Peng Zu is dead!

But his death was so unjust, and he felt that he was so unlucky.

Everyone knows that he lived for eight hundred years, but no one knows that he is the most miserable ghost in history.

When he was born, it was said that there were gods, and his unfortunate beginning was precisely when he met the gods.

At the age of nineteen, he had just begun to study medicine and had some success, but when he was collecting medicine, he accidentally saw two immortal immortals playing chess.

It doesn't matter if you see it, the strange thing is that these two gods are senile and have been playing a game of chess for three hundred years. When he comes out, not to mention making great achievements and serving his parents, even the dynasty has changed.

Things have changed and people have changed, and the three hundred years he has lived are not as comfortable as taking a piss.

What is life? Life is about feeling. How can we still live without feeling? This is not editors arranging programs. Ten people can create the effect of a thousand people!

Overall, his life was in vain!

What's even more hateful is that in three hundred years, before he even had time to hold a girl's little hand, he instantly changed from nineteen to ninety, aging instantly.

This is definitely premature aging at the age of 300!

Time, you are a butcher's knife, god, you have no integrity.

I don’t know whether it was because Heaven was bankrupt or because Hell was full. He was frightened and full of determination to die. After living for another three hundred years, the Palace of Hell simply forgot about him.

For two hundred years, he took his almost dead body to search for immortality, pursued immortality, studied medicine, poison scriptures, studied medieval martial arts, and barbarian voodoo, and finally worked out a set of skills suitable for him to rejuvenate, restore youth, and seek immortality.

Suddenly, a big thunder exploded, and in a daze, Peng Zu was captured by two orcs with an ox-headed and horse-faced face and took him to the Yama Palace.

I provoked whoever, and I am about to succeed in my hard-earned cultivation. Your damn Palace of Hell is listed on the market! Even if the stock price drops, you can't catch me to make up for it!

Looking up at the wretched young man sitting under the big yellow plaque, Peng Zu suppressed the anger in his heart and did not explode. Now that his soul has been initially cultivated, he was able to condense and form, leave his body and travel at night. He is currently in the Hall of the King of Hell.

His aura was even more solemn, no worse than the pretentious man opposite.

This wretched man is none other than King Yama, who claims to be in charge of life and death and regulates the reincarnation of ghosts.

"Peng Zu, why don't you kneel down quickly? You have been late for more than seven hundred years and still refuse to reincarnate. What crime do you deserve!" The King of Hell shook his head, slapped the gavel on the table hard, and shouted loudly.

"What's wrong with me!"

Peng Zu couldn't comment. At the same time, he felt disgusted when he looked at the wretched man who was above him. Isn't he just a dog from the heaven? He had to be so embarrassed. He was not good at cultivation. He sat on this chair because of his connections and didn't know how to restrain himself.

Why can't you get along with me? I've been suffocating for eight hundred years, but your sister still dares to mess with me?

The more he thought about it, the angrier Peng Zu became. Looking at the arrogant look on the other side, Peng Zu suddenly became angry. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he couldn't help but secretly think of bad luck.

"Ever since I met those two senile idiots, I haven't had a good day! You can't keep me today. You want me to be reincarnated. If you have the ability..."

After another thought, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Bring me the Book of Life and Death! I'm going to die anyway, so I'll just demolish your Palace of Hell first!"

"court death!"

The color of the King of Hell instantly darkened. This was a slap in the face. Even if he couldn't be beaten, he had to hold on. When he thought of something else, he simply laughed evilly: "Come on, give me reincarnation and abort a pig fetus. I can't fix you."

Got it!"

"Click——"

A big thunder slid across the sky, instantly making the hot summer night clear and bright.

Suddenly awakened, more than a dozen people immediately fixed their gazes on the carriage not far in front of them.

The top of the carriage has been overturned. Inside the carriage, a young man is lying on his back. Blood trickles down, dyeing the world that was clear for a moment under the silver lightning. Wherever he sees it, the young man stabs his chest with a sword, and he is full of life.

It has long been cut off and has no breath.

"Senior...Senior sister, he, he is dead." A young girl stared at the tattered car in shock.

