Yuxin's death point has passed, why hasn't she come back yet?"

"She didn't want to come back."

Yaoyao unilaterally closed the communication and let Ding Yi call her. She was very tolerant and her reaction time was long enough to remember it only now.

Ding Yi was stunned, shocked and at a loss. Her mission, was it a mission? It was her life.

"Yaoyao, what should I do? Is it too late to commit suicide now?"

No response for a long time.

Ding Yi was dejected, and nothing she ate tasted good. Isn't this just a waste of time? Her life hasn't been saved yet, but she's trying to make someone else's life complete first.

I want to cry without tears.

The original body was unwilling to come back, so Ding Yi could only continue to live with this shell. She was only eighteen years old, and she didn't know how many years it would take for her to die of old age.

To survive in this world, Ding Yi needs to re-plan her life, work, etc. She still has more than 100,000 yuan left, which is enough for her current life, but what about the future?

To live in this world, you need a house. If you have a house, you also need a car. Where do you get a house and a car? Money comes; where does the money come from?

Ding Yi was in a dilemma. It was difficult for Wang Yuxin, who had nothing, to even drive screws into the factory. After all, to work in a factory, one must at least have an elementary school education or a junior high school education.

She has nothing.

Ding Yi thought of correspondence courses, planning to get his degree first, and then find a job and live a life of idleness and waiting for death.

When she called to consult, the person at the counter immediately responded in a bad tone when he heard that she had never read a book in a day. "Little sister, are you kidding me? Our correspondence institution does not include nine years of compulsory education."

Ding Yi heard people on the other side complaining that these days there are still children who have not received nine years of compulsory education. They have poor performance, but they cannot be teased like this. It is too difficult to get away with it.

After hanging up the phone, I had repeated failures in finding a job. I finally found a job as a waiter, but I didn't expect the pay was low and the work was long. All the jobs that were a little more leisurely required academic qualifications.

Passing by a construction site, Ding Yi wanted to give it a try. She didn't have academic qualifications, but she had strength. She saw that the wages of those workers were quite good. Unexpectedly, she was kicked out by the foreman as soon as she went in to explain the reason.

"Get lost, you are here to tease me, right? Look at the people working inside, they are either men or women, there are not even any young men. What are you doing here, a delicate girl? Who will be held responsible if something happens? I say, little girl, this is not a place to experience life. If you want to experience life, go somewhere else and have fun. Don't bother me, leave now, or I'll let the dogs bite you."

Ding Yi waved his fist at the two sleek, grinning dogs and left with an unwilling look on his face.

After several months of feeding, the original body finally looked a bit human, like a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Ding Yi was very worried about not being able to find a job. She finally felt a sense of urgency. Nowadays, if you want to be rich and have money visible, you have to have a job as a cover, otherwise it will be difficult to explain.

She can still think of a way to get the money, but what about the job?

No one wanted her for jobs that didn't require a degree, thinking she was a young girl who was just here to have fun and who might run away at any time, so they would have to hire someone new.

"e=(′o｀*))) Alas~~~" One hundred and eighty sighs