"Master, why has no one ever been able to successfully cast the Soul Leaping Heavenly Gate?"

"Because no one can maintain their sanity under the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring their hearts, and no one is willing to pay this price just to fight for this one in a billion chance!"

What is the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring hearts?

What is the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring hearts?

What is the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring hearts?

"Ah......h

In the heart-rending screams, Zhou Yang turned over and sat up.

Sweat-soaked quilt.

The afterglow of the setting sun is coming out of the half-hidden window**, dyeing the headboard of the windowsill with an ominous dark red.

Open textbooks, half-written homework, pens with hats drawn, rulers missing a corner, piled up on the desktops of old desks.

The line of sight extends along the tabletop, and a slightly darkened white gray wall is pasted with a poster of a star.

It was his favorite pop star when he was in middle school, and he always dreamed of going to a live concert of the singer.

One corner of the poster is a little upturned.

There should be a brown paper envelope hidden in it, which contains 863 yuan, which is the private money he has secretly saved in the past two years.

He subconsciously reached out and pressed his chest.

The heart was pounding, and it seemed like it would pop out of my throat in the next moment.

The heart is still there.

The heart is still there!

It should have been dug out of its chest, thrown into the abyss, and bitten by ten thousand ghosts!

Subconsciously turn your head and look to the left side of the table.

There is an open desk calendar, the front is a luni-solar calendar, the yellow calendar is forbidden, and the back is a health knowledge.

The page turned was a red Saturday.

May 10, the fourth day of the fourth lunar month.

Appropriate: opening the market, collecting money, traveling, sacrificing, praying for blessings, asking for heirs, fasting, asking for names, enrollment, foundation, fixing, property purchase, opening canals, digging wells, and demolition.

Don't: migrate, enter the house, go out of the fire, enter the burial, and be buried.

Ding Chou Year (Year of the Ox) Yi Si Yue Renzi Day.

It's back!

Really back!

Zhou Yang was ecstatic.

The master did not lie.

As long as you can endure the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring your heart, you can climb over the Yin Mountain and jump to the gate of heaven to steal the heavenly opportunity to reverse time.

Do it all over again!

A 1 in 100 million chance!

He hit it!

"Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and a crisp and coquettish voice came from outside the bedroom door.

It was the voice of my sister Zhou Ying.

Zhou Yang's nose suddenly became sour, and tears poured out involuntarily.

It was ten years ago when I last heard my sister's voice.

At that time, her voice became shady and hoarse, and her delicate face became ugly due to drug addiction, and she was screaming in pain in the corner waiting for death, like a demon in hell.

"Xiaoyang, what are you doing? I'm out, and I'll probably be back later tonight. Don't wait for me, you can sleep by yourself. ”

didn't wait for Zhou Yang's response, but Zhou Ying still said what she wanted to say.

The knocking on the door stopped, followed by the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as that night in my memory.

Everything is still developing along the original historical trajectory.

On the night of May 10 of this year, Zhou Ying went out to party with friends at night, but was arrested and put into the police station for gathering a crowd to take drugs and **, and overnight he fell from a good student of Tsinghua University and Peking University to a bitch that everyone spurned.

Zhou Ying was willing to fall from then on, and the entire Zhou family couldn't raise his head because of this, and moved out of his hometown to live in Haicheng half a year later, and his life trajectory was completely changed because of this, and he embarked on a road that he had never thought of before, until the end of his life.

But now that he's back, back to the night before it all began, he's not going to allow those things to happen again!

Zhou Yang jumped up from the bed violently, pushed the door open, and rushed towards Zhou Ying, who had just walked to the door, shouting: "No ......"

But he only shouted one word, and his voice suddenly stopped.

Zhou Ying, who is just eighteen years old, is at the best age of a woman's life, and she should be young and energetic.

But now, her face is miserable and white, even if she wears heavy makeup, it can't cover her haggardness, let alone the heavy yin qi that shouldn't belong to the living!

The culprit who brought this yin qi and haggard energy was on Zhou Ying's back.

A female ghost.

Hair scattered, bleeding, face pale, lying on Zhou Ying's back, legs wrapped around Zhou Ying's waist, hands around her neck, mouth next to Zhou Ying's ear, is whispering something!

Obsessed!

It's a ghost!

When he was young, Zhou Yang once resented Zhou Ying to the core, and never thought about why Zhou Ying, who had always been a good girl, would suddenly do such a thing, until many years later, when he met his master and practiced spells, thinking back to the scene of the year, he faintly felt that something was not quite right!

In the period of time before the accident, Zhou Ying had already become a little wrong, she had no intention of learning to dress up, and liked to play with bad students who didn't answer the question, especially a few female students who got together with bastards in society, and they got together every day.

