"I...I can't die!" Yang Ni tried his best to hold the wound under the left clavicle with his right hand, but it was still useless. Blood dripped into the snow, burning holes and a few strands of heat rose.

At this time, Yang Ni fell in the snow in the parking lot outside the bank. The Volkswagen car behind him was open with the car door open, and the roof light emitted a dim light. He used his left hand to hold the cold concrete floor and moved forward little by little. The whole piece of his index finger nail turned on, as if he was unconscious. Blood stretched from the driver's seat to under him.

Yang Ni's eyes opened angrily, full of anger and reluctance, stared at the figure running all the way in front of him, and kept making meaningless roars in his mouth.

"That's...that's life-saving money, you...you're back!" Yang Ni used all his strength to roar the last sentence in his life, but the voice was as low as he could hear it.

The black shadow had already run to the middle of the road, and in a few more steps, he could run to the dark alley opposite the road.

At this moment before his death, Yang Ni suddenly realized that all kinds of feelings in his body were unprecedentedly clear and sharp. He could clearly feel that his body was getting colder and stiffer from the inside out, as if it was about to turn into a cold stone in this cold winter night.

In the last second of his life, the image projected onto Yang Niretina was a medium-sized truck that was flying by and hit the black shadow heavily. The black shadow was rolled under the wheels, and the paper bag that was being held in his hand was swung high. Hundreds of bills inside were scattered all over the ground and were blown away by the cold wind.

The body could not move at all, but Yang Ni was still struggling desperately: "I am unwilling to give up. I can't die just like this. If I die, the old man will be helpless..."

"Are you unwilling to give up?" Suddenly, a slightly gloomy but seemingly full of mockery sounded in Yang Ni's mind.

"I'm not willing to give up. The old man is lying on the operating table now. Without me and without this 80,000 yuan, he can't hold on to dawn!" Yang Ni didn't care at all who the owner of the voice was, and where it came from, but was just shouting desperately with his will.

"If I could give you a chance to continue to live, even if it would be even harder and more painful to win this opportunity than to die, would you still agree?" The voice was still full of mockery, but it was a little tempting, like a naughty child talking to a drowning and struggling ant.

"As long as I can survive, I will agree to any conditions and I am willing to do anything!" Yang Ni's parents died since childhood, and it was because of his grandfather's hardship that he had worked hard to raise himself. The two grandfathers and grandchildren depended on each other for their own lives. He suffered a tragic disaster, and the two grandchildren would lose their lives.

"Huh, that's good!" The voice seemed to be relieved when he heard the most satisfactory answer, "The dying man, in the name of my Lord of the Yellow Springs, I extradite you to the dying land, where it is the fairyland of the dead, the nightmare of the living, where there is no good or evil, nor sin or punishment. From now on, you will become my doll, burn all your life to please me!"

Just like falling from a high altitude in my dream, a strong sense of weightlessness came to my face. Yang Ni suddenly opened his eyes, and no matter where the force came from, shouting loudly, "I can't die!", then exerted force from his waist, and he actually sat up!

However, the place where the eyes fell was no longer the parking lot I was in before, there was no snow, no shadows, or even no wounds. The place where I entered my eyes was crowded with people, bright lights, and even the temperature reached more than 30 degrees.

This is a place similar to any commercial pedestrian street that any second- and third-tier cities will have. The roads are clean and spacious. There are a row of double-headed street lights in the center, and a row of two- and three-story shops on both sides. Colorful signboard light boxes are constantly flashing. There are many people in the shops on the road.

However, strangely, there was no laughter or joy in the bustling environment. Everyone had a weak expression. Some of them deliberately lowered their voices and talked in a low voice. Yang Ni's shouting seemed particularly abrupt here, attracting the attention of several passers-by.

Yang Ni looked around with panic, and then stood up suddenly. He first touched the wound under his neck. The entrance was smooth, and there was no trace of any wound.

Before she could think about it, Yang Ni hurriedly lowered her head and took out her cell phone, but was surprised to find that not only was the phone missing, but her clothes had also changed. It was winter, she wore a thick down jacket, but now she was an ordinary pure white short-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body, a pair of shabby blue jeans on her lower body, and a pair of black shoes on her feet. The original mobile phone, wallet, and keys were gone.

"Help me, help me! Lend me my phone and use it. I want to make a call!" Yang Ni hurriedly grabbed a person who walked by, "My grandfather was about to have surgery, and I want to call the hospital!"

The one who was pulled was a short and thin young man who turned his head to look at Yang Ni, with sharp eyes, full of contempt, and a little guard. His shoulders shook slightly and he got rid of Yang Ni's hand that was holding his clothes tightly, and looked around. Seeing that there were a few people looking here, they seemed to be a little worried, so he took a step to the side quietly: "It's so unlucky, I'm just about to enter the venue and let a newcomer get involved." Then he shouted fiercely at Yang Ni, "Get out, someone will come to receive you later." After that, he left without looking back.

