Many unjust souls are lost.

The boy thought about it, then walked back to the room, took out the paper and pen, and said in a gentle voice: "But, if you have any unfulfilled wishes or verbal messages, I hope I will give them to your family, please say them...

I don’t have that much magic power, but I can still do it by sending a message.”

The escort was silent, smiled freely, and clasped his fists like a man in the martial arts world:

"Then please ask this young gentleman to tell my wife that I have saved up the money under the bricks and stones on the wall. In the past, I was worried that the unfilial son would hide it because he was too big. He planned to let my son get married and I get married.

The two of them went back to their hometown in the countryside, bought a small yard with a vegetable garden, raised some chickens and ducks, and grew old together, and it seemed that they couldn't do it."

The vendor who was pushing a cart to sell some breakfast said with emotion:

"I have nothing to say, I just told my son not to take advantage of it."

"Only by doing fair business can we support our family members in the future."

Finally, the girl worshiped several times and choked:

"If the young man can go to Zhongzhou Fucheng in the future, please go to Shuili Township, Xiacheng Fucheng, and see my mother..."

"Saying that my daughter is unfilial... I can't see her again."

The boy sat next to the stone table playing the piano and picked up his pen and fell down.

These words fill a whole piece of paper.

It turns out that a person's life and death are just a line of words and a little trace of ink.

Qi Wuhuo stood up and bowed, and said softly:

"My wishes, I..."

He seemed to think that the word "I" was not serious enough and could not make these people trust enough.

The old man seemed to have coughed.

The boy in blue was silent, bowed his hand and replied softly:

"Your wishes."

"I, I'm done."
Chapter completed!