Fate, this fucking thing, was caught off guard by three-point malice and seven-point joking, and let us and other mortals see what impermanence is.

Look, some people are looking for death all day long, but they live like a thousand-year-old turtle.

But some people live with their best efforts, but they are about to die soon.

Unfortunately, Gu Zheng belonged to the latter.

He had been squatting in the small courtyard of Sifang that he had obtained after years of calculations.

Looking up, the patio made of green tiles that are most suitable for summer riding in the wind and eating fried noodles with sauce, three batches of carrier pigeons were flying over under the inspiration of the next pigeon whistle.

When the object suspected of pigeon shit passed through the exquisite patio and landed on the most suitable threshold for foothold, Gu Zheng finally confirmed something.

The man who sold this yard deceived him, and this place was not a place to eat soy sauce and chew cucumbers.

It was this discovery that made Gu Zheng make up a decision. His face no longer had the confusion he had just now. Instead, he picked up the red brick under the corner of the threshold with a rare excitement.

This is a very ordinary red brick. When Gu Zheng picked it up in the most skillful posture, the two seemed to be integrated into one. It was as if he had taken it many times without any sense of peacekeeping. Even though there was a layer of green moss on the back of this red brick had already climbed up.

"Old guy, I haven't let you play for a long time. I thought we would be separated in this life. I will be my second landlord in a proper manner, and you will fulfill your fate of stepping bricks on rainy days."

"It's a pity that luck makes people feel good. Today is the day for you and me to create another glorious."

After talking to himself, Gu Zheng's steps became a little lighter, like a gust of wind, passing through this small, second-entry courtyard, and finally stopped in front of a half-old wooden door.

‘Squeak’

The slightly hidden door pushed open, and the afternoon sunlight spread into the door panel as it opened, making the dust that rushed seemed to have a golden light.

The furnishings in the house were slowly revealed in front of Gu Zheng, more and more until he saw the person he wanted to see.

No, or something that is inhuman.

"You are back, have you considered it clearly?" The words in the house were clearly human voices, and the outlines reflected by the light and shadow also showed from every detail that this inhuman feeling might be Gu Zheng's illusion.

If there is a third person in the field now, after seeing the true appearance of this person, he will agree to Gu Zheng's judgment that this is definitely not a single person.

Because the object that had turned all over his body was wearing a square-centered purple robe, a goldfish ribbon bag hanging on his waist, a right-angle head, a painted gauze on the outside, and a black soap boot on his feet. The one he wore was solemn and solemn, and he was very steadfast.

As soon as you look at it, you will be in the same basic appearance as the King of Hell on the stage.

Of course, there are many people who like strange costumes these days, and no one has stipulated that they can't wear costumes to other people's houses, right?

But if you look at the smiling face of the man, you will understand everything next.

Gu Zheng was angry when he saw this person. He naturally answered very rudely: "Think about a P. He insisted on pretending to be a King of Hell with a face of Deng Chao! It is my sin to let you exist on this earth for one more second. If a tiger doesn't show his power, you will treat me as a sick cat!"

What else can I not understand after hearing this?

This monster is still a non-human, and it really lacks knowledge of Chinese classical culture. It equates Bao Qingtian with the King of Hell. Of course, Bao Zheng Bao Qingtian, the last folk legend, may have really gone to the underworld to work after his death.

But if you want to pretend to be the King of Hell, you will at least turn that face into a Jin Chaoqun look! Everyone has a much higher acceptance of Bao Qingtian, the Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness, this is the best!

You are wearing a black charcoal-like boy, Deng Chao's face sticking to the crescent moon in Qingtian. I think you are going to find it and get it!

Everyone is beaten first, and then talk about it. Trying a psychopath is self-defense.

‘Hey! You are crazy! Are you not going to die? You know that you are not long! Your life is only three days! Three days!’

After hearing the other party's roar, Gu Zheng was unmoved, and his hands and feet were constantly moving. Regardless of whether the words in his mouth that made him confused were true, he would beat him first.

The perfect collision between the baner brick and the other side did not make the pleasant sound of slightly cracked bones as Gu Zheng imagined. Instead, it was like the dull sound of him hitting the sandbag with boxing gloves, or the texture of an iron hammer on the pig's skin, dull and unclear.

Everything that followed was a normal reaction from the human body, and the other party did not show any of it, no blood splashed, no congestion in the subcutaneous tissue, and even no self-protection of a normal person.

The more this happens, the less Gu Zheng dared to let his hands lightly and stopped.

Instead, he added three points of strength and kept smashing his head like a hoe!

I suddenly had only three days of life, maybe it was caused by this thing under my command. If I knocked it back to my original form, would I have returned to my lost lives?

I really think too much about this, this is an urban literature, it is really not a fantasy.

‘Bang bang bang…’

Whether it is skills or strength, as a person who often engages in street group sports, Gu Zheng's techniques are just a template for textbooks. It is precisely because of this unstoppable force that Gu Zheng's subordinates suddenly relaxed the next moment.

The thing that was pressed under him and had no power to resist disappeared, turned into a little golden light, floating in the air of this small study room.

Gu Zheng, who was half squatting on the ground, still maintaining a posture of holding a brick in one hand and relaxing in the other, staring at the golden light in front of him gathering from the scattered air. These golden lights that were ineffective seemed to be afraid of the brick. They waited until they drifted half a meter in front of Gu Zheng before they merged into one.

When the last of these golden dots gathered together, even if there was plenty of sunshine in the house, Gu Zheng felt what it meant to shine with golden light.

The dazzling light flashed for a short time, as if in just a short breath, after a reflexive blink of an eye, he finally realized that there was really a Western scenery in this world that he had never seen before.
Chapter completed!