The old man who picked up the scraps found a dozen bullets in this abandoned execution ground for an unknown number of years, and then sent them to the scrap yard along with some scrap metal. In the following period of time, Yang Hongtao was resold several times along with the bloodstained bullet, and finally in a small jewelry processing factory, the bullet was simply polished by the workers, and a small hole was punched in it, and a silver metal chain was worn, so Yang Hongtao turned into a pendant on a cheap trinket.

Being able to reintegrate into human society is definitely a happy event worth celebrating for Yang Hongtao, who has been trapped in the wasteland of the execution ground for more than three years. And it is even more joyful not to risk being thrown into a steel furnace and smelted to ashes. As for who he will buy in the future and whose personal jewelry he will become, Yang Hongtao doesn't care much except for some small expectations in his heart.

Within a few days, Yang Hongtao was packed and transported to a small department store in a neighboring city, where he was hung on a hook on the counter by the owner, watching the people in the mall come and go, silently enjoying the wonderful feeling of being overwhelmed by the crowd. After two years of being alone in the abandoned execution ground, Yang Hongtao was most afraid of the feeling of loneliness, and now compared to the past, it is simply like heaven.

Half a month later, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl bought the bullet ornament from the counter. It was a little Lori who looked very kawaii, but it was a pity that Yang Hongtao did not become the little girl's personal jewelry, but was re-branded with gorgeous packaging and given to her cousin as a gift.

The little girl's cousin's name is Zhou Ziwei, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, not tall or short, and her facial features are also Zhou Zheng, but her face is pale and her physique is weak.

Zhou Ziwei's family is obviously very rich, which can be seen from the extravagant scene of the banquet and the boldness of spending a lot of money. Seeing his generosity in rewarding the hotel waiters with 3,500 each, Yang Hongtao wondered if those colorful banknotes were printed by this guy himself at home, otherwise why wouldn't the dozen or dozen banknotes be taken out of his bag without feeling distressed at all?

It's just that after the banquet, seeing the appearance of the third grandson when this kid asked his half-brother Zhou Zixu for money, Yang Hongtao was extremely speechless again.

Ya is really an incompetent second ancestor, a loser who slaps a swollen face and fills a fat man!

Yang Hongtao originally thought that a guy like Zhou Ziwei, who wants to have a lot of face, would definitely not be interested in a small ornament worth more than a dozen yuan, but he didn't expect that when sorting out a lot of gifts at night, Zhou Ziwei was not very interested in a few gold and platinum jewelry, but he had a soft spot for this worthless bullet ornament, so he simply took off a jade pendant that was originally hanging on his neck, and directly put on the jewelry that Yang Hongtao was hiding in.

Following the new owner's side, Yang Hongtao finally saw how the rich and noble people lived. Zhou Ziwei's family is indeed very rich, and his father Zhou Zhengxiang runs a pharmaceutical-based group company, with total assets of more than one billion. With such a scale, even if it is far from Huang Lianshu, the richest man in Zhongdu, but in this small place in Dangyang, it can be regarded as a rich man.

It's just that Zhou Ziwei himself is too unskilled, as the eldest son in the family, more than half of the foundation created by his father will sooner or later fall into his pocket, but Zhou Ziwei has never learned since he was a child, and he said that he would not study if he did not graduate from high school. And relying on a few stinky money in his family, he usually eats, drinks, and gambles, except for personnel, almost all other bad things are done.

His father originally wanted to train him to take over the family business a few years ago, but as long as he gave Zhou Ziwei some power, this kid would inevitably be lawless and reckless, using the company's account as his own private ATM, and even went to Macau with a large amount of money to gamble. Fortunately, his father has been staring at people since he released power, and as soon as he realized that something was wrong, he immediately took back the delegated power, otherwise let this kid toss for a few more days, I am afraid that a branch will be bankrupt by this loser!

After doing this two or three times, Zhou Zhengxiang finally gave up on this son, and the surname Suo no longer cared about this son, and regularly put 20,000 or 30,000 yuan into Zhou Ziwei's account every month to give him pocket money, and he was no longer allowed to interfere in the company's affairs.

On the contrary to Zhou Ziwei, his younger brother Zhou Zixu is excellent in character and learning, never need to worry about the family, just returned from studying in the United States two years ago, he immediately served as the vice president of the Zhou Group, and after taking office, he performed even more well, and used some relationships established with foreign countries during the study abroad to directly enter the American market several of the company's main health care products, so that the development prospects of the Zhou Group are broader. This made Zhou Zhengxiang, who was over half a hundred years old, so happy that he praised this little son to the sky, and just waited for Zhou Zixu to be more familiar with the company's business and personnel, and he was ready to give him the position of president of the group company.

