Chapter 1 The Gloomy Director
Su Qingyu died in a car accident in the evening of late summer.
The feeling of death was as expected and not pleasant.
It is said that when a person dies, images of his life flash back in his mind. Perhaps the past twenty-five years have been so exciting. There are too many pictures in Su Qingyu's mind. They are squeezing and swollen, giving Su Qingyu a splitting headache.
I don't know if he was a little dizzy because of the headache, but Su Qingyu felt that some of the scenes were not what he had experienced in this life.
As he tried to capture the images amid the shrill honking of car horns and the cacophony of voices, the pain intensified, shooting from his head to the fingers of his right hand.
Su Qingyu half-knelt on the ground, her fingers trembling on the cement road, not stained by any dust left by the vehicles.
His fingers never hurt, maybe because the phalanges were broken in the car accident, and the pain made his wrists tremble.
A pale, slender hand fell there, and all the pain and chaos disappeared.
Su Qingyu stared at that hand for a moment, then was helped by that hand to stand up.
After he stood firm, he immediately retracted his hand.
Su Qingyu followed the hand and saw the two men standing in front of him.
The face of the man who helped him up was as pale as his hands, covered with an imperceptible layer of cold air.
He was dressed in white, free from smoke and dust, and had written all over his body that no strangers should approach him.
The man next to him, in contrast to him, wore a black trench coat and black trousers, enveloped in the gloomy darkness. When Su Qingyu looked over, he raised his eyebrows and showed a bright smile.
The man in white didn't look up at him. He stood in front of him with his back to the Han River Bridge, looking down at the book in his hand without saying anything.
It was the man in black who spoke, who seemed to be cooperating with the movements of the man in white, with full tacit understanding, "Su Qingyu?"
Su Qingyu subconsciously said "Hmm", and when he calmed down, he realized that something was wrong at this moment.
His body is intact but not realistic.
It shouldn't be like this, he should be in that wrecked car right now.
The scene just now is still clear in my mind.
The Han River Viaduct in Jinzhou is located above the Han River. It is connected by three bifurcated roads with steep curves. It is a place prone to traffic accidents. Before getting off the viaduct, Su Qingyu also saw the reminder to drive carefully on the road sign.
He is occasionally stupid and often crazy, but he will never be careless in such matters.
When he got off the viaduct, he obeyed the traffic rules and drove his car very steadily, but another Land Rover directly hit him.
On the downhill road of the viaduct, you can imagine how tragic it was.
He subconsciously looked back.
"Don't look."
The person speaking was the man in white who pulled him up.
He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and there was a slight hoarseness in his cold voice. It was not a commanding tone, but these two words went straight to the heart of people's hearts, stopping Su Qingyu's subconscious movements.
Su Qingyu didn't look back. He looked down at his fingers that were still clean after rubbing on the ground, and clearly realized that he was not in his body.
he died.
There was a rootless emotion in my heart, and I couldn't tell whether it was regret or sadness.
This emotion was not deep and long-lasting, it was light and was quickly suppressed by a bizarre yet reasonable guess that suddenly popped up in my brain.
He looked up at the two people in front of him, one black and one white, "You guys?"
"Yes, we are black and white." Hei Wuchang said with a smile.
Su Qingyu: "..."
He looked at the two people in front of him again. Different from the images in traditional film and television dramas, the black and white Wu Chang in front of him was not wearing a black and white robe and a black and white hat, but a modern and simple black and white clothes.
"Now that so many people are dying every day, Black and White Wuchang still has to come to seduce their souls in person? Are you busy enough?"
It is true that Hei Wuchang has rarely come out to pick up the souls of the dead in recent years, but he has picked up countless souls. Su Qingyu is the person he has seen who accepts his own death most easily.
At this time, he didn't plead, question, or cry. He didn't mention anything related to his own death. Instead, he asked about them.
Perhaps out of admiration and curiosity, Hei Wuchang answered his question in a gentle manner.
"Your Highness Wu Chang has millions of Wu Chang." Hei Wu Chang looked at him and said, "Besides, you are different."
When Su Qingyu spoke to them, the noisy and sharp sounds around them disappeared, and they seemed to be in another space.
After Hei Wuchang finished speaking, there was no sound in the space, and there was a brief silence.
Bai Wuchang was still looking through the book in his hand, which might be his life, without looking at him.
Hei Wuchang's words stopped here.
Su Qingyu stared at Bai Wuchang's notebook for a few seconds, and was about to ask him what was different when a soft and timid voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
Like a timid child who was called upon by the teacher to read the text in class, he was strict and at the same time, his voice was trembling with nervousness: [Hello, I am Fengdu System 527, affiliated to the scumbag transformation system branch. 】
[Every world has scumbags that make people hate them. As long as you can make enough scumbags repent, you can return to the real world and wake up from the hospital bed. 】
[Are you willing to bind me? 】
Along with its words, a binding contract was transmitted to Su Qingyu's mind. The details were listed one by one, including how many tasks he needed to complete and how much merit he needed to accumulate before he could regain his life.
Su Qingyu: "..."
So he is different here?
Use a scumbag against a scumbag?
Su Qingyu has read time travel novels, including fast travel and time travel, etc., and he knows what the system is.
But the system and the underworld are black and white?
Where is this? Eight poles cannot be hit together.
The only thing they have in common is that they all go against science.
As an actor, Su Qingyu was speechless and confused, and his face didn't show it at all. Bai Wuchang looked up from his notebook, but seemed to see his doubts.
"The underworld is in charge of the reincarnation of life and death in the six realms and the reincarnation of cause and effect. The underworld also has to control some systems that affect the reincarnation of cause and effect for different people."
