Meng Zhou died.

The soul came to a strange place, met a strange being, and started a strange exchange.

[Mortals, make a wish to me! 】

"But I'm really fine now, and I really don't need to bother you."

【Make a wish!】 If you grind again, you'll never leave. 】

"You...... You're really not kidding me? Will you really grant my wish and let me go? ”

"I am God, and I will answer my requests. You're just a mortal, and you deserve me to play? Hurry up! 】

"That'...... I hope you'll grant me ten thousand wishes, ah...... Spare my life, spare my life, it will crack, my soul will crack. ”

[Mortals, don't be smart. Again! 】

"That'...... I hope that hard work will be rewarded, hard work will be rewarded for a good harvest, and there will be a harvest for hard work. ”

【…… Poor mortal, you can be bolder. I can give you everything you want directly, no need to trade it for work. 】

"That's it, is it a violation again? If it makes it difficult for you, then I'll change it. ”

Meng Zhou's attitude made God feel underestimated, so he only replied coldly, "Wait", and began to enter the vow repayment process.

Meng Zhou didn't dare to be a demon, and waited honestly and respectfully.

God suddenly became frightened, as if he had suddenly found that he had not carried an umbrella bag during a skydive.

[No, your wish is strange. Change one, hurry up and change another, this time I promise not to hurt you, quickly.

Ahh

Meng Zhou, whose heartstrings were tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, he dug a hole.

This wish seems very simple at first glance, and it is easier to achieve than directly giving him money and wealth that he will not spend all his life, but the real problem is that this wish has no upper limit and no boundary.

It's like putting rice on a chessboard, with one grain of rice in the first grid, two grains in the second grid, and four grains in the third grid, which can be easily completed. But if you really put it down according to this law, there will be no number of grids, or the rice grains that can burst the entire universe will not be able to meet the needs of the next grid.

In the second wish, he deliberately pointed out that "work will be rewarded, and labor will be rewarded for a good harvest", which is also to paralyze the other party. Because the previous failed temptation has shown that the other party will not only refuse, but also punish him severely.

He had to hide the pit he had dug, and by the time the other party came to his senses, it was too late.

Before the action, Meng Zhou was not sure that this plan would succeed, but it was even more impossible for him to be at the mercy of the other party.

Fortunately, it turned out to be good.

At this moment, no one is needed to let him go, and with the death of that strange being, an exit appears for no reason, shining brightly.

……

Late at night.

Qinghefang, Miscellaneous Courtyard.

In the bedroom of an ordinary small courtyard, two red candles flickered with a dim light, and the big red happy words on the wall did not show festivity, but were a little gloomy.

On the marriage bed with a red tent and red quilt, a pair of dressed couples lay straight and still, motionless.

The groom is over half a hundred years old, his temples are gray, he is old, and his appearance is also ordinary.

The bride next to him is as delicate as the moon, with a bright wrist and frost, and under the backdrop of a phoenix crown, she is even more beautiful.

Both bodies had a bright red mark on their eyebrows, and they had lost their heartbeat and breathing, lying motionless on the marriage bed.

At a certain moment, a pair of eyeballs under the groom's eyelids suddenly turned violently, and the closed eyelids were forcibly opened, and the red mark on the center of the eyebrows collapsed.

Meng Zhou, who had tried his best to wake up with his eyes, was drowning and frightened, sat up suddenly, opened his mouth and breathed heavily, sweating profusely.

I found myself dressed as a groom official, and I was at a loss in my heart, the fragments of the red seal that collapsed did not enter my brain, and the mixed memories belonging to the groom Zhou Qiang poured into my heart.

After a long time, cramming the memories of the original owner of this body into his heart, Meng Zhou focused all his attention on the biggest gain.

His mind moved, and a ray of light that only he could see shot out from the center of his brow, appearing in front of him.

This glimmer of light follows his thoughts, sometimes turning into bamboo slips, sometimes into scrolls of calligraphy and painting, or into a book, each with its own mysterious emphasis, and finally, frozen into a concise panel.

"That's it, it's simple and convenient, it's clear at a glance."

At this moment, the panel is full of question marks.

[Real name: ??? 】

[Lifespan:?? /？？ 】

[Realm: ?? 】

[Exercises:?? 】

[Divine power: ?? 】

【Skill:?? 】

[Status: ?? 】

"This is only a preliminary framework, and the specific information has not been loaded yet, right? …… Why don't you wait a little longer? ”

Holding back his nervous and nervous emotions, Meng Zhou put away the panel, turned his head to look at his "wife" Xia Qing who was lying quietly beside him, and his expression was extremely strange.

