The place where No. 9 was found was in a wooden house in the forest. No. 9 could no longer maintain his human form and was just a gray mist that seemed to dissipate at any time.

The soil in the forest was soaked, as if it had been after a heavy rain. If you stepped on it easily, you would be covered in mud.

Many trees fell down, some uprooted.

It's still raining, moderately heavy.

It's like a dilapidated tomb here.

Youye opened a black umbrella to protect Luo Qiu from the moderate rain.

He and her then walked into the wooden house. He looked at the fog in front of him, which seemed to be trying hard to gather, but it was like the sand that had dispersed in the water and had lost its stickiness.

"His strength and even physical strength are almost exhausted. What is he doing?"

She knows that the black soul messenger's state is like a lamp that has run out of oil - of course, even if the black soul messenger dies, he can still come back through the life lamp.

Luo Qiu built a map from the ground. It was just below the mist. There was a red mark on the opened map.

This mark can move, and every time it moves, it is Luo Qiu's instruction.

In a moment of thought, the mist that was difficult to gather condensed little by little... The boss's thoughts were supposed to disperse inadvertently, leaving only the life lamp and the dark soul messenger sealed in the Ark of the Covenant, and got the chance to reunite.

Chance.

The rain is falling from the broken roof, and the chill is strong. Just looking at it can make people long for a stove or a pile of firewood.

In fact, it didn't take much time for No. 9 to return to its original state.

He gradually opened his eyes... There was not much difference from Luo Qiu's memory. No. 9 seemed quite calm. Each Black Soul Messenger has a different personality.

Taiyinzi is good at flattery, while No. 18 is a watchful type. Dazhe is a type who can be reckless to the end but has rough and fine points. Nero is actually a bit of a demon king, but he cherishes it more than anyone else.

own survival issues.

No. 9 is one of the first black souls Luo Qiu came into contact with. After all, he, like You Ye, can be regarded as the legacy left by his predecessor.

A bit dull, but obviously a pragmatic type... Luo Qiu has not been in contact with No. 9 for a long time. At first, he just thought that he would quietly complete his duties.

By carefully studying the past ledgers, you will find that No. 9 has not been a messenger for a long time. Compared with the existing black souls who have been active for hundreds or even more than a thousand years, but are still on vacation or sleeping, or on long-term missions.

, obviously too 'young'.

But he has many achievements... But as a black soul messenger, he not only does not appear to be strong, but can also be described as weak, because since he became a black soul messenger, every performance he has achieved has been used in

somewhere else - according to a certain wish he had before becoming the Dark Soul Messenger.

…

"Let's make a fire."

In the dilapidated wooden house, after waking up again, No. 9 maintained a silent posture... Luo Qiu could hardly see anything like fear or panic in his eyes.

It was still raining outside the house, and the rain fell like a curtain of water on the roof above the center of the house. The place where the fire was lit was in a corner of the house, which was still a complete place.

By the light of the fire, Luo Qiu looked at the red cursor on the map - obviously, if he checked the location of the red cursor on the map, he would find that the place he was at at this time was still some distance away.

Apparently he just stopped here and failed to complete the 'task' that Luo Qiu had previously ordered - to follow the red cursor and pass through these places on the map.

In fact, he looks relatively young, probably around thirty years old... It seems that this is what he looked like before he became the Dark Soul Messenger.

Wearing an old black tunic suit, he is the type who looks like his hair has been washed white.

"No. 9, why did you consume so much power?" The maid finally asked as she was in charge of the Black Soul Messenger.

No. 9 looked at the firewood, raised his head at this time, and said quietly: "The river in front has swollen. It has been raining heavily these days, and some of the dams on it have burst. I blocked the flood."

The maid said calmly: "But I have not received any reports of similar transactions... Is this your private behavior?"

"Yes." No. 9 nodded calmly.

The maid subconsciously looked at her master, then frowned slightly and said: "No. 9, you should know that although the master will not interfere with the messenger's actions, he also gives you a lot of freedom... but you are also obliged to maintain your own safety.

.Your power is almost exhausted. You may have to return to the Ark to reshape your body, which will consume the master's power... As a black soul messenger, you have not created value for the master, and even harmed the master. You know

What are you doing?"

The tone was a little harsh. This was the first time Luo Qiu saw You Ye looking a little angry... I think No. 9's behavior had really hit the bottom line of her management - without the purpose of trading, for personal gain

The power is almost exhausted due to the purpose, and then needs to consume the master's power to replenish it.

Luo Qiu waved his hand, telling the maid to stop what she was going to say... He knew very well that most of the time, Youye valued the consumption and increase of his own lifespan more than he did.

"Owner……"

Luo Qiu shook his head slightly, then broke off a branch and threw it into the firewood. The branch was wet, but the fire was strong, and soon the water vapor was baked out, making a squeaking sound at the cut place.

"Actually, I haven't had a good chat with you all this time." Luo Qiu smiled and said, "I think a boss like me would probably fail."

