Kuang Dejun, a 23-year-old young man in Qianqian Village, had an accident for the first time as a contractor.

At that time, he and a few workers were standing on the bamboo frame of the exterior wall outside the seven-storey building to paint the paint. The bamboo rows are tied tightly with straps, and it is easy for construction workers to loosen when they climb up and down.

Kuang Dejun stepped on a loose bamboo pole, his foot slipped, he fell to the next layer of bamboo rows, the center of gravity smashed to the next layer, and his hands grabbed a broken piece of bamboo in a panic, and the sewing bamboo piece scratched his palm, like a knife cutting a hole, and let go of his hand under severe pain and fell out of the bamboo row, and the stretched branches of the bamboo row were hit by his weightless arm.

So, like a leather ball, he smashed down from the bamboo tree on the seventh floor along the irregular falling object to the ground.

Fear sent chills down his chest, and it was over, and the twenty-three-year-old's life was buried here.

Nineteen years old, what about her sister Kuang Renxiu, who has just entered college? His parents died in a car accident ten years ago, leaving him with two siblings. There is a seventy-eight-year-old grandfather, although he has three uncles, but no one will help him, even the grandfather is seventy-eight years old, they don't care, where will they care about their brothers and sisters.

Younger sister...... These thoughts flashed through me. The speed of the fall made him have no time to pay attention to anything else, only to hear the sound of "bang", smashed on a pile of waste sand, and fainted all at once.

A few minutes later, he got up. No, to be exact, it was his ethereal spirit that had risen and floated in the air, clearly visible below.

I saw the worker Li Jian with Kuang Detian, Kuang Deyuan, Kuang Peibao, and the four hurriedly climbed down from the rack and ran to Kuang Dejun.

"Germans, are you dead?" asked the timid Kuang Shengyuan fearfully, even his voice trembling.

"It's better to die, Kuang Renxiu can also get a compensation, I'm afraid that if he is half dead, he will be miserable, who will support him in the future. Kuang Peibao didn't know what was going on in his head, and he would say this.

Li Jian was anxious: "Kuang Detian, call 120, I'll call Manager Ling." ”

Kuang Dejun saw that the four of them were busy in a pot of porridge, and after a while, Manager Ling of the engineering department hurriedly ran over: "What's wrong, what's wrong, why did it fall." Kombat 120. ”

He said to Xie Lan, the treasurer who came later: "Go to the bank and withdraw some money, and send people to the hospital first." ”

The ambulance drove to the construction site, lifted the Kuang German army to the car, and galloped away. The empty soul of Kuang Dejun followed the white ambulance all the way to the hospital.

Kuang Dejun saw a doctor in a white coat busy on his injured body, taking various first aid measures. Strange and frightened, Kuang looked at everything below, and could hear everything the doctor said to the others below.

Manager Ling pulled Dr. Wang aside and asked quietly, "Dr. Wang, what's going on with him?" ”

Dr. Wang shook his head and said, "There is no room for optimism, and it is still unknown whether it can be saved." There is bruise on the head, the right leg is broken, the left hip is fractured and broken, the spine is also severely contused, and the doctor is afraid of paralysis, and the worst possibility is to become a vegetative person. ”

Manager Ling wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and ran to the other end of the corridor to make a call. Kuang Dejun was very curious about who he was talking to on the phone and what he was talking about, so he floated over. Yes, his spirit floated almost against the ceiling of the hallway, and almost no one could see him, but he could see the others.

Manager Ling: "Second uncle, a worker had an accident, fell off the bamboo rack, and was sent to the hospital, where the doctor checked the head for bruising, the right leg was comminuted, the left arm was fractured and broken, and the spine was severely contused. ”

A voice on the phone shouted: "How do you do your work, there was a fatal accident before the house was sold, and it will affect the sales if you say it." Try to eliminate the impact, have the workers themselves purchased and sold accident insurance?"

Manager Ling: "I informed him to buy it earlier, but he didn't buy it." ”

"Did they sign the contract? Did the contract state that they are responsible for safety accidents at work?"

Manager Ling: "There is such a rule. ”

"That's good, they are responsible for the medical expenses, and you are withdrawn from the hospital. ”

After listening to the instructions, Manager Ling quietly withdrew from the inpatient department of the hospital.

In the ward, Li Jian was the only one who looked anxiously and helplessly at Kuang Dejun on the hospital bed.

The spirit floating on the ceiling wanted to pat Li Jian on the shoulder and talk to him, but it couldn't. He knew that the body was his, that his soul had been shedding, and that there would soon be black and white impermanence to bring his soul to hell.

"Hum, hum, hum......" A sharp voice attracted his attention, and he didn't see black and white impermanence, but he saw a burly white-bearded old man with horns on his head looking at him with a smile.

It's not good, the two Yama envoys of the bull head and horse face have come to detain their own ghosts.

Because he's dead!

He took a closer look, and saw that the person who came was only a first-born cow horn, and his face was still the image of an old man, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"Am I dead?" a strange voice came from his throat. No one heard that Kuang Dejun on the hospital bed was undergoing bone surgery.

"I'm a disciple of the Shennong clan and want to make a deal with you. The old man stared at the soul of the Kuang Jianjun floating in the air, and said in a clear tone.

Can he see himself?

Kuang Dejun knows the legendary Shennong clan in history, also known as Chiming, the Agricultural Emperor, the Shennong Emperor, the Wushu Shennong Emperor, ....... He's going to make a deal with himself?

"Am I dead?" he asked, blankly.

"It's almost like death. There was a large amount of blood accumulated on the skull, the arm bone was dismantled, the spine was compressed and fractured, and the right leg joint was crushed and brittle. The old man sighed heavily and said, "However, if you accept my system, things will slowly change." Are you willing to accept it?"

Obviously, you see that your future self will be worse than death, and suddenly someone asks you if you are willing to accept change?

Fools don't want to!

When I was born and died, I met a life-saving immortal, is it the good fruit of my previous life?

"What does your system do?" pie-in-the-sky happens very often, but there are still a lot of people digging traps on the ground. Although it is a fairy, it should not be a problem to know more about it.

"Let's tell the truth, I am Hua Lieshan, the tenth generation disciple of the Shennong clan, I had an accident when I was reincarnated in the mortal world, I was attacked by the enemy, and my soul was scattered, after thousands of years of cultivation, the three souls and seven spirits have all been found, but cultivation also requires the help of possession, can I possess your body?" asked the old man with a sincere face.

Fortunately, I am alone, otherwise you possess my body, and you will not be taken advantage of by you.

"You possess me, you can't control everything I have. Then his own soul was dispersed, and his body was completely controlled by others.

"I don't control you, I just store it in a system space, and then occasionally you help me complete some tasks to help me cultivate in the space. The old man with horns stretched out his hand and dragged it, and Kuang Dejun suddenly found himself in an infinite empty space with the fragrance of birds and flowers.