The morgue on the third floor of the basement.

"Fenglan, after all, he is old, and it is normal for him to not be able to bear the effect of the highest concentration that can be reconciled so far." The black-faced middle-aged man standing on the left hand in the front row spoke, revealing a trace of regret in his tone.

"It's a shame. One more time he will be missed, and he will be changed from thirty-five years old to sixteen years old, becoming the most successful example of the transformation of the sophistication department. The person standing in the front row on the right hand, tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, wearing a mask that only showed two eyes, said indifferently.

The two of them said that, and at the same time looked at the white cloud dragon on the side. The man wearing the mask asked, "Dragon team, this corpse's body is strictly in accordance with the regulations of the Ministry of Trickery." Is there anything else you would like to command? Bai Yunlong looked at Feng Lan's corpse sadly, tears flowed quietly, and said slowly: "Feng Lan is a martial arts fan, and he is most obsessed with Jiuyang Divine Skill, Jiuyin True Scripture and Dragon Descending Twenty-Eight Palms, so let these three secrets accompany him to the funeral." Bai Yunlong dropped the three martial arts secrets, his words were choked, he turned around, and a thick hand gently pressed on his shoulder, and said, "Old Bai, this is an insignificant sacrifice. He has been gone for sixty-four days, and the follow-up needs to be dealt with more properly. It's up to us to arrange this. Bai Yunlong walked into the elevator.

One person ordered: "A total of one hundred and twenty-nine corpses, immediately sent to the withering furnace for destruction." At this moment, Fenglan sensed that someone was lifting him, but he felt that something was wrong.

It was a mysterious feeling—a shadow clinging to a cold corpse. Suddenly, when a large number of memories emerged, Feng Lan suddenly realized that his original physical body had died, and his own shadow had been successfully stripped away and given supernatural energy.

"This dude, what an unlucky guy who is just a little bit away from becoming a legend."

"From the beginning of the medicine in that small building, to today, he can last for a full sixty-four days, he is already a legend in today's world. This is enough to show that the theory of 'Golden Mage' proposed by Mr. Xuan Long is completely valid, but it takes enough time to find the test subject. After hearing this, Feng Lan was extremely shocked, and said in his heart: Could it be that from the strange things I encountered in the rental house, as well as the various crossing immortals in the future, others were experimenting on me?

In today's world, there are brain-computer experiments, Starlink, and countless never-before-made scientific secrets. There seems to be a cold wind blowing in Fenglan's heart, but thanks to the shadow, there will be no cold sweat.

"I've got to find a way out." When the wind was elusive, he just entered a corner, and the shadow quietly leaned against the wall, but there was no way to cling to the person, so he had to return to his corpse.

He was really panicked. What's the oddity? A shadow that can truly feel like a real person?

What kind of scientific and technological achievement is this? The two men carrying the corpse came to a pillar of pale golden light and put the corpse down.

Feng Lan exclaimed: "It turns out that the source of that pale golden light is here?" ”

"Lao Li, how long have you been hiding here?" The person in the back suddenly smiled gloomily, and the person in front seemed to have expected it, so he also laughed coldly, and said, "Lao Zhang, let's each be our own master, don't stumble." The two looked at each other and smiled, and each took out a gray snakeskin pouch, and each took out a part, which turned out to be half of the people separated vertically, and the two of them were together, and when they were stitched together, they were a complete corpse.

The two took out special tools and quickly disintegrated Fenglan's corpse in half vertically, half of each of them into their respective gray snakeskin sacs, and then put the newly stitched strange corpse into a pale golden pillar of light.

Suddenly, there was only one more ray of pale golden light in the pale golden pillar of light, which quickly merged into the pillar of light. What Feng Lan never expected was that his shadow was also divided into two halves along with the corpse's body, and they had exactly the same complete memory, and they could sense the existence of the other half of each other.

Fenglan was shocked like a clay sculpture, completely unaware of the departure of the two corpse bearers, each finding an excuse to go to the toilet, and sending their respective gray snakeskins into secret channels.

When he regained his sense of presence, he found himself being poured out of the snakeskin pouch and placed on a cold bed, surrounded by pitch black, with only thin beams of aqua green flickering.

Fenglan clearly felt that he had been torn down to the bones, and there was only a pile of flesh left.

"Throw this garbage into a wild boar-infested area." A majestic voice shouted,

"Look at being eaten clean. If that happened the day before yesterday again, there would be no forgiveness. After a few moments, the surroundings returned to silence, and only half of the shadow slowly stood up and walked to the window.

It turned out that this was an abandoned and unfinished building, but there were still people on the opposite side. Fenglan clearly sensed that the other half of the shadow was getting farther and farther away.

Suddenly, a person jumped out of the balcony of a family on the thirteenth floor opposite. Feng Lan concentrated his wisdom and found that if he fell on a tree on the side of the road, he would still be alive, but if he fell directly on the concrete floor, the iron would be shattered.

Feng Lan jumped out of the window, just in time to catch the person who jumped down, and secretly ran the Ten Thousand Magic Tricks, shifting the position of his jump and landing on the tree.

However, the bad thing is that the man also took the medicine. What makes a person so desperate, begging for death, leaving no room for turn.

Suddenly, there was a heart-rending woman's cry from upstairs,

"My son, ......" Soon, all the neighbors in the vicinity were alarmed, and the bold ones came downstairs one after another, and someone helped call 120.

Ling Fenglan never expected that the leap that had just saved people would consume the energy of his shadow.

That is, if this corpse is drugged to death, it will die completely. For now, there is only one fighting method, using the little remaining energy to revive this person who has been poisoned and has entered a deep coma, and then, his own shadow will be completely attached to it.