After a long while, he looked away, lifted the newly laid red brocade quilt under the pillow with his backhand, and took out a small hand-copied thread bound book attached to the bed board.

Book of Blood Spells

In the book, there is a record of an evil spell that forcibly pulls people to their deaths.

As long as you strictly follow the methods in the book, you can force your goal to die with a goal that far exceeds your own strength.

The scene in front of me is proof of this.

Zhou Qiang, the original owner of this body, who had barely cultivated to the fourth level of Qi cultivation, relied on this method to forcibly pull Xia Qing, who was about to build a foundation, to die on a bed.

Looking at the "Blood Spell Book", the messy memories belonging to Zhou Qiang in my heart became clear little by little.

Zhou Qiang spent nearly a year carefully collecting black dog blood, geranium blood and other filthy things.

He used the grass soaked in all kinds of filthy things to weave into a straw figure, and with painstaking efforts to write the real name and birth date of the target person on it, and burned it with a special method, mixing the embers after burning and the juice of various filth into his abdomen, and fostering them in the stomach and intestines......

As the memory became clearer and the body's senses seemed to awaken, the nausea became more and more intense, and an indescribable sticky and slippery feeling was pouring out of the stomach down the throat.

"Gross-"

The body retched uncontrollably, and the memory of the nose began to revive.

The hand-copied words became more and more vivid and vivid, turning into a lump of filth to hit his eyeballs and break through his heart defense.

Syllable!

"I can't read it anymore, this book is poisonous, this memory is poisonous!"

Meng Zhou violently closed the "Blood Spell Book" and shook his head violently, in a vain attempt to re-disperse the relevant memories that had just been integrated.

Finding that the effect was not good, he simply turned over and got out of bed, came to the quietly burning red candle, and lit the small hand-copied book with the candle flame.

As the flames burned, only a "squeak" could be heard, and the handwriting strokes were like earthworms struggling as they were burned by the flames, emitting some foul scorching black smoke, and everything in the book returned to normal, turning into a small pile of ashes.

As the evil book was burned to ashes, the messy thoughts in his heart finally calmed down completely.

"It's finally quiet."

Sitting back on the edge of the bed, Meng Zhou couldn't help but complain in his heart: "This world is really weird...... Hey, it's good so soon. ”

At this moment, Meng Zhou's mind moved, and the information on the panel was directly reflected in his heart.

[Real name: Meng Zhou]

[Lifespan: 51/52 years old]

[Realm: None]

[Exercise: Changchun Jue Xiaocheng: 4/100]

【Divine Power: Life and Death Together】

[Skill: Xiaoyun and Rain Technique: 24/100, Cultivation Technique: 47/100, Golden Mangshu Entry: 13/100]

[Condition: Weak]

As this information went straight into his heart, Meng Zhou had a more accurate grasp of the state of this body.

In order to force Xiu to die for Xia Qing, who had reached the foundation level, Zhou Qiang not only put his life into it, but also almost all his "savings".

Meng Zhou is now taking over the inventory, the original cultivation and health of this body are gone, and he is reborn with only one year of life, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, he has to toss it again.

Although this kind of start is not good, Meng Zhou, who has died once, is very satisfied with it.

For the "god" who gave him a plug-in with his life, he sent a sincere thank you from the heart.

Meng Zhou sat cross-legged on the bed, running the Changchun Jue, he was now weak, and his cultivation was completely empty, and the top priority was to recover a little cultivation and stabilize his physical state.

As he breathes in and carries the exercises, he practices until Xiaocheng's Changchun Jue is integrated into his heart and infiltrates into the body's breathing meridians.

The aura in the air was refined into the meridians, and in this process, there was always a faint pain coming out of the meridians, firstly, because of this toss, the meridians themselves were not lightly injured, and his current behavior was like constantly sprinkling salt on the wounds.

And then this body is more than half a hundred years old, and the meridians are like ligaments, which have become "old and stubborn", which cannot be tossed easily, and a little toss can hurt you.

Although he can tolerate it, the negative energy has been accumulating in the body and mind.

Finally, the negative energy accumulated in his body and mind reached his limit, and Meng Zhou slowly stopped his cultivation and let the negative energy accumulated in his body and mind slowly release.

He checked the information on the panel, and the realm changed from [None] to [Qi Cultivation Layer: 1/100], and his cultivation progress was +1.

The exercise has changed from [Changchun Jue Xiaocheng: 4/100] to [Changchun Jue Xiaocheng: 5/100], and the exercise proficiency is +1.

It seems that there has not been much change, but Meng Zhou is already very satisfied, and the efficiency of his cultivation is not comparable to that of this body in the past.

Of course, there is an important reason for stepping into the threshold of qi cultivation so easily, this body is now considered to be rebuilt, and it will naturally be much easier to walk the road it has traveled again.

