The huge stone slab originally had no paintings or words, but when Wang Duofu approached, its surface gradually condensed into words:

"Do you want to be born again?"

"Do you want to regain the beauty of yesterday?"

"Have those daily routines that you once didn't care about now become the fetters of your heart?"

"But your former flesh has long since perished, and now it has returned to the earth like withered grass."

"So what kind of new identity do you want to live in the world again, to make up for those unfinished regrets?"

"According to your gender, race, nationality and other basic information before your death, the 'Tree of Life' has selected 3 alternative identities for you to choose freely in advance."

"1. Gu Feng, male, 28 years old, Chinese, bachelor degree, single, currently working in a company as a middle-level manager."

"2. Yuan Qin, male, 20 years old, Chinese, sophomore in the law department of a key university, single."

"3. Song Shaoqian, male, 24 years old, Chinese, unemployed, married, son of Song Xingguo, a well-known real estate entrepreneur in a city."

Wang Duofu glanced at his lips and smiled evilly:

"Hmph, do you still need to choose this?"

"One is a promising young man who relies on his own struggle and walks step by step to the middle position of the company."

"One is a sophomore in his prime, with a bright future and infinite possibilities."

"So I choose 3 to be a rich second generation who gnaws at ease and carefree."

Hearing that Wang Duofu finally couldn't change his, and said this sentence that she expected might appear, the "little tree" beside him who reappeared was covering his forehead in pain at the moment, feeling deeply ashamed of his nominal master.

And the pitch-black slate seemed to be suddenly stunned by Wang Duofu's unbounded turn at this time, so that the words that should be displayed next did not appear in the first place.

Silent.

An eerie silence abruptly descended on this sacred resurrection ritual.

Wang Duofu saw that this person didn't mean anything, so he coughed lightly, and said:

"Anyway, your ideas are not developed enough! Isn't it known as a god-level AI? Isn't Uncle Jobs the creative director? Why is the setting for the resurrection still so pedantic? ”

"Oh, I'm Chinese, do I have to be Chinese after being reborn? I won't talk about him, okay, you even limited me to gender options, so what else to choose, what else to choose? No freedom at all, bad review! ”

"If it's what you want, then what's it? This kind of rule is to restrict people like you, you perverted maggot, to die, die! ”

"Little Tree" complained wildly in her heart, but it seemed that for some reason, in short, when she appeared in front of the pitch-black slate, "Little Tree" rarely showed a girlish and reserved, and polite.

Two seconds later, the pitch-black slate continued to display the text as if it had not heard the second half of Wang Duofu's words at all:

"Okay, now that you've made your choice, ......"

"Let's be born again!!"

As the last few words appeared, an ancient, desolate voice emanated from within the pitch-black stone slab.

At this time, Wang Duofu only felt a deep and tired sleepiness, which had unconsciously enveloped his whole body.

He only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his body seemed to fall towards the dark abyss below the surface of the lake.

Fell.

……

Wang Duofu woke up in darkness, he felt that his eyelids were still very heavy and heavy, difficult to open, as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare, his mind was extremely clear, but his body seemed to be suppressed by something invisible, unable to move.

A clear feeling gradually came, he heard the "tick~tick~" of some instrument, he smelled the faint incense in the air mixed with the smell of disinfectant water, he felt the deep exhaustion of his limbs all the time, but the only thing he could control at the moment was a small thumb.

Wang Duofu silently felt everything around him, and then suddenly, he tried in vain to fight against the heavy eyelids with his strong willpower.

"Open up! Open your eyes! ”

In that silent roar, he finally succeeded in forcing his eyes open, and the whole person immediately got rid of the muddy state and woke up.

The first thing that caught his eye was a patch of white, and it was the ceiling.

As his gaze shifted, he saw more things, televisions, plain cabinets, and more, the unnamed instruments that surrounded him.

"It's a ward."

Wang Duofu soon came to the conclusion of the preliminary observation in his mind.

"And it's the kind of intensive care unit that looks very high-end."

The reason why Wang Duofu came to this conclusion is that he did not smell the peculiar smell of the hospital in the air, and although the decoration style was simple, it was still a luxury that he could not see in a normal hospital ward.

"What's wrong with me?"

Wang Duofu felt that he had a headache, and the memory fragments of the original owner began to emerge wildly.

In those intermittent images, Wang Duofu sees a young man driving a modified Toyota 86 speeding through the deserted streets at midnight.

He was accompanied by five or six modified sedans that were sprayed with exaggerated coatings, and popular modified models such as the Subaru BRZ and Mitsubishi LancerEvo were impressively listed.

Through the rearview mirror, Wang Duofu can vaguely see the handsome and handsome face of "himself" - his facial features are very profound, the bridge of his nose is high, his eyes are smart, and his eyelids are also obvious.

But his facial features at the moment are slightly distorted because of extreme excitement, and his expression as a whole shows a crazy, distorted, and sickly terrible side.

He pressed the throttle to the bottom, and the roar of the engine broke the silence of the night like a terrifying monster.

He's rich, no, his father is rich, to be exact.

This money is so much that he is at a loss to squander his useless life.

His afterglow unconsciously looked out the window, the trees, the dark and silent shopping mall, the unfinished real estate, all the scenery was rapidly retreating, flying back together, as if there was still his life.

He could clearly feel that his car was shaking slightly because of the speed of the car, but in his field of vision, his car seemed to be a burning steel troll, carrying his illusory dreams, galloping on a battlefield that did not exist.

They galloped and burned together, and they burned together, along with his adrenaline as a driver.

In that rush of pushing his back, he felt that his soul and body had entered another realm.

At the corner, he clearly felt that his car was on the verge of losing control, but he had no intention of stopping, and after switching to a new path with a non-standard drift, he tried to slam on the accelerator and continue to gallop that made him feel enchanted.

But it is clear that his wish did not come true.

Bump, flip, stun!

In a suffocating and intense shaking, the picture in front of Wang Duofu's eyes finally came to an abrupt end.

After a long silence, Wang Duofu finally said in his heart:

"Fuck, it's not appropriate to put a good rich second generation, but I just learn to drag race, I really won't die if I don't die!"