Quick Transmigration: Take on Scheming Boss

After returning to the system space, Su Yao sat on his chair in a dazed face. He looked up and looked not far away, where he did not know when a round of sun appeared.

The sun was very warm, but it did not shine into Su Yao's heart.

He put his hand on his heart and thought of what Shen Yanbai had said to himself before he died. Tears rolled down his eyes and fell to the ground along his cheek.

Tangyuan didn't know what to say, and he knew that whatever he said didn't work. He just stayed quietly and looked at him.

After a long time, Su Yao raised his head and asked, "can I see him again?"

This sentence seems to be asking Tangyuan, also seems to be asking oneself.

Tang Yuan knew who the man was and his real identity. He knew that Su Yao's mission in every world was the embodiment of that person.

But it can't tell the truth yet. It's not until then. At least it's only after su Yao has finished half of his task

Tangyuan said "sorry" in his heart, and then said, "host, I don't know about this problem, but everyone will reincarnate after death. Maybe you can meet his reincarnation in the later mission world."

Listening to this, Su Yao seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw. His eyes began to twinkle, "really?"

"It's true. You'll meet him again."

"That's good. That's good."

Tears fell from his eyes again. Su Yao reached out to wipe away the tears and showed a firm expression, "Tangyuan, let's go to the next mission world."

Wait for me, I will find you again.

"Good."

[Ding, transmitting the next mission world 】

……

The heavy rain, the patter of rain mixed with the wind, whistling, lightning and thunder, an ancient castle suddenly reflected in the eyes, the teeth of the withered trees stand, deep and dark.

The road in the woods is muddy and rugged, full of the smell of rotten leaves. From time to time, a few Nightingale bleats, crows flutter their wings and rattle by, and a figure stumbles into the forbidden area. His slightly emaciated figure looms under the thunder light, just like a soul in the land of death, emerging the dark light of life dissipation.

"Zhi --"

when the door of the castle was pushed open, he shivered with his arms in his arms. He carefully looked at the dark hall and saw that old devices were scattered on the ground, the table and balcony were covered with dust, and an exquisite coffin was placed in the center of the hall.

Suddenly, another flash of lightning came down.

The whole castle seemed to be illuminated. Bats lurking in the castle were startled and flew out of the half opened door.

The young man clearly saw that the coffin was full of roses, the color was like blood, and the red was strange.

As if he had lost his soul, he walked towards the coffin and touched one of the roses.

Fingers were punctured instantly, blood from the wound, from the rose dripping to the coffin.

The pattern engraved on the coffin suddenly lit up, but the light fell slightly, and the boy didn't see it.

He drew back his hand, put the injured finger in his mouth for a moment, then turned to close the door.

After looking at the coffin, the boy went to a corner and sat down. He hugged himself and buried his head on his knee.

The body kept shaking, as if in silent crying, as if in fear of something.

However, the truth is