Yang Ni was anxious and reached out to pull a young woman in a long skirt passing by. The woman's pink face shook, and a yellow light flashed between her eyebrows. Yang Ni's stretched out hand seemed to hit a piece of glass, and it was always 5-6 cm away from the woman's shoulder, but it was difficult to get in the slightest.

The woman ignored him, frowned slightly and walked away. The invisible glass seemed to move forward with the woman, and an invisible force pushed Yang Ni, who was blocking the way, to the side.

Yang Ni was not giving up, turned around and stopped an old man who looked kind-hearted and looked at him, calming his mind and asked as slow as possible: "Uncle, I have urgent matters at home. Can you borrow your phone to use it?"

When the old man saw someone blocking the road, he was not angry. He just grinned and smiled at Yang Ni. However, he actually spit out a slender tongue more than ten centimeters long from his mouth. The tip was forked, and it gently brushed Yang Ni's face like a snake letter, accompanied by a fishy smell.

Yang Ni was so scared that he took a few steps back, and then he realized that the street he was in was probably a bit unusual.

"Oh, oh, how dare you disturb Mr. Shandao? You think it's not enough to die once, right?" At this moment, an arm appeared without warning and put it on Yang Ni's shoulder.

With this move, Yang Ni not only stopped his retreating steps, but also his whole body was numb and he could not make any moves.

The old man was not upset, but grinned and swept around Yang Ni with his long tongue.

"You always have to be busy in advance. Isn't this a newcomer? I'll teach him a lesson! If you have time, come to the teahouse for a while. Brother Yasha has been looking forward to you for a long time." The man said while letting go of Yang Ni's arm. Yang Ni felt his joints relaxed. He quickly looked back and saw a white and fat middle-aged man who was wearing a greasy suit and a pair of wide old-fashioned glasses on his long narrow eyes.

The fat man said that he was intimate, but he kept standing behind Yang Ni, blocking himself intentionally or unintentionally with Yang Ni's body.

The old man had a smile on his face from beginning to end. After hearing the fat man's words, he even blinked at Yang Ni mischievously, and then slowly walked into a noodle restaurant.

But this blink of an eye doesn't matter, but it makes Yang Ni's hair stand up in an instant: The old man's blink is not like an ordinary person's upper and lower eyelids touch each other, but his right eyelid touches his left eyelid, just like the eyelid of a reptile, not like a human!

"You guy is lucky. You come up and meet this old poisonous snake." The fat man seemed relieved to see the old man leave, and took out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his fat face. Unexpectedly, after just a few words, this man's face was covered with beans of sweat.

Seeing that someone was finally willing to talk to him, Yang Ni hurriedly threw the strange situation behind his head, grabbed the fat man's hands, and asked anxiously: "Can you lend your phone number? I really have something urgent to do!"

"Oh, oh, don't be anxious. Everyone has urgent matters when they first arrived here. After a long time, you will find that time here is the most precious and least precious thing!" The fat man laughed and pulled Yang Ni and sat down on the long wooden chair next to him.

Yang Ni had no intention of wasting time with him here. He explained in a hurry: "This afternoon, the old man... no, my grandfather suddenly had a stroke and was sent to the hospital by his neighbor. After the doctor checked, he said that there was a bleeding point on his brain stem and he had to undergo a craniotomy immediately. The surgery cost was at least 100,000 yuan. I finally borrowed 80,000 yuan from my friend who started a business with me to get the money together and was about to send it to the hospital, but then... and then..."

Yang Ni suddenly remembered what happened a few minutes ago, and his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.

"Then you die, then you will be here, right? I know, I know everything." The fat man said indifferently, as if this was the most common thing.

"Yes, that's it!" Yang Ni reached out and touched the location where the fatal blow was under his neck. Although he knew that there was no wound there, the bone-bone pain seemed to remain on the muscles at that time, and it was a slight pain that jumped and leapt.

The fat man glanced at Yang Ni's neck calmly and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it's because of the botanical nervous system. It's good that you can adapt. Your body is very healthy now."

Seeing that Yang Ni's eyebrows were still showing an impatient look, the fat man patted his knees, took out a wrinkled business card from the inner pocket of the suit, handed it to Yang Ni with both hands, and said in a kind tone: "I will introduce myself first. My surname is Wang, you can call me Manager Wang, and I will be responsible for receiving newcomers on this street. If you meet me, it only means that your luck is really good."

Yang Ni looked at the business card in his hand, with only two lines of words printed on it:

Wang Xiaoshe
Chapter completed!