It's completely unusual, no one listens to what they say, and even dares to talk back to their parents and teachers.

At that time, there was a teacher who was angry because she was rejected, but she said, "It's just a ghost"!

Now, Zhou Yang finally saw it.

There really was a ghost bewitching her!

Zhou Yang was furious, and rushed over and stretched out his hand to catch the female ghost.

In his past life, he has hunted countless ghosts, even the fierce ghosts at the level of the ghost king are just at the fingertips.

However, his hand passed through the female ghost's body and fell on Zhou Ying's face.

Zhou Ying was stunned, subconsciously covered her face and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhou Yang was also stunned, looking at his hands in a slight daze.

reversed time and space, and started over, although he still has a Dao heart, and can still see through yin and yang, and distinguish yin and ghosts, but his mana did not come back with him.

Now he is just an ordinary person with yin and yang eyes! If you want to regain the skills of your previous life, you have to cultivate step by step, even if you have the experience and foundation of your previous life, if you want to deal with such an evil ghost that can confuse people, you have to cultivate for at least more than a year!

Even if you can see it now, what if you can? Can't deal with even the weakest ghost!

"Xiaoying, hurry up, it's getting late, the prince should be unhappy."

Someone outside the door was greeting Zhou Ying.

Don't look at it, Zhou Yang also knows that it is a few girls from a mixed society, smoking, tattooing, and often squatting at the school gate with a few other little bastards to provoke students.

This night, they took Zhou Ying to the party that made Zhou Ying's life irreversible!

Zhou Ying glared at Zhou Yang fiercely, didn't say anything, and walked towards the door with a small heel.

The female ghost lying on Zhou Ying's back turned her face to look at Zhou Yang, grinned, and showed an eerie smile, full of mockery!

Zhou Yang's heart was deeply stabbed!

The rage reached its peak in an instant.

If he can't stop this, then what's the point of him coming back? Is it just to watch all these tragedies happen again? Is it just to re-experience and endure the pain of a previous life?

No, never!

The master always said that human life was destined, but he didn't believe it, so after the master's death, he wanted to jump into the heavens, he wanted to fight for the chance to do it again, and he wanted to gamble on the cultivation of the previous life to win the heavens!

Looking at the female ghost, Zhou Yang's eyes became blood-red, and the corner of his eye suddenly swept to the fruit knife on the coffee table, and his heart moved.

There is also a way for him to take down this female ghost immediately.

But this is an evil method, once used, it will lead him to an irreparable road of no return.

But so what?

In his previous life, his family was diligent and down-to-earth, but his family was ruined, and his master was upright, but he ended up scattered.

If this is the end of following the right path, then let him follow the evil path in this life.

All sins are borne by Him.

In this life, he will protect the happiness and tranquility of everyone, even if he sinks into the boundless death prison for this, he will not hesitate to do so!

Zhou Yang picked up the fruit knife, rushed over with an arrow step, and grabbed Zhou Ying, who had just opened the door and was about to go out.

Outside the door stood three girls with heavy makeup and short skirts, so sexy that they were a mess.

"Zhou Yang, what are you doing?" Zhou Ying was annoyed, shook her hand violently, and wanted to shake off Zhou Yang, feeling that in front of her friends, Zhou Yang made her very faceless.

Zhou Yang smiled slightly, raised the fruit knife, and stabbed it into his chest.

Zhou Ying and the three girls outside the door were stunned, and they couldn't react at all for a while.

Zhou Yang pressed Zhou Ying's hand on the handle of the fruit knife and held it tightly, looked at her, and said softly: "Don't be afraid! ”

Knife, pull out.

The blood was like a fountain, coming out of the knife in the sneering sound, pouring Zhou Ying's head and face, and also pouring it on the female ghost.

Zhou Ying finally let out a hysterical scream, threw away the fruit knife, and hurriedly pressed the wound on Zhou Yang's chest.

"Qianluodana!"

Zhou Yang reached out and hugged Zhou Ying's head, almost with the face of the female ghost, stared at her eyes, and recited the incantation word by word.

The female ghost panicked and screamed: "I am the envoy of Master Haowei, I am the ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she turned into a plume of black smoke and burrowed into the wound that was still spurting blood.

Zhou Yang let out a long sigh, relieved, let go of Zhou Ying, and fell heavily on his back.

Zhou Ying pressed his wound and screamed: "Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang, don't ......"

"Don't be afraid!" Zhou Yang reluctantly raised his hand, touched her face, and whispered: "All sorrows, joys and pains are dream bubbles, but, heart, no, death!" ”

Losing all light in front of his eyes, his consciousness fell into the boundless darkness.