This person is afraid of comparison, if there is no capable younger son, then no matter how incompetent and loser Zhou Ziwei is, Zhou Zhengxiang will be disappointed at most, but compared with the younger son, he will feel more and more unpleasant when he looks at the eldest son, so he bought a decent house outside, and let Zhou Ziwei get married and move out early.

Now Zhou Ziwei has been married for more than a year, his wife Wang Xuewei is also in business at home, and his father-in-law is Zhou Zhengxiang's business partner, but the business is not as big as Zhou's Group, and he still needs to rely on the big tree of Zhou's Group to enjoy the shade. Therefore, the marriage of Zhou Ziwei and Wang Xuewei is basically a political marriage, and there is no emotional foundation between them, and even before marriage, the two have only met three times in total, and outsiders are present in these three times, as for dating alone...... That's something that hasn't happened at all.

After the banquet, Zhou Ziwei began to live a life of drinking and drinking, in addition to bathing centers, massage rooms, wine bars and restaurants, the women around him changed one after another, and there was no duplicate. Of course, these are mainly some escort girls who specialize in skin and flesh careers.

After returning home, Zhou Ziwei hardly said a word to his wife Wang Xuewei, although the two are nominally a couple, they seem to be inferior to neighbors who live in one unit. Although the neighborhood relationship in the city is relatively indifferent now, they can at least nod their heads to each other when they meet, but when this couple meets, they seem to be just a transparent shadow and ignore each other at all.

Yang Hongtao really doesn't understand, why does Zhou Ziwei let such a beautiful wife at home not love, instead of going in and out of erotic places to find those vulgar fans? To be honest, Yang Hongtao has seen a lot of beauties before he died, but in addition to the high-profile big stars in movies and television, he has never seen a woman as beautiful and temperamental as Wang Xuewei in his life, and Zhou Ziwei, this kid, lives under the same roof every day with this absolutely superb beauty, but he can still be interested in the crooked melons and bad dates that are swaggering all over the street, which makes Yang Hongtao very suspicious of whether this kid has a serious difference in aesthetics from normal people!

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"Zhou Dashao, you go slowly, next week the little sister will be born, Zhou Dashao remember to come and see people!"

Under the sun, a woman in front of the Spring Breeze Entertainment City with a thick grease powder on her face and dressed like a white bone spirit pulled Zhou Ziwei, who was awake from a hangover, to stare at it carefully, and then deceived two hundred-yuan bills from the pocket of the prodigal son, and then satisfactorily stuffed Zhou Ziwei, who was still a little dazed, into a taxi.

"The ...... by car Go to Guiming Garden Villa No. 7...... Hurry up! ”

Zhou Ziwei drank too much liquor last night, although he slept for a while after dawn, but at this time he still did not fully sober up, and when he went out of the door, he felt as if his head was about to crack, and he vaguely confessed to the taxi driver, and then tilted his head back, and fell asleep in the car. So much so that the taxi did not go to the address he reported at all, but turned a corner at the intersection in front of him and drove directly out of the city, and Zhou Ziwei was unaware.

The taxi drove out of the city for more than half an hour, and finally stopped next to a secluded winding mountain road, the black-faced taxi driver turned his head to look at Zhou Ziwei, who was still sleeping darkly on the back seat, shook his head gently, with a mocking smile on his face, but opened the door and got out of the car.

After the driver got out of the car, he first looked forward and backward vigilantly, and saw that there was no figure around, so he turned around and removed a thick seat cushion from the car, then turned around and opened the rear door, grabbed the car seat cushion with both hands, and pressed it the face of Zhou Ziwei, who was sleeping like a dead dog.

......A few seconds later, Zhou Ziwei, who was drunk in a puddle of mud, was finally awakened by the difficulty of breathing, and immediately instinctively struggled desperately. However, the taxi driver was prepared, bent one leg, and pressed Zhou Ziwei's body firmly with his knee, no matter how Zhou Ziwei fluttered, he couldn't lift the seat cushion on his head.

But after more than a minute of effort, Zhou Ziwei gradually stopped struggling, and then his body slowly became stiff. However, the taxi driver still had no intention of stopping, and still pressed the car seat cushion on Zhou Ziwei's head to prevent Zhou Ziwei from relieving himself after letting go.

However, the taxi driver's worries were obviously a little unnecessary, just because Zhou Ziwei's body that had been hollowed out by wine could not withstand this kind of long-term suffocation injury, and when he stopped struggling not long after, an illusory shadow slowly rose from Zhou Ziwei's corpse, fluttering through the roof of the car, directly exposed to the scorching sun.

