The time that followed seemed to speed up.
Chen Miao transformed into a ticket collector brimming with immense enthusiasm for his job, standing at the bus door and calling out to the deserted road – this was the first time he had ever been so passionate about work.
In his previous life, his bosses often said he lacked passion for his work, and he had always thought that he was the kind of person who would never be enthusiastic about work. Now it seemed that it was all just a matter of not enough money; give him enough, and he could even turn into the Wolf of Wall Street, firing himself up before starting work.
Soon—
They were quick to reach the ninth station.
By now, only five players remained alive; the rest had perished.
These five players were Doctor Gou, that dog, the old man who could sacrifice his lifespan, the man from Gaobei City in the straw raincoat, and the Insect Tribe Priest from Jingjiu City.
Not counting Chen Miao.