"Huh! If you die, you will die. The Mo family is truly cut off when it comes to this generation of trash. It's better to die to avoid my trouble. A trash like him is not worthy of being my Liu Qingyan's man. He was the one who pointed me out in the beginning.

There is nothing that can be done about marriage, but I never planned to marry a loser who has blocked meridians and cannot even practice as a martial artist."

The speaker was a young girl. Although she had not yet grown up at the age of fourteen or fifteen, her absolute beauty could already be seen.

His voice was cold, his eyes were cold, and his peerless face could not help but create a feeling of being distant.

"Senior sister, what should we do now? He is dead..." the girl from before asked again.

"Just leave him alone. We came here originally with the intention of saving his life and asking him to return the marriage certificate to me. But now that he is dead, we have lost everything and even saved the task of taking him back to the sect. This waste must be

I am afraid that after entering our sect, I will humiliate myself and be killed first..." Liu Qingyan's eyes coldly swept over the body of the frail young man, without any trace of unbearable.

"The reason why our sect still takes care of this waste is actually just because his ancestors were kind to the sect. Now that he is dead, everything here is over!"

Looking around at the corpses of more than a dozen servants, a hint of unnoticeable ferocity and pleasure flashed across her face, and she said very rudely.

"Go back and report the truth truthfully. Just say that the good-for-nothing was already dead when we came here, and all his belongings were confiscated by Prince Li An of the Black God Sect."

As she spoke, the girl quickly twisted her wrists and made several beautiful sword flowers. She stabbed the corpse with a few blows, cutting the coat of the corpse to pieces.

His body was not completely covered with skin—cough, he was dead without a complete body.

"Let's go!"

Withdrawing the sword and not looking back, Liu Qingyan stepped onto the car tied to the side and drove away with more than a dozen people...

However, no one noticed that the moment they left, the eyelashes of the corpse lying on the carriage suddenly twitched!

"Hiss—ahem, Peng Zu? Mo Li? Who is it? Where is this? Shouldn't I be dead?"

Mo Li felt that his whole body was cold, and the burning pain radiated from his head and chest, hitting his spirit hard. Subconsciously, he felt that he had lost too much blood, and in his head, two different voices gradually subsided, different voices.

memories merged into one.

"Peng Zu? How could such a strange thing appear in my memory? Eight hundred years of grievance... Palace of the King of Hell,

What? Uh-hiss-"

As the pain in his head and body hit him again, Mo Li officially woke up. At this moment, he realized that he was being pulled by a carriage without a shed. The horse was walking randomly, and it was raining heavily.

Lili.

Did he survive the catastrophe?

Mo Li smiled bitterly: "I have lived the past fourteen years just as Peng Zu said. It is not as pleasant as peeing. Fortunately, I only lived fourteen years, not eight hundred years. I still have a chance to resist."

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"I have to find a way to survive. I have to stop this carriage first. Otherwise, if it keeps bumping, I will really lose my blood!"

After waking up, Mo Li calmly rejected his dandy career for the past fourteen years. Peng Zu's consciousness, self-rescue medical instinct and some messy things were all learned by him without a teacher. He felt that he seemed to be just like Peng Zu.

But it's strange, he knows very well that he is not, his name is Mo Li. Even though most of the things in his memory belong to a person named Peng Zu, he clearly knows the existence of his true self!

"This can be regarded as a dream reincarnation. I died once, but I can see Peng Zu's life. It's pitiful, but I, Mo Li, will not die. This time, I will not let anyone take my life, not even the three major gods."

The Immortal...Liu Qingyan..." The young man's eyes were full of resentment, but the woman's previous sword blows made him wake up, and he heard their words clearly.

Biting his lip and struggling to sit up, Mo Li suddenly couldn't help but twitched his face and fell down again.

"Haha, Peng Zu even escaped from the reincarnation and shattered the reincarnation disk. I, Mo Li, am not bad at anything..."

Thinking of Peng Zu, Mo Li suddenly felt dizzy again and fell asleep unconsciously!
Chapter completed!