Why are you so obsessed with officialdom?

This is sacrificing life rather than merit.

You are thinking that if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is unlucky.

After being beaten to a pulp by Cai Gen, it's our turn to go up and touch up the damage?

Just say it directly and no one will laugh at you.

It is always a good thing to have ideals, and I appreciate people who dare to think and act."

Huang Ping's eyes were red. Even if he was exposed by Shi Huozhu, he was not embarrassed.

"Yes, Section Chief Shi, that's what I think.

Opportunities are rare, and this is our only hope to go back.

Otherwise, we will definitely not be able to return to heaven.

I have long been aware of this."

Shi Huozhu shook his head, without any joking tone, and patted Huang Ping's shoulder heavily.

"Old Huang, this is not an opportunity today, trust my judgment.

When the opportunity comes in the future, I will definitely not forget you."

Huang Ping still refused to give up and kept asking questions.

"Why? Are you saying that Cai Gen is not effective?

Then it’s better for us to plan early, right?”

Shi Huozhu was a little irritated, because that intuition made him a little scared.

"Old Huang, even if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is beaten to a pulp, we can't take the credit.

Face yourself correctly and dare to think, but don't think randomly.

If you really don't give up, I can't stop you from getting rich.

Do whatever you want, I will give you a death certificate."

After saying that, Shi Huozhu turned around and went back to the house.

Huang Ping wanted to encourage the team members around him and try to fool them.

However, neither Guan Huilan, nor Santiao, nor even the Eight Disciples stayed beside Huang Ping, but followed Shi Huozhu's footsteps into the room.

Huang Ping stood alone in the corridor, with all kinds of thoughts and thoughts swirling around him.

Taking a shower on the first floor these past few days has wiped away all his self-esteem.

He finally reincarnated and returned to Earth.

Is it just to take a bath with the noble divine light?

Not to mention that the days are like years, every minute and every second is suffering.

Moreover, there is no end in sight for such days.

How can Huang Ping, who has a rift in his heart, endure this?
Chapter completed!