Diao Sisi will finally have a counterattack day.

Most of the soul chicken soup instills these things for you.

For example, in a restaurant in Paris, a group of old men gathered together and ate a very expensive meal. Then one of the old men took out a black American Express card to settle the bill, and then said that he was How to go from a **** with nothing to a rich man who owns a private jet through hard work.

Many, many stories start and end like this.

Many, many people believe in such stories, including Ding Meng.

Ding Meng is twenty-three years old, an ordinary and ordinary person. He has been consciously or unconsciously instilling these spiritual chicken soup since junior high school. Teachers, parents, and almost every elder he knows told him: hard work , There will be rewards; as long as you work hard, you can succeed.

Ding Meng believed very much at one time, so he studied hard, harder than anyone else.

Efforts will pay off.

He worked hard to enter a key high school and a key university, and then after graduating from college, he set foot on society with great enthusiasm.

Then... he entered a small company with only four employees including the boss, because he really couldn't find another better job... Then, he kicked his girlfriend who had been in college for a year without hesitation. I lost him, because I really didn’t see any future in him...Then the boss owed a debt and ran away, leaving Ding Meng with an IOU that he had not paid his wages for three months...

Then, he felt sick and went to the hospital to check for terminal cancer. He was left with less than a month's life... Then, when he returned to the rental house, he found that his property had been thrown away by the landlord. Come out because he hasn't paid the rent for three months...

Then, Ding Meng sold all the books related to Soul Chicken Soup to a scrap collector...

Whoever believes in the bright prospects described in these chicken soup for the soul is a bastard!

One month of life left? I am only 23 years old!

Ding Meng was not reconciled, but his fate was already doomed.

He bought a bottle of liquor with the money from selling waste products and poured it all into his stomach.

Then? Then, just like most people who drank a whole bottle of liquor, they got drunk...

When Ding Meng woke up, just like everyone who woke up after a hangover, he had a headache and terrible pain.

"For someone who has less than one month to live, you don't care about your body."

A gloomy voice rang.

"Who?" Ding Meng took a look and was taken aback.

A guy whose whole body is shrouded in black robes, like those wizards in movies and TV.

"You...who are you?" Ding Meng was shocked.

"I'm a mission publisher, a junior adventurer." The voice of the black robe always felt scary.

"Task publisher? What task publisher? Where is this place?"

"This is the world of imprisonment, a world that exists outside of the world you are in." Black Robe said in a feelingless tone: "Anyway, why are you here? What kind of world is like doesn't matter to you anymore. Because you only have one month of life left. I just ask you, do you want to live?"

Do I want to live? Nonsense, of course I want to live! I want to live to be eighty or one hundred years old! Instead of dying so miserably at the age of twenty-three!

Ding Meng nodded vigorously.

"Then, my existence is of great significance to you." The black robe-the task publisher said indifferently: "I have endless tasks here. When you complete a task, you can get the continuation of your life. Of course, depending on the difficulty of the task, the number of days of life you get is also different. Moreover, every time you complete a task, you can get different bonus ability points."

"What's the use of rewarding ability points?"

"Increase your strength, agility, and speed. When these abilities reach a point, you can evolve into a hunter."

Ding Meng began to understand a little bit, this so-called imprisoned world, the so-called mission, is actually more like a game in a strict sense.

From a junior adventurer to a hunter, it's probably the so-called advanced level, right?

But unlike the game, he can survive by completing tasks!

He has another question: "What if the mission fails?"

"You will be punished, depending on the difficulty of the mission. Some missions will deduct half of your life, but if most missions fail, you will die, immediately!"

Ding Meng took a breath.

Die immediately?

"Are you scared?" The task publisher said sarcastically, "Is it very different for you to die a month later and die immediately?"

There is no difference, there is not much difference, at least this is an opportunity for oneself to continue life!

"I accept!" Ding Meng gritted his teeth.

"Very well, your number will be 20001. I hope you won't die before you evolve into a hunter." As soon as the mission was released, a white light entered Ai Xiaohai's mind.

"What is this?" Ding Meng was startled.

Is a computer chip or something other weird?

"Your guardian angel." The task publisher said coldly: "Don't think that she will really guard you. Her only purpose is to distribute the reward points you get to yours after you complete the task. In the body, increase your abilities in all aspects. When you die, she will die too."

Ding Meng understood: "Does she have a name?"

"She is yours, of course you take the name." The task publisher seemed to find this question very ridiculous.

"Her name is..." Ding Meng thought for a moment: "Her name is Xiao Ai."

Ding Meng didn't know why he chose such a name for the guardian angel.

An image appeared in front of Ding Meng:

Strength: 0; Agility: 0; Speed: 0;

This is the first message Xiao Ai delivers to Ding Meng.

Well, he is a three-no product, Ding Meng smiled bitterly.

At this time, two young men about the age of Ding Meng came over. One of them with a European face said: "Dear mission publisher, we are ready to accept the mission."

"Very well, junior adventurers, you are talking about starting to embark on the first step of a long journey. And your first mission, Dr. Lun's laboratory." The mission publisher continued to say in his emotionless tone: "Dr. Lun's experiment failed. The human body used in the experiment, Dr. Lun himself and his assistants turned into werewolves and need to be eliminated as soon as possible. Victory conditions: completely wiped out the werewolves. Failure conditions: the werewolves successfully ran out of the laboratory. Time limit: 8 hours. Reward, extend life One month, 100 ability points. Failure penalty: death. From now on, you are competitors. There is only one winner!"

Ding Meng shivered.

"As a newcomer, I will give you the necessary equipment and pets for junior adventurers." With a wave of the task publisher's hand, three boxes appeared in front of the three people: gold, silver and a wooden box.

"These three boxes contain different equipment, you need to choose by yourself."

Ding Meng's heart throbbed. Many movie novels have the same plot: the real treasures are hidden in the most inconspicuous place!

Wooden box, the equipment in the most inconspicuous wooden box must be the best!

"Liu Zihua, Dyke, Ding Meng, you will decide the order of selection by drawing lots."

The task publisher has only finished speaking. Ding Meng can't wait to say: "Dear task publisher, please let them choose first."

What he said was very righteous and awe-inspiring.

The task publisher has no objection.

Liu Zihua chooses the results of the draw first.

Sure enough, as Ding Meng had guessed, he chose the box made of gold.

Stupid guy, Ding Meng laughed in his heart.

The golden box was opened.

An ancient staff seems to contain powerful mana on it. And the pet is actually a leopard!

"This is a gorgeous extinction staff, and a tireless cheetah!" said the mission publisher.

It was Dyke's turn, and he opened the silver box.

A sharp sword and a little lion.

"You have obtained an exquisite samurai sword and a strong and powerful lion."

Good guys, these two competitors are getting good things.

No, the best must be hidden in the most inconspicuous wooden box! Ding Meng was sure of his judgment.

He opened the wooden box with a trembling hand...and then Ding Meng stayed there...not only Ding Meng, but also Liu Zihua and Dyke's faces showed expressions that wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"You..." The task publisher paused. His voice was no longer so indifferent, but with helplessness and ridicule: "You have obtained a tattered pig-killing knife, and a gluttonous pig who can never eat enough."