No. 9 was startled, a little surprised... He shook his head, "No, in my opinion, you are better than your predecessor... But I don't know how long you can last."

"No. 9, pay attention to your tone." The maid's eyes were slightly cold, but Luo Qiu cast a calm look.

Boss Luo said: "No matter how long it lasts, I will try my best to keep it going... Can you tell me why you have to stop the flood at all costs?"

No. 9 said calmly: "If the flood is not blocked, the fields downstream will be flooded. There are more than a dozen villages nearby, and their livelihoods are all here."

Luo Qiu nodded and immediately asked: "If that's the case, it must be a large-volume transaction order...According to your past performance, you should be able to take action, right?"

"I...I don't know." No. 9 was silent for a moment... his eyes looked somewhat blank.

Luo Qiu saw some old stainless steel cups in the wooden house and some pine trees outside the house, so he took some pine leaves, put them in stainless steel cups, and boiled water.

While it was cooking, No. 9 suddenly said, "I seem to have cooked pine leaf tea like this before."

Luo Qiu smiled slightly and said softly: "During this journey, what did I see and what did I hear."

No. 9 was meditating. He had just started over, and his thoughts were still in chaos, but now he was starting to pick it up bit by bit...thinking about this journey.

He said slowly: "I have been walking and passed many places. They seem familiar to me...I gradually realized that this journey may be related to my past memories. I know clearly that the boss

What is this route you gave me... Yes, I know it."

No. 9 used a tone as if freedom was not his own, "He should know, but he has never felt much about all this. It can even be said that he has no feeling at all. Until this time, he was

Under the instruction of the master, he came to the starting point of this road, and he seemed to start to feel something different."

"Did he remember anything?" Luo Qiu peeled off some pine leaves with his own hands and threw them into the cup.

No. 9 shook his head: "He couldn't think of anything, he just felt uneasy like never before. He kept walking like this, and then he came to a museum. He stayed in this museum for three days.

.”

Luo Qiu asked: "What did he see?"

No. 9 said: "Strong and unyielding, full of passion... He can stare at the things inside, whether it is a painting, a kettle, or even a cracked belt, for a long time, but at the same time, he

I also saw loneliness.”

"lonely?"

"Yes, lonely." No. 9 slowly closed his eyes, as if all this was happening before his eyes, "He didn't know what kind of feeling it was. There were too many things recorded there, but besides himself, he

, there was almost no one in sight. He went to the director's office and saw that the director was a young man in his thirties. The young director was writing a plan to renovate the museum.

Maybe it can attract more tourists... He suddenly felt angry."

"Why the anger."

No. 9 said: "At that time, the bank outside was selling commemorative coins, and he saw a queue of people inside and outside the bank... He saw the enthusiasm of these people, but he couldn't hear these people discussing the story behind the commemorative coins.

"

"What a story."

Channel 9: "The story of war."

"A commemorative coin that may increase in value attracts people to queue up to purchase it, but no one cares about a museum that carries this history... So you are angry, right?"

No. 9 did not answer. He looked out the window dreamily, and his memory became clearer. "He left that place and still walked according to the established route. He saw many things like this...such a place that no one cares about."

.Then he met another person."

"who."

"An old man." No. 9 whispered: "A retired veteran. Many people are looking for this old man."

"Isn't it great that someone finally pays attention to him?"

No. 9 shook his head: "He couldn't tell... He saw with his own eyes this old man sitting in front of his home, at a loss as he faced reporters, people from the government, and people who came out of nowhere.

The old man's daughter-in-law supported him, put on clothes with many medals on them, and took photos with those who came one by one. He saw the old man's smile, but he did not see the old man's happy smile. He just looked at this

The old man, under repeated requests, told the story of those years again and again."

"You feel bad?"

"At first the old man was very happy to tell these stories, but gradually he found them boring, because the old man found that within a few days, others had forgotten them again. They started to discuss other things."

"What kind of thing?"

"Scandals, especially scandals involving celebrities, are something that everyone enjoys endlessly."

"You think they don't pay attention to this veteran anymore?"

"When he saw this veteran in front of his house, he quickly became indifferent. Later, someone else became popular on the Internet. She was a pretty good-looking girl. She said something, and then it became popular all over the north and south.

But she soon disappeared again, and people's enthusiasm began to turn to others."

"Then?"

No. 9 said: "He planned to leave this place again, because he still had a long road ahead. Before leaving, he quietly went to the veteran's home. The old man's daughter-in-law and son were not there again, but

The old man was left sitting in front of his house, with an old dog accompanying him. He just smoked his cigarette in silence, looked at the front of his house, and dozed off. "

"He thinks this old man has been forgotten, right?"

"Maybe." No. 9 shook his head again: "But he actually knows that there will soon be another similar old man who comes into public view... It's like a reincarnation. Because people like to find these things from time to time.

Come."

"Does he know why?"
To be continued...