Before he re-cultivated to the fourth level of Qi cultivation, his cultivation would always be in this "easy mode".

After finishing the practice, Meng Zhou did not wake up immediately, but continued to meditate with his eyes closed, he was using his heart to comprehend the supernatural power called [Life and Death], and gradually, he also had some insights.

The source of this magical power is the "Blood Spell Book", but the process of its birth is not only weird, but also dark humorous.

Through the method described in the Blood Spell Book, the numerology of the recipient will be forcibly bound to the caster. And the price of this method is the life of the caster, and the recipient of the law will naturally die without life.

Like a stone, its fate of falling into the abyss is already doomed, and before it falls, it is forcibly tied to another living life, and both falling into the abyss is a doomed ending.

But now, Meng Zhou escaped from the abyss with the identity of "Zhou Qiang" and became a new person, and the "Xia Qing" who was firmly tied together naturally followed.

Death is with you, life is with you, this is [life and death with you].

What's even more paradoxical is that the returned "Zhou Qiang" is not the real Zhou Qiang, but his Meng Zhou's backdoor rebirth. Zhou Qiang's soul is still in the abyss, and only his living body has returned.

Xia Qing, who [lives and dies], is naturally in the same state. The body came to life like Zhou Qiang, and the soul dissolved into the abyss like him.

When Meng Zhou grasped the core essence of this magical power, a door to his heart suddenly appeared in his heart.

Meng Zhou's heart moved, and he crashed into it directly.

At this moment, the beautiful bride who had been lying quietly suddenly opened her water-cut eyes, and her eyes trembled slightly, and there were bright waves.

At the moment when she woke up, the red mole on her eyebrows disintegrated, and the mixed memories belonging to Xia Qing continued to pour into her heart.

"My head hurts!" Meng Zhou couldn't help but snort lightly, and then he was stunned, his voice was very weak, but he couldn't stand it, but he didn't have time to experience it more, and he was overwhelmed by the uncomfortable strength of the tide.

The delicate body is clearly slender and light, but it is like a five-fingered mountain pressing on top of his head, top-heavy, the world is spinning, and it is extremely difficult to even think and breathe.

He quickly understood the reason, no matter how delicate and delicate this body was, it was essentially a quasi-foundational body, and to him, it was really a small horse-drawn cart.

Meng Zhou gritted his teeth and raised his trembling right hand, and his red sleeves slipped off, revealing a wrist like frost and snow, and also revealing a fresh and unique ornament, a blue-green silk thread was tied on a white and delicate wrist, and a thumb-sized white jade snail shell hung on it.

He forcibly mobilized a little mana to input into it, and several rays of light erupted from the screw mouth and landed on the ground in front of the bed.

After doing this simple operation, Meng Zhou couldn't hold on any longer, his head was crooked on the pillow, his eyes were closed again, his barely raised jade arm hung down weakly, and his slender jade hand just hung outside the edge of the bed.

The next moment, Meng Zhou woke up in the body of "Zhou Qiang" and looked at the beautiful bride beside him, her expression was more than a hundred times more complicated than just now.

That's the other half of yourself!

She lay quietly, her jade body was horizontal, her arms were slightly exposed, and she had a lazy style of pillows and sideburns.

"It's beautiful." Meng Zhou's narcissistic way.

"Smack." He suddenly slapped himself twice and scolded in a low voice: "Zhou Qiang, you really deserve to die!" ”

Meng Zhou retracted his gaze, got up and got out of bed, and bent down to pick up a few items on the ground that had erupted from the shell of the white jade snail.

A storage bag, two jade bottles and two books, and a sandalwood box.

These are all gifts carefully prepared by Xia Qing for this appointment to Zhou Qiang, and they are worth a lot of money.

Tonight, she sneaked to the appointment with full sincerity and anticipation, never thinking that it was a scam from beginning to end, a trap carefully arranged for her.

She is young, quasi-foundation cultivation, the true inheritance of the sect, and she has a great future, but she is so confused and a rotten person to be an outlaw mandarin duck.

If it weren't for the things in his hands, Meng Zhou really wanted to slap "Zhou Qiang" twice.

There was a wooden table and wooden bench a few steps away in front of the bed, and Meng Zhou took two steps forward and sat down, ready to carefully study these gifts prepared by Xia Qing.

His eyes were drawn to the objects on the table, and in the center of the table were two pieces of paper pressed by a ruler.

One is very old, but it is very well preserved, and the other is very new, obviously only written recently.

Seeing them, the relevant memories reappeared in the bottom of his heart, Meng Zhou was stunned for a moment, and slowly stretched out his hand.