This volume is a prequel to the old manuscript and is a scrapped manuscript.

This book has been rewritten + overhauled, please start with the first chapter of the next volume.

Wang Xiaoming quickly walked through the town and plunged headlong into the deserted mass grave in the north of the town.

Sitting next to a large tree in a mass grave, the boy rolled up the long sleeve of his right arm. There was a deep wound on his tender arm, which stretched from his forearm to his elbow, which was very terrifying. The hastily bandaged coarse cloth was powerless to stop the blood from spilling, staining his right hand with a shocking red.

If someone sees such a scene, they will be surprised, seven or eight years old, a little injured will cry, like Wang Xiaoming, his arm was completely cut, blood flowed all over his hands, even adults can't bear it, but he is calm, until he walks to this deserted place before rolling up his sleeves, is there no pain nerves?

"The body is still too weak. Wang Xiaoming actually showed another smile.

He has a special habit of laughing no matter what happens, even if his arm hurts, he still laughs happily.

Quickly turning out the needle and thread from the schoolbag, Wang Xiaoming threaded it with his teeth and began to stitch up the wound.

The wound was three inches long and deep and could be seen in the bone, Wang Xiaoming sewed it stitch by stitch, and every time the sharp needle passed through the flesh, the blood would ooze out in large pieces. The boy gritted his teeth, the smile on his face remained unchanged, as if it was not his own arm that was sewn, but the family doll.

A few minutes later, after all the wounds were stitched up, Wang Xiaoming exhaled lightly, wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, and then opened the schoolbag and took out a human head from it.

No one would have thought that Wang Xiaoming's bulging schoolbag was not a book, but a human head!

It was a freshly cut human head, and there was unclotted blood from the cut on the neck. The dead man's lifeless eyes were wide open, as if filled with horror and disbelief.

Wang Xiaoming casually threw the dead head at his feet, continued to rummage through his schoolbag, and took out a black vial, which was full of black liquid - fire oil!

Pouring black fire oil on the human head, Wang Xiaoming lit it. His movements are like flowing water, and the smile on his young face is relaxed and freehand, like an old craftsman skillfully processing a work of art.

Flames immediately enveloped the human head, and the aroma of smoke and roasted meat spread rapidly through the forest. It didn't take long for the meat to turn to a burnt smell.

Two minutes later, the human head had burned beyond recognition, leaving only an unrecognizable skull. Wang Xiaoming took the charred skull, walked to a big stone, picked up another stone, and beat it hard.

"Bang! bang!"

After a burst of knocking, the entire skull shattered completely, turning into a pile of broken bones.

Looking around, there was still silence and no one, Wang Xiaoming raised the broken bones on the deserted grave of the mass grave to wash off the blood stains on his hands, and then picked up his schoolbag again.

"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds say, early, why are you carrying a small schoolbag......"

Humming a childhood rhyme, Wang Xiaoming walked towards the town as if nothing had happened, and no one would have thought of what the boy had just done in the mass grave.

There are many people named Wang Xiaoming in the world, tall, short, fat, thin, everything, but this Wang Xiaoming in front of him is definitely different - he is a reborn.

Before his rebirth, Wang Xiaoming was the most feared killer in the world, and countless heroes and heroes died at his hands. Some say that he has three heads and eight arms, that he is an eight-armed snake demon from ancient times, and that he is invincible, and that he is a demon from hell who can suck the souls of others and take the lives of whoever he wants.

Only a few people know that Wang Xiaoming is not a monster, let alone as powerful as rumored, and many strong people who died at his hands were stronger than him. But killers don't kill in the ring, and no matter how strong a person is, there will be times when they are negligent. Once you are negligent, it costs you your life.

After assassinating the world's top powerhouse, the Black Emperor Ye Guangji, Wang Xiaoming also died. But when he opened his eyes again after death, he was back to the age of eight.

Walking on the country road in his childhood, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, Wang Xiaoming was full of emotion.

No one knew that this terrifying killer would be born in such a remote town, and he was even poorer and inconspicuous in his childhood.

There is a simple house in the slum on the east side of the town, which is Wang Xiaoming's home.

When he walked to the door of his house, Wang Xiaoming saw a group of people shouting around his house and clamoring to smash their house.

"I will give you the money I owe you, please give you two more days!" Ji Cuiyun stood at the door, looking anxious.

Wang Xiaoming has no father since he was a child, and there are only three women in the family - mother, Aunt Yun and Jingjing.

Ji Cuiyun is Aunt Yun, since Wang Xiaoming can remember, she has lived with her daughter and Wang Xiaoming's mother and son. Because Wang Xiaoming's mother is not very smart, the family depends on her inside and out. She raised two fatherless children with her thin shoulders and gave Wang Xiaoming endless warmth.

A few days ago, Wang Xiaoming fell ill, and Ji Cuiyun had to borrow a loan shark in order to treat him. I thought I could pay it back when I got this month's salary, but I didn't expect to meet a thunderbolt from the sky, and she was fired from the school!

