A person has one life in his life, and when he dies, he has nothing, and if he could live again, what would you do?

The question is simple, the protagonists of countless rebirth novels tell us that since we can live again, we must nip in the bud all the bad things that happen to us.

Although Zheng Wuming didn't want to talk to that madman Kronos, he had to admit that he was right, the current Zheng Wuming was Zheng Wuming, and the previous Zheng Wuming was dead, and he himself shot through his head with a gun.

Out of the room, Zheng Wuming came to the door of a room without any signs, pushed the door directly and walked in.

Compared to other rooms full of modern amenities, this room is a bit out of place, except for the electric lights, there are no electrical appliances, and the room is full of antique antique decoration.

Entering the room, Zheng Wuming didn't stop, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled on a thick book, and the bookshelves parted to both sides, revealing the passage behind him.

Compared to the quaint rooms outside, this is a different scene. The whole room is white, with various instruments arranged on the wall, and there is a bed in the center of the room. At the other end of the room, an old man in a white lab coat was fiddling with several bottles, containing various liquids, and a pungent smell would be smelled when you walked in.

"How did you get in?" The old man fiddled with the bottle in his hand and asked without looking back.

"Give me medicine." Zheng Wuming said.

"Medicine?" The old man put down the bottle, turned around, leaned on the test bench and looked at Zheng Wuming, and asked. "What medicine?"

"The medicine of death." Zheng Wuming said. "Don't tell me you don't know, I don't believe it."

"What do you know?" The old man asked with a smile.

"Genetic medicine." Zheng Wuming said in a deep voice. "The muscles of the Grim Reaper are very hard, but no matter how hard the muscles are, it is impossible to achieve the effect of automatic healing."

"What do you want it for?" The old man asked.

"I have my own plans." Zheng Wuming said in a deep voice.

He did have his own plans, of course, he did not drink for himself, but to use this medicine to build his own armament.

Although the ghost is powerful, it is not his own after all, and it is not practical to use it.

"It's unstable." The old man retracted his smile and said. "The Grim Reaper, is only the only one that has succeeded among thousands of experimenters - yes, No. 5 can enhance the body's muscle density and accelerate the speed of white blood cells, but its controllability is very low, not everyone who takes No. 5 can successfully survive, the success of the Reaper is based on the premise of thousands of deaths - the chance of one in a few thousand is even more, are you sure you want to give it a try?"

"Sure." Zheng Wuming nodded in great affirmation. "I want a lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"That's enough for tens of thousands of people." ――

A few hours of time were as sad as if they had survived for centuries for the king of kings and Zheng Xiao. It was only when it was completely dark that they were relieved.

"Brother Wang, when are we leaving?" Zheng Xiao asked softly. The place where they were hiding was the basement of a house in an abandoned fishing village, and although he knew that it was safe, he couldn't help but keep the sound to a minimum.

"Wait." The king of kings said, took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, it was already half past ten in the evening. In order to prevent the police from tracking his phone, the original mobile phone card has been replaced by him.

"How long will we have to wait?" Richard, who had been cowering in the corner, came over, looked at the king of kings with a crying voice, and said. "Brother Wang, please, let's leave now, I really can't wait."

"If you can't wait, you have to wait." The king of kings shouted in a low voice. "Where are you going out now? There must be a coast guard at sea now - wait, wait until the early hours of the morning, and we'll go to sea. ”

"I really can't take it anymore." Richard cried, and the crying was heartbreaking. He regrets it now, regrets that he had nothing to do with it. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Yan Murong hasn't really treated him well. When he was in the island country, he was also the first to provoke the incident, and he was beaten and beaten, that is, he lost a few teeth and lay down for half a month. It doesn't matter if he buys his own company, his father is still working in the company, which proves that he is not on the streets for the time being.

It's different now, this kind of big battle makes him scared to death. He has watched a TV series, "Prison Break", in which the protagonist's brother kills the vice president's younger brother and has to sit in an electric chair, so they kidnap the highest-ranking officials in China, and they can imagine what the end will be.

"What are you crying about, crying and crying when you go to the grave." The king of kings was annoyed by his howl, and couldn't help but scold. "I said it's okay, it's okay, we'll go to sea later, and we'll be safe on the high seas."

Compared with Richard, Zheng Xiao is quite calm, although his eyes are also full of horror, but he is not so much crying.

"Brother Wang, what about when we get to the high seas? Where to? ”

"Go to Africa." A flash of hatred flashed in the eyes of the king of kings, and he gritted his teeth and said. "The above gave us up, let's go to Africa first, find a small country to hide - by the way, you are in charge of money, take out the card, and I'll see."

Zheng Xiao didn't dare to delay, hurriedly took out his wallet, took out two cards from it and handed them to the king of kings.

The king of kings took the card and swiped it with his mobile phone, and his face, which was full of anticipation, suddenly became cloudy.

"Brother Wang, what's wrong?" Zheng Xiao asked strangely.

"Money, money gone." Wang Zhongwang looked at the bank card information displayed on his mobile phone, and his voice trembled a little. "Yan Murong is right, he is a praying mantis, and we are definitely not yellow sparrows."

As soon as he heard that the money was gone, Richard, who had just quieted down and was sobbing aside, suddenly howled again, and crawled towards the door of the basement with his hands and feet.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, my dad is just my son, I don't want to die, I'm going to turn myself in."

"You come back to me." The king of kings threw away the bank card in his hand, pulled Richard up, and shook his hand with two big mouths. "You turned yourself in? You have to die if you turn yourself in, you stay honest with me, and I'll find a way. ”

"No, I don't want to stay here, I'm going to turn myself in." Richard didn't pay any attention to what the king of kings said, and struggled to break free.

"You want to die?" The eyes of the king of kings were instantly full of murderous intent, and he grabbed Richard's neck. "If you want to die, I'll fulfill you - if you want to die, we don't want to die."

"Yo yo yo, it's so exciting."

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause at the door of the basement, and the door that had been closed was opened at some point, and a black figure appeared at the door.

"It took me a lot of time to find you." The dark shadow said. "Don't worry, don't worry, you're all dead anyway, come one by one."