The vast sea stretched as far as the eye could see, the dark clouds were gloomy and terrifying, the muffled thunder was deafening, and the miserable thunder python and electric snake ruthlessly tore apart the night, shining on the lonely dilapidated fishing boats in the noisy sea.

The tyrannical raindrops poured down like arrows, the wind howled fiercely, and the raging waves more than ten meters high were like the arms of the mythical titan giant Supersky, lifting the fishing boat high and smashing it down.

"This damn storm! This damn garbage radio! ”

The captain of the ship angrily bit the inferior cigarette in his mouth, and watched the group of lean sailors on the deck, struggling to pull the thick hemp rope on the railing,

Absolutely no return,

Because it was a stowaway, more accurately, a stowaway ship that set sail from Malaysia to the Ameritan West Coast city of Gotham.

The passengers on the ship are naturally poor people who are frustrated in Nanyang and want to pursue the American dream. After handing over half of the smuggler's life savings, they stepped into the bilge of the dilapidated fishing boat with anxiety and expectation.

Rumble!

Bucket-thick lightning struck the mast at the top of the fishing boat, and in an instant, the hull made of steel and iron bones was illuminated through, and the brilliant ripples visible to the naked eye spread from the top of the mast all the way down into the bottom bilge of the fishing boat.

The melody of the loud voice continued to reverberate, and the Chinese young man who was originally cowering in the corner of the bilge frowned slightly, and a trace of puzzle flashed in his eyes.

This sixteen-year-old boy named Li Ang, his ancestor was originally from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, China, and went to Nanyang during the troubled times and famine.

It's a pity that the descendants of the family fell into the middle of the road, and by the generation of Li Ang's father, the family property had been lost, and it was a bad gambler, so he actually put all the remaining title deeds into the casino and lost it.

Under the poverty of Li Ang's mother, he died of depression, and his father, who was addicted to gambling, was later cut down because of his old man, and the donkeys borrowed by Li's father rolled on the loan shark and refused to stop, saying that the father and son would pay the debt, and threatened to dig three feet into the ground to pull Li Ang out, so that he could sell his waist first to make up for the loan shark, and make an example of the monkey.

Fortunately, before the loan sharks caught him, Li Ang gritted his teeth and pawned a pair of jade bracelets that his mother secretly left for him, and after raising a sum of money, he fled and boarded the smuggling boat sailing to a foreign land.

It's just that the rest of the stowaways who were nesting in the bilge with him couldn't imagine that this ordinary Chinese teenager was shocked by Fang Cai's thunder and lightning, and he actually awakened the memories of his previous life.

"It's been a thousand years......"

The timid young man, who had been cowering, suddenly stood up from the quail-like stowaways, walked to the round window in three or two steps, and looked out the window at the tumbling and churning waves through the dirty and blurred glass.

At this moment, Li Ang's face has completely faded from the immaturity of youth, and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes flashed with a deep light like an abyss and a sea.

In his previous life, he was a Qi practitioner who lived in seclusion in the mountains during the Han Dynasty, specializing in changing into Zhu Yan, gluttony, Qiqi, Qilin and other wild beasts.

Before the oil ran out, he used the method of military solution and threw his soul into reincarnation, hoping that one day he could awaken his memory and re-embark on the path.

The young man stared at the slightly darkened Chinese teenager in the mirror, and muttered to himself in the official dialect of Luoyang in the Han Dynasty: "The vicissitudes of life are human beings, since this is the case, I will give up my name in my previous life and call myself 'Li Ang' from now on." ”

He smiled calmly, walked back to the crowded bilge, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and wanted to sense the aura of heaven and earth, but unexpectedly found that the thunderstorm area that should be full of aura was actually like a desert, and only at the moment when the thunder and lightning fell, there were only one or two traces of thin spiritual power.

Li Ang's brow furrowed, retrieving the memories in his mind.

Originally from King Wu's war, the aura of heaven and earth gradually collapsed, and in the Han Dynasty, there was still King Huainan cultivating the Tao and flying immortals, and Zhang Daoling established the Five Doumi Sect, and in the Tang and Song dynasties, there was not much magic left in the world.

In modern society, human beings are expanding rapidly, and the barren mountains and remote areas that were originally considered blessed by the heavens have been ruthlessly encroached upon by the steel city, and it is even more difficult to cultivate.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and a monk allows her to cultivate to the sky, and there is no aura and it is a castle in the air.

"Alas, it's a bad fate."

Li Ang secretly made one or two handprints, and hurriedly gathered a few wisps of faint aura before the thunderstorm ended, gathering them to the sea of eyebrows.

In his previous life, he dabbled in a wide range of things and learned a lot of things, from the righteous and brilliant Taoist heart method, to the secret collection of Buddhism in one flower and one world, and even knew a little about the poisonous evil Gu art in the Southern Wilderness and the shaman witch spell in the Northern Desert.

The clouds disappeared, and the raging waves that had just looked like the end of the world disappeared in a few breaths, and the calm sea was as calm as if it were a world away, leaving only a lonely crescent moon dotting the starry sky.

The night view of the brightly lit metropolis in the far distance shocked the ship's boss and picked up the radio to contact the connector of Gotham Harbor.

The storm had helped the stowaways so much that it was impossible for the Coast Guard stationed on the West Coast to patrol at this time, and the ship's boss cheered up and beckoned the sailors to carefully dodge the searchlights of Gotham Harbor and silently sail to the dark corners where the light could not reach.

Click,

The trapdoor of the bilge was opened, and the disheveled and embarrassed sailors shouted to the stowaways: "When you reach your destination, you will be quiet when you go ashore, can you hear clearly?" ”

Everyone looked at each other and nodded silently.

The captain of the boat turned on the walkie-talkie and muttered a few words, and a medium-sized refrigerated fish truck marked "Miles Company" slowly drove towards the shore where the fishing boat was docking.

A strong black man with a big waist and a round face got out of the driver's seat of the truck, exchanged a few words with the captain of the boat, and asked the sailors to lead the stowaways into the truck compartment.

Li Ang was crowded among the stowaways, since he planned to practice for a long time, he needed an identity that could live in peace, and he would follow the crowd for the time being to see how the situation was.

The truck started its engine, and the Nanyang smugglers crammed into the carriage whispered to each other, talking about the beautiful life to come.

There are well-paying jobs, there is sound infrastructure, and there is little hope in the homeland.

Is that really the case?

Li Ang endured the sour smell of not taking a bath for dozens of days, and a playful sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.

Gotham, I'm coming.