On the old wooden bed, there was a gray-haired old man, his face was like gold paper, his breath was like a gossamer, and his eyes were very dim, losing the brilliance of the past years.

Next to his bed, sat an old man with the same gray hair, the other party had one hand on the bed, skinny, his nails were yellowish, full of cracks, full of folds, blood vessels and green tendons were like earthworms, and his dark skin was covered with age spots.

"Second brother, I can't do it, go and call Hao'er, I want to see him for the last time."

The old man raised his arm with difficulty, leaned forward, trembled a little, and only touched the arm of the old man sitting on the side of his bed a few times, and said.

The old man sitting on the edge of his bed did not speak, but stood up tremblingly and walked outside.

It was noon, the sun was very bright and sunny, but the dilapidated Zhuangzi in front of me looked dull, and many buildings were about to collapse.

But the place still seems very deserted, like an abandoned land, desolate and desolate.

"Third Grandpa, please don't die, I'm willing to give half of my life to Third Grandpa, please don't die, okay."

In the dilapidated Zhuangzi, a thin child kneels on the stone steps, coughing as he speaks, his little face is snow-white, his face is stained with tears, and his hands are folded, praying for mercy from God.

"Little young master, another ancestor is about to pass away, there are not a few days to live, you can exchange your life for a life, sacrifice yourself to the sun god, and that old ancestor may be able to live."

A servant, sitting there with a big sting, no matter how you look at it, without any respect, with a little banter, and the tone is full of ridicule.

"You're talking nonsense, you're lying!"

The child's eyes were filled with tears, his face was pale, he retorted loudly, and he coughed incessantly.

"If you don't believe it, forget it, then wait and watch your grandfather slowly die of old age!"

The servant looked indifferent and unimpressed.

"You are just a stand-in, you can't be the descendant of Shiziling, otherwise, it will be more calamitous than this, even so, when all the ancestors are dead, you won't be able to live."

The other servant who was sitting there shook his head slightly, facing the nominal young master, he didn't get up from beginning to end, without the slightest respect.

The pale child, his body was very weak, his big eyes were full of tears, there was a sadness and a kind of despair, he did not know what his name should be, they said that this name belonged to another child, he did not know who his parents were, and he did not know what to do with it.

He is really afraid that all his relatives and grandparents will pass away, and when the time comes, how will he survive as a lame child.

And these servants are so hateful, and powerful beasts are rampant outside, how should he live in the future?

"Hao'er, go and see your third grandfather, he can't do it, you can say goodbye to him!"

At this moment, an old call came.

"Grandpa, Hao'er will be here soon."

This news made the pale child feel like the world was spinning, he bit his lower lip, the pain made him not faint, he held on to the wall, stood up carefully, his feet were a little lame, and slowly moved towards Zhuangzi.

This piece of Zhuangzi is deserted and dilapidated buildings, after the wind blows, some old windows "creak", he is very lonely, walking in the huge manor, no relatives, no playmates.

The skeletal child kept walking inside, and when he came to the gate of a fairly spacious courtyard, he saw the old man calling for him.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Third Grandpa, he won't die."

The child wept, with tears in his big eyes, trying not to let himself cry, said.

"Silly boy, everyone dies."

The old man rubbed his pale little face with his rough palm, tears flowed from his cloudy old eyes, he felt that he was living for a year at most, and then, he died, what should this little poor do?

Push open the tattered maple door.

"Grandpa Sanzu!"

The child cried, he was just a child after all, no matter how stubborn he was, he began to become very helpless in the face of the old man who hurt him, lying on the side of the bed, grabbing the old man's hand hard, and refusing to let go.

The old man took his little hand with his big rough hand, looking left and right, full of pity, but his eyes were dim, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his chest rose and fell, and he was unable to speak.

"Third Grandpa, don't you want me too?"

The child's eyes were sad, and he shook the old man's arm, reluctant to say.

In recent years, several old men have passed away one after another, leaving him one after another, which makes him extremely sad.

Now, there were only two old men left, the people closest to him, who were also going to die at this time, which made him panic.

"Kid ......"

The old man opened his mouth, he had a thousand words, but he didn't know what to say, he couldn't protect this child, even if he was once very strong, but now he was powerless.

In the end, all the words were reduced to these two words, and they could no longer be spoken, and their eyes were completely devoid of brilliance.

"Three Grandfathers ......"

The pale child let out a childish wail like a cuckoo's blood, and the next moment, he felt the world spin and fainted.

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"My head hurts, where is this, how come there are so many memories!"

Shi Zhongyu felt a headache, and he didn't dare to read novels all night in the future, it was too bad.

This idea, Shi Zhongyu has had many times, every time the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten, and when it is time to stay all night, he will be late, and he will never miss it.

"Shi Hao? I'm Shi Hao, no, I'm Shi Hao's stand-in in the perfect world, that little pitiful, Shi Qingfeng. ”

Shi Zhongyu was lying on the bed, a little stunned, it turned out that he had died a long time ago, and he had become this little pitiful, I don't know why, his memory has not awakened.

It wasn't until this time that another old man died, he was too stimulated, and he had some heat stroke and fainted, and then he recovered his memories of his previous life.

Is this the legendary opening hell level?

Through the perfect world, where the heroes rise together, all races stand together, all saints compete for hegemony, the heavens and the earth are in turmoil, and a super primeval relic breed runs out at every turn, devouring tens of millions of living beings in one bite, and the ancient era of chaos!

The most important thing is that he is physically weak, congenitally deficient, and is not suitable for cultivation, and half a year ago, a brute beast rushed into the village, poisoning his leg, and he was so lame.

Do you want to lie down and taste the guts, wait for Shi Hao to come and rescue him from here, calculate the time, in the original plot, it was about when he was seven years old, Shi Hao would come to see him, and there was still a year to wait.

"No, as a traverser, what about my golden finger?"

Shi Zhongyu sat up suddenly.

Name: Shi Zhongyu (real name) / Shi Hao (stand-in)

Race: Terran

Constitution: Terran Holy Body (Ancient Holy Body)

Exercises: None

Source force: 0 points

Check-in: 0 times, can be opened. (free check-in (estimated countdown to one month, there are three minutes left), paid check-in (10 points of source power/each time).

Shi Zhongyu can be sure that this function has probably awakened a long time ago, and the golden finger has already come, but he didn't have an awakening memory, and he didn't know how to use it at all.

But now it's okay, no matter how he said it, he also activated the Holy Body, although he didn't open up the sea of suffering, and he didn't correspond to the method of covering the sky, but there was hope when he was alive, didn't he?