Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

After Shen Mo completely disappeared from his sight, Mo Ci stood there for a long time before beginning to look around this strange space.

Just now his attention was almost all on Shen Mo. Now Mo Ci picked up the spherical object he got from Ye Yunyi.

The ball is half the size of a palm, and is blue-green in color, as if something is flowing inside.

Mo Ci thought of what Shen Mo had just said, and reached out to crush the ball. In an instant, the things inside the ball took on the shape of threads and then wrapped around Mo Ci.

Mo Ci clearly felt that something was being sucked in by him. This feeling was very strange, just like the feeling brought by every breakthrough.

After a while, Mo Ci raised his hand and looked at it, but didn't see anything special. Thinking about it, it was not something that could be done overnight, so he simply walked towards where Shen Mo had just sat.

This space seemed to be very large, but Mo Ci tried and found that the area he was in was shrouded by an invisible object.

The actual space is only as big as an ordinary single room. As for everything outside, it is hidden in the fog and cannot be seen clearly.

After Mo Ci sat down, he looked directly at the retro copper bell in front of him. The copper bell didn't look like anything special.

He shifted his gaze elsewhere, then reached out and tried to fiddle with the copper bell like Shen Mo did.

However, although he plucked the bell, no sound came out.

this... ...

Mo Ci frowned in confusion, looked around, and reached out to fiddle with the copper bell, but it was still the same, no sound came out.

There was no choice but to stop and start thinking about why the bell didn't ring.

He clearly remembered that Shen Mo just plucked the copper bell, and the copper bell rang. Then, Ye Yunyi also appeared in this space.

Does he have to complete the task before he can make the bell ring?

But how was he supposed to enter the mission? Just wait?

But didn’t Shen Mo say that he could refuse other people’s task requests? What’s going on now?

Just as he was thinking about it, the copper bell that no one had rang made a low sound, pulling Mo Ci's thoughts back.

Mo Ci looked at the copper bell that made the sound, frowned slightly, and the next second, a person appeared in front of him.

When Mo Ci saw the person coming, his body subconsciously became tense and alert, but his face remained calm.

The person who came was wearing modern clothes. He seemed to be wearing simple pajamas and was looking at Mo Ci with a confused expression.

After a while, he seemed to react and said to Mo Ci, "You are the one who can fulfill the wishes of those who died unjustly, Divine Lord."

God?

Mo Ci frowned. He didn't know what a god was, but there must be a reason why the other party said that.

Mo Ci didn't say anything, and the other party didn't seem to need Mo Ci's answer. He just stared blankly for a moment, then sat up straight and started talking about his own things.

"My Lord, my name is Qian Fugui. I'm a porter with some strength. Although my name is Fugui, I have never been rich in my life."

"As a result, my wife and son haven't had a good life. They've suffered with me. I even... I didn't even have money to treat my wife's illness. She died at home. I regret it so much."

"If I had known, if I had known, I shouldn't have married her. I wouldn't have let her accompany me through these hard times, and I wouldn't have let her..."

Mo Ci listened to the other person's crying without any expression on his face. He just looked at him and thought distractedly.

Does he have to listen to these people's complaints before he can start his mission? This doesn't seem as good as before.

Not only was it a waste of time, but it also made him feel helpless.

After all, he is not the other person, so he cannot empathize with the other person's suffering. He cannot do anything even if he listens, so it is better not to listen.

So Mo Ci simply interrupted the other person and said, "Just tell me your wish."

Qian Fugui was stunned for a moment while crying, and then it was as if his soul had left his body. It took him a while to collect himself, and he turned to look at Mo Ci with an earnest expression.

"My Lord, I hope I can live longer, protect my son, and let him grow up smoothly. That will be enough."

"I'm useless. I can't protect my wife, so I can't protect my son, right?"

"Lord God, you are extremely powerful. Please, please, please protect my son."

Mo Ci listened to his emphasis, "Protect my son." It seemed that this man was obsessed with his son, and he didn't know how old his son was.

Mo Ci didn't want to continue listening, but...

Forget it, I'd better listen more so that I won't be too late to react when the time comes, so Mo Ci said.

"You have to explain the situation clearly so that I can determine how to help you. After all, I will be just an ordinary person at that time."

Qian Fugui obviously knew all this, but he didn't want to talk about it anymore. He felt tired of always opening up old wounds, so he simply gave his memories to Mo Ci.

This time, Mo Ci only needed to watch, and he didn't have to possess someone else's memory without any warning in the mission world like before.

 …

Qian Fugui was born in a remote village where everything was backward, even learning was lacking.

Moreover, for the people in that place, reading for a day is not as good as going up the mountain to chop firewood for a day.

After all, you won’t see any benefits from reading for a day, but you can see the benefits of chopping wood for a day.

It was probably because of this kind of thinking that Qian Fugui didn't care so much about studying. He often worked hard for two days and rested for three days. In the end, he simply became tired of studying and stopped studying.

However, as he grew older, there was a trend of going out to work. Qian Fugui also caught up with this trend and left his home with full of expectations.

However, after going out, Qian Fugui realized how irrational his laziness was.

He didn't know many words and couldn't write many words. Because of this, he was cheated many times and finally became a taciturn porter.

Later, he met his wife, who was also a person of little education. Their meeting was very ordinary, and they just started living together.

Those days were not bad for Qian Fugui, and could even be said to be very good.

Although they didn't make much money, fortunately the couple supported each other, lived in harmony, and later had children.

If his wife hadn't suddenly fallen ill, Qian Fugui might have thought that life like this was not bad.

But his wife's illness came suddenly, leaving him no time to react, and he had no money. How could he treat the illness without money?

He thought about borrowing money and taking out a loan to cure the patient.

But no one was willing to lend him money, and even taking out a loan was not an option, so he was at his wit's end.

The wife also knew the situation at home. In order not to add burden to them and their son, she suffocated herself to death at home.

At that time, Qian Fugui felt powerless for the first time, and also felt disgusted with himself for the first time.

If it weren't for his son, he would have died long ago.