Zhang Chi expected that Zhou Liangmin would come back, when he was active in his thinking, the state values of all aspects of his mind were constantly changing up and down, he felt dizzy, looking at this strange world for a while and didn't know where to go, all he could do was to wait patiently, waiting for the guide who took the initiative to come to the door.

After waiting in place for fifteen minutes, and sending off the sixth shuttle bus on the bus stop, he saw Zhou Liangmin pushing the car out of the alley on the right rear, his face was very red, and his expression was very remorseful. In the past fifteen minutes, he hid in the alley and considered all the possible consequences, and in the end, the goods party remembered that he had not signed the love letter to Lin Daiyu that he had racked his brains for, and he had printed out the entire letter, Zhou Liangmin was very glad that he was smart, but in this way he also felt guilty, wouldn't it make Lin Daiyu completely count the account of this letter on Zhang Chi's head?

Zhou Liangmin is not worried about making wedding clothes for others in the end, after all, as long as people with a slightly normal IQ can't like Zhang Chi, but he is embarrassed to let his old friend carry the black pot.

"Handed it over to her?"

"Hmm!"

"You didn't say I asked you to send it, did you?"

Zhang Chi shook his head, seeing that this thing was a bare-chested wasp who could mess with the hornet.

Zhou Liangmin breathed a sigh of relief, forget it, don't think about it, just let Lin Daiyu misunderstand, wait for the college entrance examination, wait for the university admission letter, and confess to her in person.

"Let's go, I'll ask you to masturbate!"

"Can you stop jerking off, I'm hungry. Zhang Chi's empty stomach is very real, and he has already protested in a grunt, full of warm thoughts**, Zhang Chi, who first arrived in the treasure land, did not have the mood to do self-explanatory exercises. The heavenly palace has been a thousand years, and the long abstinence is to cultivate the immortal road, how to solve the worries, there is only one stroke. That kind of monotonous day, Benxian has long been tired of it.

Zhou Liangmin was stunned for a moment, but he immediately smiled and said, "Cheng, then go eat plate noodles." ”

Zhou Liangmin's family is not rich, but this time, in order to thank Zhang Chi for his help and to express his apology, he generously took out twenty yuan and invited Zhang Chi to eat a large bowl of Lao Zhai plate noodles with beef. After Zhang Chimei had a full meal, she said that she was a little unwell, so she took the opportunity to let Zhou Liangmin send him home in person.

Zhang Chi didn't actually feel any discomfort, saying this was for Zhou Liangmin to send himself home, otherwise he wouldn't be so easy to touch the door.

His home is located in a shantytown, many of the walls have been sprayed with vermilion characters, and a circle has been drawn outside, Zhou Liangmin hurried home to review, and left in a hurry after sending Zhang Chi to the door.

Push open the tattered small iron door, lean the more dilapidated bicycle in the narrow yard of less than four square meters, the small black room in the east half of the room may be the kitchen, the door facing south is his residence, find the key, open the door, a damp musty smell came to the face, less than fifteen square meters of the hut dimly lit, Zhang Chi found a thin rope next to the door, inadvertently pulled, the incandescent light in the middle of the room turned on. Looking at the lamp blankly, he remembered the crystal clear and flashing seven-colored glazed glass lamp in the Heavenly Palace, and everything suddenly changed when it was impermanent.

The room, three meters wide and five meters long, was furnished with shabby and simple furniture, and at the beginning was a small round table with a few unwashed dishes on it, next to two chairs, and beyond that was a three-door jujube cabinet, where a giant-like pestle served as both storage and partition. Outside the cabinet is the living room, and inside is the bedroom. Inside the bedroom was a single bed, with photographs hanging on the wall against the bed, and a few newspapers pasted below the photos with reports about the car accident.

Zhang Chi threw the schoolbag on the small table, and then lay on the single bed on all fours, the futon should not have been dried for a long time, with a deep musty smell that can be brewed over time, his fat body ravaged the small bed and made a creaking sound, making people worry that the small bed under him would collapse and fall apart at any time.

Zhang Chi closed his eyes, a pair of fat hands crossed on his high bulging belly, and fell to the mortal world, I am a mortal, he quietly reminded himself that from now on everything is completely different from the past, three thousand worlds, I don't know where I have fallen, deprived of immortal status for life, and the heavenly court will never be hired, which means that I have no possibility of becoming an immortal, even if there is reincarnation, it is also in the mortal world. When you think about this, you will inevitably be lost.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chi's heart suddenly felt a lot better, he decided to take a good look at himself, picked up a mirror that was split in half from the bedside and observed his current appearance, and after a few glances, he didn't have the courage to continue looking, came to the kitchen and boiled a basin of hot water, wiped a bath in the cabin, and finally found a shabby but clean underwear from the cabinet to change.

After doing these few simple tasks, Zhang Chi was tired and panting, he realized that his current physical strength was too poor, he was not useless, although he was beaten to the dust, but after all, Huigen still exists, it should be because the Huigen on his body was not washed clean by the Immortal Pool, he can see IQ, EQ, force, defense, and in his mind can digitize these states, mortals should not have this ability.

Zhang Chi can also see his own health value clearly, limited to himself, which makes him so frightened that his life value is only a pitiful three years, which makes him have an urgent sense of crisis from the first day he came to the mortal world.

If you want to understand this new world, you must first start by understanding yourself, Zhang Chi decided to understand everything about yourself in the shortest possible time, and the most direct way to understand yourself is to start from this room, how to sweep the world without sweeping a house, Zhang Chi picked up a broom and began to clean up this messy and dirty cabin.

I don't know if I don't sweep, I was shocked by the fact that there was tatter garbage everywhere in the room, the most of which was books, from the first grade of elementary school to the third year of high school, all the textbooks were piled up in cardboard boxes under the small bed, and most of them were moldy. Zhang Chi roughly flipped through it and found that all the textbooks after entering high school were brand new, in fact, after he had been in a car accident, he had not touched a single book at all, and had never done any homework.

A stack of diaries was found in one of the boxes, these diaries became an excellent information for Zhang Chi to understand himself from birth to the present, he read it from beginning to end, while flipping through the diaries, the memories in his mind kept unlocking, opening the diaries was like opening one door after another, and before he knew it, he had awakened most of the memories before the age of fifteen.

What awakened was only memory, and it did not change the subjective consciousness, Zhang Chi was originally worried that he would be re-taken away, but he soon found that the past consciousness should have been destroyed in that car accident, that is to say, the past Zhang Chi has been completely dead, and now he is equivalent to a new life.

Zhang Chi spent the whole night reading all the diaries, climbed into the small bed in exhaustion, and began his first real sleep in the world. In his sleep, he returned to Tushi Palace, and saw Taishang Laojun walking towards him, and couldn't help but say that he grabbed himself and stuffed it into the burning alchemy furnace...... Donkey poop egg ...... Why a donkey?

Zhang Chi felt that he was a mayfly, and he couldn't dream for a thousand years, but after all, he was woken up by a fluffy knock on the door, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes. Zhou Liangmin's concerned voice came from outside: "Zhang Chi! Zhang Chi, are you there?"