Su Qingyu: "..."
It actually makes sense.
Hei Wuchang smiled and said: "The underworld has cracked down on many illegal systems in the past few years. The formal system must be registered with the underworld. The person who comes to you is a member of the Fengdu system. The Fengdu system belongs to the underworld itself. Well, according to the parlance of your world, Should it be said that it is the official direct line system of the underworld?"
Su Qingyu: "..."
Hei Wuchang continued: "Are you willing to be bound to the Fengdu system? If you are willing, after completing the task, you can return to this world and live again."
Su Qingyu read many contracts with the lawyer, and quickly scanned this binding contract stamped with the official seal of Fengdu Prefecture, and asked: "What if you don't want to?"
Hei Wuchang leaned back out of thin air: "Then I'm sorry to inform you that you are dead. You died in a car accident. We will take you back to the underworld."
Su Qingyu: "It sounds like doing the task is quite tiring. I'd better die. This world has already been enough, so why not experience the next life?"
"..."
Hei Wuchang stood up straight, and a small book appeared in his hand. He flipped through it and said, "You have not accumulated any moral virtues in this life. You have to work in the underworld for several years before you can be reincarnated. Your next life will not be a prosperous and smooth life." , may be ugly, may be poor.”
Su Qingyu: "It's troublesome to be too good-looking, and it's troublesome to be too rich."
Hei Wuchang: "..."
Is this what people say? People's words are indeed not very pleasant to listen to.
The three ghosts didn't speak when they were reunited, and the atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.
After a few seconds, Hei Wuchang persuaded seriously: "You are indeed the talent that the Zha Gong system needs. Instead of being reincarnated as an ordinary person and living a dull life, why don't you experience a more exciting and different life? This is what you do as an actor. The reason."
Hei Wuchang is really good at persuading.
Su Qingyu thought this way and said: "I become an actor for money and to enjoy the feeling of being followed by thousands of people."
Hei Wuchang glanced at Bai Wuchang, who seemed not to care, and persuaded him hard: "There is really a wonderful world that you didn't expect, and you can accumulate merit. Merit is a good thing."
Su Qingyu looked at him quietly. In his soul state, his figure was light, his long eyelashes were raised by the wind, and his eyes were light, as if he didn't value anything.
Bai Wuchang didn't say anything. He kept flipping through the book in his hand, seeming to be very interested in Su Qingyu's life.
Hei Wuchang's cheeks bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who makes me rush to make meritorious deeds? If you agree, I will give you a novice gift package that other hosts will never have."
A bottle appeared in his hand, "On my birthday, I went to Mrs. Meng's house to ask for it. As a normal human being, you will never get this thing no matter how many reincarnations you have."
It was a transparent, slender wine bottle. The body of the bottle was transparent, and the liquid inside was also transparent. It swayed slightly in a steady hand.
"How old was your birthday?" Su Qingyu asked, staring at the bottle.
Hei Wuchang: "600 years old."
Su Qingyu: "."
Sixty years old in the mortal world is a birthday worthy of celebration, but for ghosts, six hundred years old is also considered.
If Hei Wuchang didn't lie to him, the thing he got for his 600th birthday should be really good.
Su Qingyu stretched out his hand and said, "Deal."
When he first heard about the scumbag system, he wanted to agree.
Hei Wuchang is right. He wants to experience life in a different wonderful world. He is very interested in this task. Moreover, he has worked hard to reach his current position in this life and is not willing to give up easily.
After Su Qingyu agreed, Hei Wuchang didn't give up. He put the bottle in Su Qingyu's hand and said to him gently: "In the future mission world, drink a little when you are unhappy."
He didn't mention anything else about its efficacy.
Just as Su Qingyu was about to ask, the soft voice of the system sounded in his mind again.
[Binding successful, ready to enter the first world. 】
The bottle was placed in his hand, which was considered an agreement.
He is about to leave this world.
In the evening of late summer, the evening breeze coming out of the river brought with it the humidity of summer and the coolness of early autumn, wrapped in the light fresh water smell of this city that Su Qingyu was familiar with.
The noise of people sounded in my ears again. The only thing that could be heard clearly in the noise was his name, which was shouted by many people.
It was raining and the humidity was getting heavier and heavier.
When he was about to leave this world, Su Qingyu wanted to look back and see what kind of impact he had suffered.
He found that it was harder than he thought to look back at his own death, so he moved a few seconds slower. When he turned around, the rain dripping on his body had disappeared.
In front of him was the white umbrella rim, and the rainwater dripped down the silver umbrella ribs, converging on the blood flowing on the ground.
Bai Wuchang is taller than Su Qingyu, so he naturally covers Su Qingyu when he holds the umbrella, "Have a good trip."
Su Qingyu's body became lighter and lighter, and it was obvious that he was about to leave. He suddenly bent his eyes and smiled, moved closer to the center of the umbrella, and faced Bai Wuchang: "Didn't I say that Bai Wuchang is smiling? Why don't you smile?"
When the soul leaves the body, it will be affected by the body to some extent. When he was about to leave, his soul was as weak as misty mist, as if he couldn't bear the damp wind.
When he smiles, his soul is solid and dazzling like light shining through the fog.
Everyone knows that Su Qingyu is an actor. No one is more famous or black than him. He has caused a bloody storm in the entertainment industry. CP can open a harem.
Such a person, first of all, has a natural appearance and is very capable of humiliating people.
But he seemed to have been restrained before, and now he unlocked the seal and sealed them again.
When the person disappeared, Hei Wuchang let out a "tsk" sound and said with emotion: "What can we do?"