Fenglan understands that if you don't take advantage of the chaos, it will be too late. Just as the crying woman pounced, the young man who jumped off the building spit out a large amount of food and a strong smell of alcohol.

Half of Fenglan's shadow itself is specially treated, containing mysterious energy, and when he is completely attached to this young man without knowing the truth, the young man himself has been killed, and Fenglan's shadow occupies the young man's body and has the memory of the youth.

To Fenglan's surprise, he could no longer perceive the existence of the other half of the shadow. In the same way, Fenglan completely inherited the flesh of this frail and skinny depraved youth.

Feng Lan was taken to the emergency room, and in the morning, he was already over the danger period. Since he didn't have enough money to support him, he had to be called a van by his mother to take him home.

On the way home, Fenglan relaxed and completely digested all the memories of this young man. This young man's name is Feng Qinxue, 21 years old, after graduating from the second book, he has been unemployed for two years.

The family is an unfortunate single-parent family, and even more unfortunately, he should be an illegitimate child, with the mother's surname.

Since Feng Qinxue has learned to be sensible, one of the most incomprehensible things is why my mother raised herself alone without regrets and never said anything about my father.

Feng Qinxue once forced him to die, hoping that his mother could give his father's answer, even if his father was a heinous person, it didn't matter.

However, my mother just didn't say a word. Recently, my mother was dismissed from the unit for no reason, and she decided to end her sad life after having a good meal with her mother.

Coincidentally, he encountered the tragedy of Fenglan, and was rescued by Fenglan and then taken away.

"Perhaps, Feng Qinxue's father is the same as my Feng Lan's experience?" Feng Lan thought of this and made up his mind, from now on I will be called Feng Qinxue.

It all starts with Feng Qinxue. Baiyunlong, you sons of bitches, demons, wait for me. When he got home, Feng Qinxue knelt in front of his mother, cried loudly, and muttered, "Mom, I'm sorry." "The memories of the two people are the most cruel tragedies, from which sorrow comes from, and the sorrow and crying are touching.

My mother also cried bitterly and choked up: "Study hard, remember your father's words, only the living have hope, and only cowards will cut themselves off from heaven and earth." The mother and son cried for a long time, crying sleepy, hugging each other and falling asleep.

In her sleep, the Wind Mother had a long-lost smile on her face. Until Feng Qinxue woke up, he still saw the weird smile on his mother's face.

In fact, the mother who falls asleep has such a smile, but now Feng Qinxue has experienced the wind of great tribulation, and knows some mysterious energy, so I feel that this is a very abnormal thing.

Feng Qinxue maintained the same habit as usual, covered the quilt for his mother, then took a shower by himself, put on a set of clean clothes, and went back to the study to prepare for reading.

Feng Qinxue is a fan of fairy tales and science fiction, and there are two of the most popular categories on the bookshelf, but fortunately, many of them have also seen it.

Feng Qinxue's gaze seemed to be fixed on a brush and an inkstone on the table. Only with the knowledge that Fenglan has can he recognize these two extraordinary objects, and these two objects are the first birthday gift from Fenglan's mother to her son.

Unfortunately, Feng Qinxue didn't like to write calligraphy since he was a child.

"Perhaps, this is fate." Feng Qinxue muttered in his heart, and brought out the memories related to the Tai Chi Shengong, and he naturally knew it in his heart.

Ten thousand magic tricks, naturally unable to complete cultivation, can only start from the most superficial Jiuyang Divine Skill. Feng Qin learned that if he didn't have enough secret energy, it was unknown whether he could start cultivating, let alone cultivating ten thousand magic tricks that could devour light energy and dark energy.

In other words, the current Feng Qinxue has just escaped from the prison

A fugitive from "Oriental Yubai" became the most ordinary mortal. At noon, the Wind Mother woke up and made a table of exquisite meals.

"Study diligently, you must be obedient, don't make stupid things again, okay?"

"Mom, your dog son has already died once, and it broke Mom's heart. Fortunately, God has eyes, so that your dog son has a chance to make amends, how can the son be stupid again. "Knowing the son Mo Ruomu.

From the cry of Feng Qinxue in the morning, Feng Mu concluded that her son would repent and reform, and was secretly quite happy, so she also faded the matter of being scared half to death last night.

"Tomorrow my mother is going to work at Crescent Restaurant. Your work, don't be in a hurry, read more, submit more resumes, there will always be opportunities. "Mother Wind didn't say it anyway

"If you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing in the future". This is actually a very unlucky statement.

"Mom, I see."

"Mom still has 50,000 yuan on her card, and it will be transferred to your card later. Qianyunlie and Li Huowang asked you to travel to other provinces, and my mother suggested that you go, have a happy trip, and leave all your troubles behind. ”

"Thank you mom for your support." When Mother Feng heard her son say this, a new smile appeared on her face, knowing that her son had changed.

Feng Qinxue understood the intention of Feng Mu, and left home temporarily to avoid the gossip and gossip of the neighbors about last night's events.

Mother Wind hates gossip the most. In the afternoon, Yun Lie and Li Huowang came. Give Feng Qinxue a deep shock.

If it's not fate, it must be an intentional arrangement. Otherwise, back and forth, there will always be people with the names Yun Lie and Li Huowang who will meet Fenglan?

"It doesn't matter, let it come!" Feng Qinxue talked to the two classmates for a while, set the time for the trip, and made an appointment.

At night, Feng Qinxue lay on the rocking chair in the study, looked at the cold moon hanging high in the sky, and said softly: "Where will my other half of the shadow be?" ”