Chapter 1: Soul Piercing the Otherworld

"Zhao Haochen, this is what will happen to you as an enemy of the Holy King!" On the tall torture platform of the Holy King City, there was a dignified bloody aura, and every inch of land here was dark red, slaughtering!

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A bloodstained teenager, nailed to a wooden plank, his black hair fluttering and disheveled in the wind.

In the face of everyone's clamour, he just laughed at himself, this step was his mistake after all!

His name is Zhao Haochen, the sword of the Sword Emperor Pavilion. As the young master of the Sword Emperor Pavilion, no one has understood the meaning of "family and power" better than him since he was a child.

All the time, he reminded himself that if he took a wrong step, the Sword Emperor Pavilion would fall into his hands.

In order to cast the sword, with his own blood as the guide, sacrifice to the heaven and the earth, obsessed with the sword, in order to find the sword casting material, all over the world, and see the strange stones outside the temple of the holy king.

It's just that for some reason, the Sword Emperor forcibly asked him to give up forging this divine sword.

Obsessed with sword love, for this matter, Zhao Haochen and the Sword Emperor had a very unpleasant quarrel.

But at the moment when Zhao Haochen left the Sword Emperor Pavilion, the Sword Emperor looked at his figure that was gradually moving away, it was so decisive, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head a little helplessly.

"Be bold and do it, for the Father to bear it upon you!"

Thinking of his father, a warm smile appeared on the boy's face.

I hope that this matter will not involve my father, and I will not implicate the Sword Emperor Pavilion.

"Zhao Haochen, do you know what's wrong?" the Saint King glared at him angrily.

"I didn't do anything wrong, what do you want me to recognize?" Zhao Haochen sneered.

"Bastard, you dare to question this king!" the Holy King snapped.

When I listened to my father, I would not have fallen to this point now, let alone be framed by traitors, and a bitter feeling surged in my heart.

He was silent!

There was a hint of coldness between the Saint King's eyebrows, and he took this silence as a tacit acquiescence, and directly ordered: "Ling Chi will be executed to set an example!"

"Heaven, earth, what's going on? Why did I just come over, I was on the guillotine, the sky is unfair!" Zhao Haochen said with pity in his heart.

"Was that the explosion?"

"Da Da Da!"

In the corridor, I remembered the footsteps of the head teacher again.

Zhao Haochen hurriedly stuffed the novel in his hand into the drawer, raised his head, stared at the blackboard seriously, and sat extremely upright.

"Zhao Haochen hand over your novel!" As soon as the head teacher entered the door, he walked straight towards Zhao Haochen's position.

A gust of fragrant wind hit, Zhao Haochen took a hard breath, smiled hippie, and said: "Teacher, I am a good student, how can I ......"

However, before the words were finished, the homeroom teacher reached out and took it out of the drawer, held it high at Zhao Haochen, and said with strong words: "I have already seen it from the camera!"

I want to reach out and grab it, but I don't have the guts, joke, this is a tigress!

Turning around and walking towards the podium, Zhao Haochen stretched out his hand, with a sad face, the breeze blew, his skirt was slightly lifted, and he saw the head teacher who was not a few years older than him, with slender legs, Zhao Haochen looked obscenely and licked his lips fiercely.

"It looks pretty good, ......too!

Hahaha!

Itching in my heart, thinking about it, a smug laugh, just by looking at that evil expression, you know what this lewd man of the 21st century is thinking.

"Now let's start the lecture, this lesson is mainly about the composition of explosives!" the head teacher began to lecture.

Zhao Haochen stared straight at the slender legs, flying in the dark.

"Zhao Haochen!" the homeroom teacher shouted, "You come up and combine these materials into the proportion of explosives!"

Suddenly startled, he stood up suddenly, and under the attention of everyone, he walked onto the podium, looking at the dazzling materials, and was at a loss.

In the face of the majestic head teacher, he had to be a dead horse doctor.

"Fight!"

I took a few random materials, and under the playful gaze of the head teacher, I began to prepare explosives.

"It seems that there is sulfur, saltpeter, charcoal, what else?" Zhao Haochen opened his mouth, his face was full of depression, and he said in his heart: "You girl, how can you be such a whole person! Forget it, forget it, watch me make explosives, blow up your face full of flowers, and make you soothed!"

I was shouting in my heart, but I still had to meditate hard and be stunned on the podium.

"Hey, what's that?" Zhao Haochen raised his eyes, thought for a moment, grinned, and said, "It's you!"

Lumpy, in a glass bottle, with a pungent smell of kerosene.

Bang, uncorked the bottle, and was about to fall, when the homeroom teacher's face was anxious and pale, and he yelled, his voice was a little wrong, and he trembled, "Quick!

Zhao Haochen was a little puzzled, and grinned, "Okay!" After speaking, as soon as his hand was released, the bottle fell in response, only to hear a bang, the bottle shattered, and the white lumpy medicine in it fell into the water by accident, without emitting a pungent smell.

"It smells so bad!" Zhao Haochen frowned and covered his nose with his hand.

"Get down!"

The head teacher was hoarse, only to see that at this time, there was a cluster of flames of gas slamming on the table, Zhao Haochen looked a little stunned, feeling curious, and looked at it stupidly, but then, the kerosene burned, and finally, under Zhao Haochen's face full of fright, there was a loud roar, and he watched the flames rushing to his face, and he didn't have time to dodge until he flew into the sky.

It wasn't until this moment that he saw the label on the glass bottle, which contained the medicine sodium, which ignited when exposed to water, and next to it was the explosives he had just configured, oh my God, he sent himself into space like this.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Haochen wanted to cry bitterly, what was wrong with it, why did he have to play with explosives, and he lost his little life, and his soul pierced through the other world, but why did the characters in those novels all cross over to the famous family, but he was so sad and rushed to the torture platform?

What a tragedy!

There was a pang of grief in my heart, and I wept bitterly.

"Heavens, why are you so unfair to me?"

With tears on his face and a mournful voice, Zhao Haochen kept sobbing, looking at the cold long knife, his heart was like ashes.

The long knife in the executioner's hand was slowly raised, flashing with a cold cold light, a dazzling light, and just as it was about to fall, Zhao Haochen's head was in pain.

An arrogant, free, and obsessive soul walked out, looked at Zhao Haochen with a pair of cold and cold eyes, and slowly spoke: "You control this body, but you have to take responsibility!"

As soon as the words fell, a soul transmission entered Zhao Haochen's mind.

Suddenly opened his eyes, two golden rays of light burst out of it, his scattered hair flew without wind, a touch of mockery and disdain flashed on his little face, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Wait!"