"Ahh

A terrible cry came from mid-air, it was the painful howl of Zhou Ziwei's soul when it was scorched by the sun, but the cry of the soul had its own unique rhythm, and the taxi driver certainly couldn't hear it. However, Yang Hongtao, who is also a pure soul body, heard it clearly, and was infected by this desperate cry, and even gave birth to a feeling of sadness for the dead rabbit and the fox.

How to say that Yang Hongtao has also been with Zhou Ziwei for a few months, although Zhou Ziwei's behavior is a little worse, which makes Yang Hongtao look down on him, but after getting along for so long day and night, he still has a little bit of affection, so seeing Zhou Ziwei's soul suffering from the pain of being scattered in the sun little by little made Yang Hongtao very unbearable, so Yang Hongtao once again silently recited the magical six-character mantra in the depths of his soul.

One by one, the characters radiating divine aura bloomed from the bullet ornament hanging on Zhou Ziwei's chest, and then turned into six white halos with a diameter of more than ten meters in the air, enveloping the broken soul that was dying and struggling under the sun without any suspense......

When Zhou Ziwei's soul was purified into pure soul energy and a wisp of scattered memories under the action of the six-character mantra and forcibly integrated into Yang Hongtao's soul, and was slowly absorbed by Yang Hongtao as a part of his soul, the taxi driver finally let go of the car seat cushion that had been pressing on Zhou Ziwei's face, and then reached out to test Zhou Ziwei's snort, confirming that Zhou Ziwei was indeed dead, and then reached out and touched Zhou Ziwei's body, and found the wallet for himself. After that, he picked up the corpse and threw it into the grass on the side of the road on the lower side of the winding road, raised his foot and kicked it hard, and the corpse suddenly turned into a rolling gourd, and rolled down the hillside with a slope of nearly 40 degrees.

The dry branches and sharp stones in the grass kept cutting holes on Zhou Ziwei's corpse, and the blood that had not yet cooled and coagulated slowly poured out along these newly opened wounds, and soon stained Zhou Ziwei's brand-name casual clothes with blood.

When Zhou Ziwei's body finally got stuck under a low tree and stopped rolling down the hillside, the thick blood had completely soaked the tattered placket on his chest, and the bullet that had been wearing his chest was also dyed a shocking blood red.

And at the moment when the blood water touched the bullet, Yang Hongtao suddenly felt that the invisible force that had been holding him firmly in the bullet began to loosen, and his heart moved slightly, and he was busy concentrating on condensing a powerful soul power and trying his best to shake it.

With a "pop--", the small bullet that had been restrained for three years actually cracked a small gap under Zhou Ziwei's full struggle, and at the same time, the invisible mysterious network shrouded in the surface of the bullet also broke apart. Although the length of this gap is less than two millimeters, it is tantamount to a door to freedom for Yang Hongtao, who is trapped in it.

Yang Hongtao didn't hesitate, and rushed out without hesitation the moment he saw the bullet crack. At this time, the gap in the bullet head was facing the chest of Zhou Ziwei's corpse, so Yang Hongtao's soul naturally penetrated into Zhou Ziwei's corpse the moment he rushed out of the bullet. Subsequently...... Yang Hongtao felt a tingling pain all over his body!

Worst! Could it be that I have not been burned by the sun's rays because of the mysterious web on the bullet head? Wouldn't it be tantamount to killing myself to escape from the bullet now!

Because the soul body does not have flesh and blood, it is generally impossible to feel pain at all, but at this time, Yang Hongtao felt a tingling pain all over his body, and he naturally thought that this was caused by the direct irradiation of the sun, which was the most serious damage to the soul body. Fearing that he would be in danger of losing his soul if he was exposed to the sun for a few more moments, he could no longer care about pursuing any freedom, so he hurriedly turned around, intending to return to the bullet and hide.

But when Yang Hongtao turned his head, he suddenly found that his perspective had seriously deviated from just now. Originally, as a soul body, he had no eyes, but Yang Hongtao could clearly feel everything within a radius of ten meters around him with his soul energy. That is to say, Yang Hongtao used soul energy to sense the world, and at this time his perspective could reach three hundred and sixty degrees, but now, ...... Yang Hongtao could only see the scene in one direction in front of him, and the bullet was not within his field of view at all.

This...... What the hell is going on?

Yang Hongtao's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked down at his chest, and suddenly saw a blood-stained bullet hanging on his ragged chest swinging gently......