That night, Zhang Meng was lying in bed, he recalled the trip to Taklamakan three years ago, and now when he thinks about it, it really seems like a nightmare.

He clenched his fist hard, but felt a feeling of weakness coming from the place of the fist.

The three years of lying in bed have weakened his body to a limit.

He looked at his arm, and there was almost nothing left on it, and he could even see the bones holding the flesh inside.

Those muscles and something, almost all of them have atrophied by more than sixty or seventy percent, he didn't pay attention to it before, and now he was really shocked when he saw his body.

The next day, Zhang Meng went to the ground early in the morning, he was really a little unaccustomed, his feet were trembling desperately, and it seemed that the fragile bones could not support the weight of the body at any time and collapse.

Zhao San clenched his fists from a distance and looked at Zhang Meng, desperately cheering him up.

"Little Mengzi take your time, the doctor said that you can only rely on this kind of slow exercise to recover your body now, you have to walk for half an hour every day, not too much, not too little."

Zhao San said loudly.

Zhang Meng gritted her teeth and stepped out step by step, the feeling was really a bit like that of an old man in his twilight years walking.

Half an hour has passed, Zhang Meng has already been sweating, and looking at him like that is not much more than that kind of intense exercise.

"The third uncle is starving, can I eat meat today, hurry up and get some meat to eat." Zhang Meng's stomach screamed desperately, and he stared at Zhao San pitifully.

"The meal is good, but it may not be your share."

Zhao San stared at Zhang Meng with a somewhat weird smile and said, looking at Zhao San like that, Zhang Meng suddenly had a little ominous premonition.

"Little master, the meal is here."

Outside the door, Aunt He's voice came in, and she brought in the soup that was clear and visible all night, or water at all.

"Wait, Aunt He, you just said this is rice?" Zhang Meng was dumbfounded.

"That's right, the doctor said, you can only drink water mixed with glucose and protein powder to replenish energy, and you can't eat anything else, otherwise you may have an intestinal infarction, and you have to wait for your large intestine to start peristalsis before you can eat normally."

Aunt He was nagging, ignoring Zhang Meng who was petrified next to her.

"And how long will I have to eat this 'meal'?"

"About a month."

When Zhang Meng heard it, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fell down with his head straight behind.

For the next month, Zhang Meng spent this painful life, he could only exercise for half an hour every day, and he could only drink three bowls of water with glucose and protein powder a day. And Zhao San also took a big chicken leg to nibble next to Zhang Meng from time to time, which was said to promote Zhang Meng's stomach to squirm quickly.

So much so that when Zhang Meng drank porridge on the first day a month later, tears of emotion flowed down instantly, and a mouthful of porridge in his mouth was chewed for half a day and he was reluctant to drink it.

Although he has experienced some hardships, this scientific approach has also made Zhang Meng's body recover quickly, and after half a year, the muscles of Zhang Meng's body have begun to expand slightly, and there is no longer the feeling of skin and bones before.

"Okay, pull-ups fifteenth, sixteenth...... Twenty, yes, you stinky boy didn't have such a good body before, and now it's almost recovered. Zhao San kicked Zhang Meng's ass and said with a smile.

Zhang Meng was lying on the ground like a dead dog, he clenched his fist, half a year has passed, and now the feeling of powerlessness has all disappeared, Zhang Meng feels that his current physical state is not inferior even compared to his previous peak body.

"Third uncle, have you heard any news from the mainland, is there any news about Ye Jiu and the fat man?"

Zhang Meng asked suddenly.

"The news of the fat man is that this guy seems to be engaged in a drum and fake business on the side of Xi'an Antique Street. But Ye Jiu's news is difficult to find, the Ye family's recent forces have all shrunk, and our spies close to the Ye family have all been eliminated, and there is no way to get in at all. However, from the perspective of the peripheral forces, a large part of the Ye family's territory has been encroached upon by some forces that suddenly appeared, as if they didn't care about these places at all......

Zhao San also lay down and crossed Erlang's legs and analyzed.

"If you really tell you this, Ye Ba is dead, this situation is possible, with Ye Jiu's current methods, it is still too difficult to control the entire Ye family."

"Well, this one too."

Zhang Meng also nodded and agreed with Zhao San's statement.

"By the way, do you kid feel anything strange about this body?"

Zhao San stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh on Zhang Meng's face, and then said curiously.

Zhang Meng angrily pushed Zhao San's hand away, he looked at his right arm, the muscle texture, and the feeling of the body, he couldn't find the slightest discomfort at all, or that the hand should have been his.

If it weren't for the incomparably clear memories before, the pain of a broken arm, and the feeling of being shot at the end, maybe Zhang Meng would really doubt whether what he had experienced before was real.

"Third Uncle, do you think I'm really just a copy?"

Zhang Meng asked suddenly, at that time Ye Jiu told him that he was just a monster, Zhang Meng was suddenly a little afraid that after more than ten years, he would become that kind of monster like Ye Jiu.

"I don't know, at least I haven't found any flaws in you yet."

Zhao San said heartlessly.

"Third uncle, if we go to Xi'an, I miss the fat guy a little."

Zhao San's face changed suddenly, and he hesitated for a moment before he spoke:

"Isn't it nice to stay in Hong Kong?"

"What's the matter, Uncle San, do you know something?" When Zhang Meng saw Zhao San's appearance, he hurriedly asked.

"Ah Meng, this time the matter involves some taboo things, it may be okay in Hong Kong, but this matter in the mainland is definitely one of the top secret things! We couldn't guess the intention of the mainland government in sending you back to Hong Kong three years ago, but the intention of sending you back should not be so simple. ”

Zhao San said with a frown.

The involvement of this matter is too great, and he still didn't understand why the mainland government would be so stirring up the people, but when Zhang Meng told them everything, Zhao San felt shocked. Whether it is reproduction, rebirth, or ancient high-tech civilization, these things are enough to touch the sensitive nerves of a country.

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