I set up a shelter organization

Shasheng was a tall woman who stood silently by the side.

As one of the only two women of the same age as her among the elites, she usually doesn't participate in the conversations of that group.

A bunch of crazy people, nothing to talk about.

Fraud: "It seems that the chief summoned us here?"

"Look, even five cadres have arrived."

Five cadres sat at the top, some distance away from them.

Due to the gap in status and strength, they didn't want to get close.

"Something big must have happened, right?"

"This is the first time I've been summoned by the chief, and with so many people."

"But are we the only elites here? It seems the ordinary members didn't come."

The elite members of Jiunan were talking there.

The first place.

The five cadres sat in their seats.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, poverty.

"Your Highness, you seem to have gotten stronger again."

The dead cadre looked at the living cadre sitting in front of him, felt the other's aura, and couldn't help but sigh.

The student cadre nodded slightly: "I have come to some realization recently."

"congratulations."

The sick cadre sat there trembling. "Oh, what should we do? Has something happened? Could it be that the leader can no longer suppress the strangeness? Or, has something happened to one of us?"

"It seems that it's not that great for you all. You must take care of yourselves. Once the disease has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, it can no longer be eradicated, and your life will wither away."

The sick cadre knew something about the organization's past, and what he feared most was a repeat of the same mistakes.

"Here we go again." The impoverished cadre sighed, "Obviously, the most frightening thing in this world is poverty!"

“Having no money is the greatest evil!”

"What a joke! Death is the most terrifying thing. No one is not afraid of death." The dead cadre immediately retorted.

"Huh? But if you get sick but have no money to treat it, you'll eventually die of the disease. If you have no money to buy food, you'll eventually starve to death. If you have no place to live, you'll end up dying tragically on the streets. Obviously, poverty is the most terrifying thing in the world."

The poor cadre retorted unyieldingly.

The sick cadre shrank back, but his expression showed he wasn't convinced: "Disease, disease is the most terrible thing. No matter whether you are rich or poor, if you get a terrible disease, you will eventually die unwillingly."

"I sincerely hope that you all stay healthy, both physically and mentally, and don't go to hell too soon."

The student cadre sighed and looked at his colleagues who would quarrel over a few words whenever they got together.

The old man looked at these young descendants with different personalities with a smile and an expression of tolerance. He was old and didn't want to argue about these things anymore.

Whether it is life or death, poverty, old age or illness, life is a suffering.

These ghost masters use the Five Sufferings as their code name.

It is constantly under the strange erosion and becomes neither human nor ghost.

Even though they are extremely powerful, who else can understand their pain except themselves?

The world only envies their strength, but has no idea what they are enduring behind the scenes.

You must always be vigilant against losing control of yourself, strange backlash, changes in emotions, and the assimilation of your body with the strangeness, which will lead to an increasingly inhuman transformation.

The path of the ghost master is a dead end that can be seen at a glance.

No matter whether the ghost master is powerful or weak, he will eventually die from the strange backlash.

This is the tragedy of the Demon Master.

But they have no choice.