Chapter 1343: Resurrection

"Humph!"
Xu Mo snorted coldly.
"I came here to give you something." The little fat man took out the notebook from the briefcase in his hand and put it on the desk carefully, "This is what I asked to give you before our boss left."
"What is this?" Xu Mo picked it up casually. When he saw the familiar handwriting on the notebook, tears came out instantly, "This...is this the rebirth word?"
"Yeah! But it's old and valuable, don't lose it."
"I won't, I won't." Xu Mo held it in his arms like a treasure, and even kissed him on the notebook.
"Huh..." The little fat man took a step back in disgust, "It's disgusting that you have stayed in foreign countries. You can do this kind of things. If you are really lonely, buddy will take you to find a woman to relieve your boredom."
Xu Mo gave him a white glance, with unabashed contempt in his eyes.
"What do you know? I will ask you, what do you know?"
"You all have problems with writing. I haven't graduated from elementary school. I don't know anything anymore, right?"
"It makes sense."
Xu Mo didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, holding the notebook cherished, and muttering while looking at the text on it, "To my dearest sister, come back to life."
"This is the story she wrote for her sister." Xu Mo was excited downward, looking at the outline above, and his heart was agitated. When he turned to the end, he found that the story was not finished.
Only half of it.
"Why is it only half? What about the other half?"
"Our boss said, it was only halfway before we could finish it."
The little fat man didn't know that rebirth was Shengning, so he just relayed Meng Ping's words truthfully when he came.
Xu Mo fell down on the chair and rubbed his face irritably, "Yes! She's dead, she's dead, of course it can't be done."
Seeing the absolute pen in front of him, he suddenly felt as heavy as a daughter.
"The boss said, let you write the following continuation, then publish it and serialize it in Next Weekly. When he returns from southern Xinjiang, he must see the resurrection become popular across the country, or he will expel you."
"Guaranteed to complete the task." Xu Mo replied solemnly.
"This person... is he tortured crazy by the enemy?" The little fat man was startled by his sudden sorrow and joy. Forget it, he should withdraw quickly!
There are not many cultural people who are normal.

On the borderline at this time, Xu Qigang and Chen Yingjie wanted to shuttle through the jungle like a quick cheetah. With a mountain of more than 1,000 meters, the two of them are effortless at all.
They visited this mountain many times during the Battle of Southern Xinjiang.
Crossing the national border, there is a familiar broad-leaved forest in front of him. Xu Qigang walked to the tallest tree and stood there for a long time.
Chen Yingjie also took off the hat on his head and saluted the tree with a straight posture.
However, less than one mile away from the two of them, Du Xiaosong was quietly observing with the latest American binoculars. "What is Head Xu doing? Why do you salute a tree?"
Du Xiaosong said curiously.
Meng Ping beside him was already paralyzed on the ground. Following Xu Qigang all the way was almost killing him, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"Second Young Master, are you okay?" Du Xiaosong handed him his kettle, "Your physical fitness is not good, so don't do such a risky thing."
"No, I'll follow it this time." Meng Ping got up from the ground whispering, picked up his binoculars and glanced at it, which made him struck by lightning.
His face was as white as snow.