Wang Heng floated and fell in chaos.

He tried desperately to recall who he was, his hometown, or everything that would keep him clear, but an unspeakable force hindered him, and he could only recall something intermittently, then quickly forget and start again.

Chaos interfered with him, and he couldn't even think about his own form of existence.

Until a gentle but majestic voice sounded: "O dead soul, who has no place to return and no place to go, now give you a place to stay."

My name, Bishamon.

Hold the name and keep it here.

Change your name and surname, and become my servant.

In the name of training, the sound is the instrument.

Obey my orders, for my artifact.

It's called Heng.

The instrument is balanced.

Call the name Hengma! ”

The world suddenly opened up, the fog in his mind was dispelled, Wang Heng raised his head in ignorance, and saw a blonde woman with majesty and gentleness on her beautiful face.

The woman smiled softly at him: "Starting today, please advise more." ”

Wang Heng looked at her beautiful cheeks in a daze, and subconsciously replied, "Please advise more." ”

Then there was a sneer from the side: "What a rude guy, as an artifact of the god lord, can't you do it even if you swear allegiance at the simplest level?" ”

Wang Heng turned his head to look over, and it was an old man wearing a wide robe, his wrinkles full of seriousness and slight dissatisfaction.

The blonde woman smiled at the old man soothingly: "Break, don't be like this, Heng just woke up from obscurantism, he doesn't know anything, and he still has to rely on your guidance, don't scare him." ”

smiled at Wang Heng again: "Heng, don't be nervous, there is no malice, it's just too rigid." ”

Wang Heng had no choice but to nod and said to the old man: "I'm sorry, I don't understand the situation yet, and I have to trouble your guidance." ”

Broken slightly bowed, still serious: "I will tell you what you need to know as soon as possible, and I hope you will also try to adapt as soon as possible." ”

Then he bowed to the blonde woman, "Lord Bishamen, then, I will take him down first." ”

Bishamen's gaze turned around Wang Heng twice, "um", and said a little tiredly: "Broken, I'm sorry for you." ”

Bow down: "Where is the duty." ”

……

Wang Heng looked at the clouds outside the window in a daze.

It's been two days since he woke up in the chaos, and under the guidance of the break, he has a rough understanding of the current situation.

He was originally a necromancy, commonly known as a "ghost".

But the blonde woman, one of the Seven Lucky Gods, was transformed into her artifact by the power of Bishamonten.

Since it is an artifact, then naturally only gods are qualified to use it.

Bishamonten is a god, or to be precise, the blonde woman is the current owner of the priesthood of "Bishamonten", inheriting the name of the god.

And the artifact, which complements the gods, can be said to be the strongest power of the gods, and its power is also strange, according to the assertion, his power is a "verdict", and the body is a scale.

And Wang Heng ...... His body is a ruler, yes, a ruler used to measure the length.

In fact, if you look at the name, it is a bit strange that "weighing" weighs weight rather than length.

Although he didn't say anything, Wang Heng could still see disappointment and contempt in his eyes, what can a ruler do?

Wang Heng did not respond to this.

He is still in the process of retrieving his memories.

The day he was subdued, his memories were in a state of confusion, and he didn't know how many memories Bishamon had seen of him.

But two days passed, and he roughly clarified his memory.

Wang Heng, a native of Huaxia, 22 years old, graduated from an ordinary university, joined the company for a month, and died of an electrical leak.

It's not much different from an average college graduate, except that he can see something special.

It is also commonly known as the yin and yang eyes.

If he is willing, with the ability to communicate yin and yang, he will definitely be able to open a harem in the city, but since he was a child, he doesn't know if it's a coincidence or another reason, he is used to seeing death.

At first, it was family, then friends, and then the love that was tasted at a glance also passed by death, which can be called a lonely star.

Then he began to work on his own, using the money left by his family and part-time jobs during the winter and summer vacations to finish college.

When he entered society and planned to live this life alone, fate played a joke on him.

As a newcomer, when I was working overtime with the help of the company's old people, the circuit was damaged, which caused a fire.

When the tongue of fire spread and came to him along all kinds of utensils, he seemed to see the death after four years of college and smile at him again.

Accustomed to seeing death, he is indifferent to the boundary between life and death, but there are others around him after all.

So he mechanically and calmly operated according to the standard of fire avoidance, and brought himself and the company's seniors who took good care of him to the door.

Two more steps will be enough to escape.

Then, like the standard plot of a movie, a beam fell down.

If it hits, the twenty-seven or eighteen, quite charming female senior has absolutely no reason to survive.

However, Wang Heng was prepared for the trick of fate, and pushed her out of the door, and then he was suppressed.

He pushed the beam around his waist hard, and both common sense and physical sensation told him that he couldn't push this desperate beam.

So he gave up the struggle and lay on the floor that was getting hotter.

After a long sigh of relief, Wang Heng laughed instead, this time it was finally no one else who died in front of him.

The beautiful female senior shouted at him with tears on her face, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

She wanted to rush in to help him, but since the movie was on, the dog's blood would not stop - another large pile of incendiary material smashed down, cutting off her and his way.

Wang Heng wanted to wave at her, but his strength was gradually draining, so he could only smile at her reluctantly.

I don't know if she can see it through the heat wave, but she probably can't see it.

Wang Heng felt a little apologetic in his heart.

Because that charming woman may be remembered for the rest of her life because of this event, but he does not deserve it and does not expect her to remember it.

Maybe Wang Heng does have a good impression of her, but most of them are to the extent that they are interested, at most because of her care, but if it continues to develop normally, it will definitely end without a problem.

He saves people more out of "tired" or "resentful" emotions, and is by no means driven by a beautiful character or a fascinating relationship.

In other words, he only came to the rescue out of his own will and interests, but he wanted to carve a lot of marks on the hearts of others.

Wang Heng didn't think it was fair.

It didn't take long for the pain in his lower back to dissipate, and the suffocation from the lack of oxygen, and the scorching of the floor where the temperature was already enough to roast meat, brought him even more pain.

He may have ignored death, but the pain was still unbearable, and he wanted to scream loudly to vent his pain, but the oxygen and his throat did not allow it, and only made the "ho-ho" sound of a dying man.

Before he lost consciousness, he thought that maybe not howling would make the beautiful senior feel better.

Then, the life of the Tiansha Lone Star named "Wang Heng" came to an end, leaving only a woman who may never forget him and a world that will soon forget him.