After my wife pulled out my oxygen tube, I was born again

Song Yang stood there, his eyes deep and focused, as if he could see through all the fog.

He watched the hexagram "Kan" on the ground rotate gently.

Every line seems to hide endless secrets.

This is the magic of the Dayan Sutra. Those ancient Sanskrit characters and symbols formed illusory scenes in his mind, like rippling water and interlaced light and shadow.

Suddenly, a melodious Sanskrit sound sounded, like a call from ancient times, penetrating the boundaries of time and space.

Song Yang felt as if his soul was pulled by this mysterious force and entered a deeper world.

He saw a revolving door of scenes, all filled with memories of himself and Zhang Miaozhen.

They met by the lakeside of Pengxi. At that time, Zhang Miaozhen was as pure and innocent as a fairy.

It was only the first time they met, and laughter and joyful words echoed in their ears.

Then, the scene changed to the various challenges and difficulties they experienced together. Every time, Zhang Miaozhen stood firmly by his side, giving him endless support and encouragement.

Hot eyes, gentle smile.

However, the last scene made Song Yang's heart tighten suddenly.

He saw Zhang Miaozhen's figure with his back turned to him, gradually moving away, and finally disappeared into the mist.

This scene seemed to foreshadow something, causing Song Yang to feel a strong uneasiness in his heart.

At this moment, Song Yang suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had to act immediately.

Immediately, he silently recited the Four Transformations Flying Star Fu Duan Jue in his heart!

This is an ancient and mysterious magic that is said to be able to gain insight into the heavens and predict the future.

As the magic formula was running, a mysterious power suddenly surged around him.

In the sky, the stars began to rotate rapidly, turning into streaks of light, as if they were about to tear the night sky apart.

These streams of light come together to form stunning celestial phenomena.

Song Yang looked up and saw a huge whirlpool appearing in the northern sky, as if it was going to swallow everything up.

And in the center of the whirlpool, a divine beast loomed. It was huge and majestic, as if it was the guardian of heaven and earth.

The eyes of this divine beast were shining with light. It stared at Song Yang, slowly lowered its head, and pressed its forehead against Song Yang's forehead, as if it was conveying some kind of message to him.

Song Yang's heart moved, and he understood that this was the guidance of the divine beast, telling him the whereabouts of Zhang Miaozhen.

At this moment, the vortex in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the figure of the divine beast also disappeared.

But before Song Yang's eyes, an illusory scene appeared.

He saw Zhang Miaozhen bound in a dark corner, her eyes full of fear and helplessness, as if she was asking him for help.

A strong impulse surged in Song Yang's heart, and he knew that he had to save Zhang Miaozhen immediately.

He stood up and looked firmly to the north.

He knew that that was the direction guided by the mythical beast, and that was where Zhang Miaozhen was!

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment,

"Chengbei." He whispered two words, but his tone was full of determination.

Qi Nianzhen listened clearly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then turned into deep admiration.

She knew that Song Yang was not a person who jumped to conclusions easily. Once he spoke, it meant that he was completely sure.

"There really is an abandoned factory in the north of the city." Qi Nianzhen said, with a hint of excitement in her tone, "Let's go and take a look right away."

Song Yang nodded and stood up, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

He knew that time was life, and every second wasted would put Zhang Miaozhen in more danger.

The two hurriedly left the teahouse and prepared to get in the car and head to the north of the city.

At this moment, Qi Nianzhen's eyes accidentally glanced at the corner outside the teahouse.

She saw several gangsters lying on the ground, their faces covered in blood, calling for help in pain!

"Help! Help me!"

She was startled and then understood.

These gangsters must be the ones who harassed them before, and their current miserable state is obviously the work of Song Yang.

She couldn't help but look at Song Yang with admiration. This man was not only extremely intelligent, but also very skilled.

But Song Yang acted as if nothing happened. He walked straight to the car and prepared to start the engine.

"Let's go, we don't have much time!"

Qi Nianzhen looked away and followed Song Yang into the car. She knew that the most important thing now was to find Zhang Miaozhen, and everything else was unimportant.

…………

The abandoned factory in the north of the city was eerie and silent, with only a few occasional birdsong breaking the deathly silence.

Several foreigners were surrounding Zhang Miaozhen with obscene expressions. One of them had already untied her clothes, revealing her white skin.

Zhang Miaozhen struggled feebly with her hands tied behind her back.

Her eyes were filled with despair and fear, and tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

She felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, unable to struggle and unable to escape.

Is it...

Are you going to lose your virginity here today?

Are you going to die here?

Just when she felt completely desperate, Song Yang suddenly appeared in her mind.

The man who always had a gentle smile, the man who always showed up in time when she needed help the most.

"Song Yang, I'm sorry..."

From the corners of his eyes, Zhang Miaozhen shed tears for some unknown reason.

At this moment, a loud noise broke the silent and desperate atmosphere.

A car smashed open the door of the factory and sped in.

Before the car stopped, a man jumped out of the car!

His out-of-control car directly knocked out two foreigners who were on guard.

squeak--!

boom! ! !

The remaining foreigners were not ordinary masters, and they immediately made emergency preparations.

In the dim light, they saw a figure in a trance.

This figure was tall and straight, standing there like a mountain.

When this figure approached, they saw his face clearly.

This is a young and handsome face, with a sharp light shining in his eyes. This figure is Song Yang!

After Zhang Miaozhen saw this figure, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Woooooooo...Song Yang!! Song Yang!"

She felt like a princess being rescued by Prince Charming. Her hero appeared in front of her to save her from danger.

Her heart was beating wildly and feelings were burgeoning rapidly.

The emotions that were originally suppressed in my heart suddenly burst out uncontrollably!

he came!

This time, he's here again!

Save yourself from despair for once!

At this time, several burly foreigners with fierce faces suddenly surrounded him. They stared at Song Yang unkindly, with provocation and threats on their faces.

"Hey, boy, are you here to die?"

One of the foreigners asked in blunt Chinese.

They were obviously provocative, their tone was contemptuous, and they did not take the somewhat frail-looking Chinese man in front of them at all.

Song Yang slowly raised his head, his eyes were cold and sharp, like a cold knife, instantly piercing the hearts of those foreigners.

He showed no fear at all, but instead exuded a powerful aura that made the foreigners feel palpitations.

"I will be your lifelong nightmare."