My name is Zhao Sannian, and I am engaged in the oldest profession of mankind.

Some people say that the earliest profession of human beings was prostitutes, girls and killers, but they were not.

The earliest profession should be a wizard.

Wizards worship heaven and earth, communicate yin and yang, and inspire all spirits.

And I am the descendant of this ancient profession in this era. To put it more in detail, I am one of the many schools of witchcraft, the surrender.

However, unlike most industries who voluntarily enter the industry, my experience of entering the industry is somewhat tortuous, and I can even be described as "unlucky".

Before I came into contact with this industry, I was a standard "Jiuluyu". I didn't study much and my family was not well off. That year, when my mother was sick, she had to spend a lot of money. When she was slightly incited by a classmate Zhang Zhiyong of elementary school, I became obsessed with it and followed him to Nanyang.

Unfortunately, what awaits me is not the glory and wealth I imagined.

As soon as I arrived at Khmer Punongben, I hadn't even understood the road, so I was knocked and slapped. When I woke up, I realized that I was tied to a bed of iron racks.

The surrounding environment looks like an abandoned hospital, with the walls peeling off, and there are many black and red stains like blood on the mottled ground.

I endured the severe pain on my head and looked around. I didn't see Zhang Zhiyong. There was only a burly man in a floral shirt and a cold man dressed in a doctor.

The floral shirt was wearing a pair of sunglasses, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and ventilating air; the doctor was much more calm and was holding a needle to draw blood from my arm.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" I was shocked and angry, and quickly shouted.

"I don't do anything, I just open my mouth to wait for dinner, and I want to pay attention to you, brother, and you just borrow something to make a living." The doctor was so focused that he didn't hear me, but he laughed maliciously in the flower shirt.

I knew it was broken as soon as I heard it. It was kidnapped. I quickly said soft words to calm them down: "If you have something to say, you can let me go, I will give you all the money."

Hua Shirt laughed: "Take it down, can you still fall into our hands if you are really rich? I don't even look down on your little money."

An ominous premonition arose in my heart: "What do you want?"

"Your waist, your liver, and your eyes can be sold for a lot of money. I think you are a generous man, so you won't agree, right?"

Hua Shirt grinned and said, "You help me with this, I will definitely have a grand burial for you when I look back."

This is a life-threatening person!

Seeing his black and red plasma flowing into the syringe, I instinctively felt that he was not joking, and I suddenly became anxious: "You guys are illegal!"

"Haha, I know the Fa, but I don't know the Fa!" The flower shirt completely teared her face, looking lawless and arrogant.

I thought it was impossible to explain to him, so I could only focus on the doctor who drew blood on me.

He is wearing a white coat and black-framed glasses, and looks gentle and kind, and I think it should be easier to talk to.

"I promise that as long as you let me go, I will be rotten in my stomach when I see everything here, and I won't say a word, let alone call the police." I advised earnestly.

But the white coat only looked at me, and the look was cold and like a knife through the lens. Even if I think about it today, I was still a little creepy.

He drew two tubes of blood and walked out of the room without saying a word. Hua Shirt followed behind and sneered, "You are actually counting on Sang Lanxi to let you go? I am really afraid that your eyes will not be available. He is our doctor. Don't be gentle, he usually takes the surgery for liver and heart plucking. He has more lives on his hands than me. It's better to ask the King of Hell than to ask him."

My head was buzzing, and I could only watch them disappear outside the door, my heart was cold.

But as their footsteps drifted away, my heart became alive again.

I remembered my mother, she was still waiting for me to go back to earn medical expenses, and other friends and relatives of me were waiting for me to go back.

I no longer care about regretting my recklessness, and I only have one thought left:

I must never die in such a place where birds do not shit!

I twisted my body desperately, pressed my wrists tied by the rope on the frame of the iron rack bed, and started to grind it hard.

I didn't use force in this position. I didn't grind it a few times, and the rope was not damaged at all. On the contrary, my tied wrist had already rubbed a circle of blood marks, and my joints and muscles were also hurting severely. But I was a decisive personality. I gritted my teeth and still rubbed like crazy...

"Okay, don't waste your energy. If you keep doing this, you will suffer a loss." Suddenly, a helpless voice sounded from the side, which scared me.

I widened my eyes and looked over there, and I found that there was a bed next to me, and there was a person tied up on the bed.

He looked like a young man from Nanyang. His skin was a little dark and looked very thin. He could see obvious ribs through his clothes, with a pair of big bags and dark circles hanging on them, and he felt a little overly colored. However, his eyes were extremely bright. When he stared at me, he seemed to see people's hearts.

"Who are you?" I felt angry, and my tone was naturally not very good, so I asked impatiently.

"My name is Baoshu."

He reported to his home, using the official language of our Longteng Kingdom. His tone was not very standard, but he could barely understand it. After saying that, he probably saw that my face was not very turbulent, and he added, "Okay, you probably haven't heard of my name, but I have an older brother named Nagarjuna."

He looked for granted, as if I should have heard of his brother's name.

But unfortunately, I, a foreigner, really don’t know their local celebrities.

I replied angrily: "I'm so sorry, I haven't heard of either of you brothers."

Baoshu immediately opened his mouth wide, stared at me with an alien look, and asked, "Did you never go out? You have never heard of my brother's name?"

I glared at him and snatched a snatch, saying, "Am I, he, just as the plane landed on the ground today, I was trapped by a bastard. I opened my eyes and ended up here. Do you think I should have heard the names of your brothers? Why, is your brother Jesus or Buddha Tathagata? He can come to save us by chanting his name? Then you have to recite it, why are we still tied up?"

"No wonder... forget it."

Baoshu was depressed by me and rolled his eyes, "But I don't think you are a person who accepts your fate easily, but it will definitely not work for you to do so recklessly. Why don't we escape together if we work with me?"

I stopped the movements in my hand and stared at him: "You have a way?"

"Of course there is a solution..."

He was about to keep it a secret, but I said something and said, "Why are you still here?"

"Uh..." He was choked to death by me, and then stammered for a few moments before saying, "I can't do this method by myself."

I saw that his stinky arrogance was obviously suppressed, so I said, "Okay, what can I do? Tell me!"
Chapter completed!