Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 8

This is the first time Qingchuan has had a good night without sleeping.

He sat on the bench, holding his face with one hand, and looked steadily at the flickering oil lamp.

The waiting time was long. Qingchuan rubbed his arms and turned to look out the window. The moonlight outside the window was shining brightly, the silvery glow spread in the yard, and there was a faint sound of insects chirping.

"What time is it?" he asked the system.

"Almost nine o'clock." The system said.

"Really? It's been so long since I stayed up late to practice immortality. I almost forgot that I was most energetic right now." Qingchuan rubbed his face, "Oh, it's really scary to get used to this thing. Before I knew it, it was here. It has been more than three years, and I have almost adapted to life here, but the impact of the environment is terrible."

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

He stood up and cooked himself a bowl of noodles, then made a pot of tea, staring at the clepsydra.

"Although I don't know what your situation is, if you are really worried, just go and have a look." The system advised him.

"We can't go." Qingchuan said, "Have you never seen the plot in the movie and TV series where a passerby who is a scumbag in combat delivers hostages to the battlefield? ... If you don't go, there may be a better ending."

Qingchuan put his fingers together and unconsciously made a praying gesture with his hands clasped together. "He seems to be going to kill someone. Once the murder begins, it rarely ends well. In the end, either he kills someone or someone else kills him." No matter what the ending is, it doesn't seem to be a good one for him."

Time passed little by little, and the sound of the watchman was heard in the distance, knocking again and again. After three updates, the dust has settled.

Sitting in this early spring weather all night, even with a charcoal stove, Qingchuan's body was still very cold, and his lips were trembling. He opened the closet, found a cloak, wrapped himself up, walked to the yard, pushed out the trolley, bought a brand new mat, and took out a quilt.

"What do you want to do?" the system asked.

"Collect his body."

"Are you really going? In fact, there is no need to be so pessimistic. The ending may not be..."

"Haha... since he said it, I will do it. I just think that I do a good deed every day and let him go more comfortably. Ancient people still cared about things like corpse wilderness, right? How can I put it, I have felt it before , that madman seems to be begging for death."

"Want to die?"

"Well, it can be regarded as a talent. I seem to be particularly good at sensing other people's true emotions. I can see all the joys, sorrows and joys at a glance. By the way, I don't think I have told you my story?"

Qingchuan opened the door to the yard and pushed the cart slowly into the dark night. There is a small lantern at the front of the car, red, with a white candle inside, giving off a weak and warm light.

"I used to be a rich second generation born with a silver spoon in my mouth. The full moon gift I received included a villa with a swimming pool. In my memory, my family was once the richest man in the city. We had everything, a happy family and wealth. life, lovely relatives and friends. But life will not always be smooth. Strong people can handle it, but most people are not strong enough. My dad's investment failed and his partner ran away. As a legal representative, he must use his own property To pay off the debt. At that time, except for my mother's pre-marital property, there was nothing left in the family."