Prologue

A young man wearing a black duck tongue pushed his hand through the iron door of the warehouse and turned on the light inside.

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire warehouse, and a gray cloth bag placed in the center of the place without knowing what it contained moved violently, constantly making a "humming" sound.

The young man took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, then pulled out a lighter. His hands were a little shaky, and he didn't light the fire several times. In the end, it is done with two hands.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette and calmed his mood. Then he looked at his watch and watched its stopwatch tick and tick.

He walked over to the sack and crouched down to untie the rope from the mouth of the sack. Then he stepped back, revealing a sturdy man tied inside, about 40 years old, with a fat face, a bald head from overindulgence, his eyes covered with a black cloth, and his mouth gagged.

He struggled hard, but his body was held by the strong hand of the youth.

The young man took out the man's mouth.

"Who are you? Dare to kidnap Lao Tzu? Do you know who Lao Tzu is?"

The young man smiled disdainfully, bit his cigarette and said, "Hehe, Master Yang Ming, the head of the Yang family, who doesn't know him."

"I know, if you don't let me go, no one in this world will dare to mess with our Yang family."

The young man was silent and spat out a cigarette, which slowly drifted into the air, suppressing his anger. He reached out and undid the man's dark blindfold.

"Don't you really want to know who I am?"

Yang Ming slowly opened his eyes, and then the flesh on his face involuntarily began to tremble, his eyes widened, and he was full of horror.

"Four years ago, the fire you set burned my family, but it didn't include me. You went around investigating and hunting me down, and then you knew that I lived next to your house, staring at you every day. ”

"He Bing, you ········"

The young man named He Bing had a murderous face, his eyes flashing with the flame of revenge, and said, "What? Don't you quibble? Say you didn't do anything, though I won't believe it. Do you know that I waited four years and finally chose to kill you today? ”

"You can't kill me, I have a tracker on me, you will be found immediately, and you can't escape if you kill me." Yang Ming roared.

"Did you know I'm an adult?" He Bing showed a weird smile, he liked to see Yang Ming's face slowly turn pale, "You can leave this world." ”

"He Bing, listen to me, as long as you let me go, I can give you everything you want."

"There's no need, I don't want to stay in this world anymore."

He Bing let Yang Ming keep talking about the conditions, and didn't speak, he glanced at his watch again, then stood up, took a bucket of oil from the broken car outside, and poured the oil on his head despite Yang Ming's hoarse begging.

"I'll let you try it too, the taste of being burned by the flames." He Bing gritted his teeth and said.

Yang Ming already knew that his fate was doomed, and began to scold.

"He Bing, you brute, what is the difference between you and me. Come on! Kill me, do you think you'll be fine if you escape from this world? That world is crueler. Hahaha. ”

He Bing turned around and started to walk out, he had already heard the rumbling sound of the cars in the distance, and Yang Ming's family had come to save him.

"You kill my whole family, and I kill only you."

He Bingdao.

He threw the cigarette butt in his hand at Yang Ming, watched the flames ignite, turned around and rode on the motorcycle.

Yang Ming began to let out a miserable scream, He Bing wanted to listen to it for a while, but he knew it was too late. He started his engine and went as fast as he could.

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The motorcycle was speeding in the business district, followed by a bunch of black cars, He Bing was very familiar with this place, using the alley to go around and around, and throw off the farts behind him.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the destination, it was a dilapidated residential area, he quickly climbed the stairs, this is a building, he hid like a dog for a few years, and finally boldly chose here, not far from here, is Yang Ming's big business, Yang Ming will pass by here every time, but never know that He Bing, who has been worried in his heart, is hiding under his nose.

He Bing climbed to the fifth floor, panting and lying on the door, the key in his hand fell to the ground, his hands trembled, he knew that someone must be able to track him down, and he would come over soon. The door was finally opened, and he closed it as soon as he entered, blocking the door with a dragging refrigerator and sofa.

He hurriedly turned on a pod-type device, which was full of data cables, surrounding the platform more than two meters long in the middle, and he put a helmet on his head, which was also full of data cables.

The helmet and the silo equipment are one, He Bing was lying on the platform, panting violently, looking at the ceiling, waiting.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were gunshots and screams outside, and the people of the Yang family killed all those who got in the way. Someone climbed the stairs, and He Bing seemed to hear footsteps.

He fumbled with his phone in his pocket and sent out messages in a group chat room.

Ice Soul: "I'm ready, what about you?"

Reminiscing: "Big brother, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Fengyi: "Where did you go, I thought you suddenly didn't want to come in?"

Ghost Swordsman: "Big brother, are you going to fool around again?"

Ice Soul: "Haha, I just went out and set a fire, okay, let's go in together."

Someone was pushing the door, and when they found it blocked, they started hitting it with their bodies, kicking with their feet, making loud noises.

He Bing pressed the button.

"Ding, do you choose to enter the [Second World]?"

"Yes."

"The test is an adult and can enter. Your spirit will be transmitted into the Second World in digital form, and will live there forever. Do you want to confirm it?"

"Confirm."

Countdown.

“10”

“9”

“8”

"Click!" The door cracked and was about to break. He Bing glanced at it and said silently: "Hurry up, hurry up."

“7”

“6”

“5”

The door shattered in half with a bang, and a strong man poked his head and half his body in, gun in hand.

"Damn, he's going to enter the Second World."

The strong man looked surprised.

"Shoot him, let him go, we're all going to die."

“4”

“3”

Bang, a shot hit He Bing in the chest. He Bing snorted in pain, feeling his heart pierced, and blood gushing out of his throat.

“2”

“1”

“0”

He Bing's eyes were dark, there was no sound around him, he was in a daze, he didn't know if he was dead or had successfully entered the [Second World].

The boundless darkness, not being able to think, can only feel one's own existence, maybe death is the same, everything is reduced to nothingness. Even if it is worth dying, the family revenge is avenged, and the goal of his life is gone. But the best of his time was spent in revenge, which made him feel that this life was too wasteful. If he could, of course he wanted to use the rest of his time to carve out a world of his own.

A stream of green data, slowly lighting up the darkness.

"Ding, welcome to the second world]" the system made a sweet sound.

He Bing wanted to laugh wildly, laughing loudly, laughing desperately.

Goodbye, that cruel world.