If you are fired, you will not be paid, and you will naturally not be able to pay back the usury. Watching the gangsters in the town get more and more urgent, she is like an ant on a hot pot, and she doesn't know what to do.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were cold when he saw the group of gangsters. Born again, he certainly knew what was going on. Ji Cuiyun is delicate and lovely, she is the most beautiful flower in the town, and the mayor has always wanted to accept her as a little wife. If the coercion failed, he secretly engaged in ghosts, gangsters and dismissals were all planned by the mayor, and Ji Cuiyun's husband was also instigated by him to kill the gangsters.

"Yo, isn't this the foolish son of that fool woman?"

"Little bastard without a dad!"

"Tell your stupid mom that your father in hell keeps calling her there!hahaha......"

When the gangsters saw Wang Xiaoming, they laughed together, and the laughter was particularly harsh.

Wang Xiaoming's mother had a high fever when she was young, with sequelae, and her brain was not very bright, and people said she was a fool. But Wang Xiaoming knows that his mother is not stupid, but a little stupid, or very stupid.

"Xiao Ming, where have you gone, just run around before your illness is cured!" Ji Cuiyun tried to pretend to be stern, but his eyes were full of kindness, which made Wang Xiaoming's heart sweet.

In addition to his mother, Ji Cuiyun is the person who cares about him the most in the world.

"Aunt Yun, I just went to catch a toad. Wang Xiaoming casually lied, and then looked at the leader of the gang.

The leader is a very strong young man, in his twenties, named Tong Wudao, and his father is Tong Guan, the gangster boss in the town. Among those who ridiculed Wang Xiaoming, his tone was the most mean.

"I'm guessing you slept in the courtyard last night and didn't come home. Wang Xiaoming smiled at Tong Wudao, "Your father is dead, and he also called you in hell!"

Tong Wudao didn't expect this kid to dare to fight back, his eyes suddenly widened, and he scolded: "Little cub, you don't want to live anymore?"

"Don't hit him, he's just a kid!" Ji Cuiyun hurriedly rushed over, protected Wang Xiaoming behind him, and reproached: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Aunt Yun, I didn't talk nonsense, I just came from the side of Raincoat Alley, and the cry of the Tong family shook the sky, it won't be wrong." ”

Tong Wudao looked in the direction of his house, and found that there was indeed a cry over there, and he couldn't help but change his complexion. Just finished scolding others for not having a father, and then his father died, is there such a strange thing?

Although he was a little nervous, he still refused to retreat when he remembered the mayor's request, and said to Ji Cuiyun viciously: "Stinky girl, don't talk nonsense, today is the last day to repay the money, pay the money or pay your life, you can do it yourself! If you don't pay back the money, I will break your daughter and this little fool's leg first!"

"I owe you money, what does it have to do with the child!" Ji Cuiyun was anxious.

"Looks like I'm going to interrupt one first to let you know how powerful. Tong Wudao walked towards Wang Xiaoming.

"Wait. Today is not over yet, I will pay you back at noon, you can get it!" Wang Xiaoming said suddenly.

Tong Wudao was stunned, this little boy's tone was too calm, not like an eight-year-old child at all!

"Yes, at noon, I will pay you back at noon. Ji Cuiyun also hurriedly said.

Tong Wudao showed a treacherous smile on his face: "Okay, this is what you said, don't forget." Open your teeth, bring your brothers to collect money at noon, and if you don't have money, you will give me a discount on the little fool's legs, remember, you want to discount both of them!"

"Brother Wudao, don't worry, I promise to discount his three legs!"

"Hahaha......" all the gang members laughed.

The gangsters temporarily retreated, but Ji Cuiyun became even more anxious. It's only a few hours until noon, where is she going to get money? If she can borrow money, she won't borrow from loan sharks!

"Aunt Yun, don't worry, I'm here. Wang Xiaoming seemed to see through Ji Cuiyun's thoughts, took off his schoolbag and opened it gently, and took out a small bag, which was full of gold coins.

Ji Cuiyun was immediately frightened. In the Bohai Kingdom, ordinary people don't have gold coins, only nobles, giant merchants, and rich gentry can get this thing. A gold coin can be exchanged for 10,000 copper plates, that is, 10,000 yuan, which is a lot of money. As long as she has half a coin, her loan shark will be repaid.

"Xiao Ming, where did you get the money?"

"I picked it up when I caught the toad in the morning, Aunt Yun, you put it away first. But I guess this group of people is not asking for money, and it doesn't matter if they don't pay them back. ”

Ji Cuiyun felt that Wang Xiaoming was weird today, but she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly put the money bag into her arms, after all, this was her last straw.

"Then let's borrow one first, and then return it to others when we see the owner, I hope they don't mind...... Xiao Ming, you go to the house first to eat, and then go to school with Jingjing, don't be late!"

"Okay, Aunt Yun. ”

Wang Xiaoming walked into the house with a smile and saw a little girl as old as him, hiding behind the door with her hands behind her back. Although the girl was well hidden, he saw her holding a pair of scissors in her hand.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to kill those bastards and avenge my dad. The girl said through gritted teeth.

This girl is Ji Cuiyun's daughter Zhang Jingjing, her father was killed by the gang, and she always thinks about revenge.

"My dear sister, you don't have revenge for your appearance. Wang Xiaoming said.

"I'm your sister!" the girl pursed her lips and glared at Wang Xiaoming, her puffing appearance was very cute.