The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

After solving the trouble here, it's time to go about his mission.

Zheng Pengqing is now thirty-five years old and an old gangster. Although his father Zhang San has extended his life, it is obvious that their generation is almost over here.

But Zhang San has not yet accepted his fate, and has been studying sorcery in order to change his son's fate and allow his grandson to be born smoothly.

I don't know if there is any succession to the throne in their family, so they have to stick to that descendant - maybe because what they can't get is more precious.

According to the address where the incident occurred in the original memory, Wen Shao looked for it, but missed it. After counting with his fingers, he frowned slightly.

The rules of this world are that one does not count oneself, and one's parents and brothers are all blood relatives, so they cannot be counted. Wen Shao has inherited the cause and effect of the original body, and it is also hindered by the laws of this world that the calculation cannot be clear.

Wen Shao frowned and thought for a moment, then turned and left.

J City, Wen family.

Today marks thirty years since his family left. Wen Xing sighed at the two tablets. His parents got married early and gave birth to children early. He is the eldest son, the child conceived by his mother when she was twenty.

But when his brother was born, his mother was already forty years old. If the doctor hadn't said that he was in better health than his peers and the risks of old age were relatively small, they wouldn't have insisted on keeping his brother.

Everything went smoothly from pregnancy to delivery as the doctor said. Their family was rich and they took various supplements during the pregnancy. All the indicators during the prenatal checkup were normal. However, the child was so weak that no investigation could find out the reason. .

Therefore, the superstitious grandma asked a fortune teller to have a look, but she didn't expect that this look would actually take three relatives away from him.

Needless to say, his parents passed away one after another. Even his only brother Wen Shao didn't know whether he was dead or alive. He didn't dare to see or ask about it. He only came to see his parents when he had free time.

"I hope your sacrifices were not in vain." Wen Xing took a long puff of cigarette. Amidst the smoke, the middle-aged man in his forties had gray hair on his temples. Tears filled his eyes after he had experienced a lot.

At one moment, he thought of his younger brother who had been separated for thirty years in Tianshan. He wondered if his fate had been changed. At another moment, he thought of his parents who passed away in front of him. Now... he should be thirty years old.

"It's too biased." He said, "If it weren't for grandma, I don't know how I could have survived all these years. You only think about exchanging your own life for your brother's life. Why don't you think about what I would do if I lost my parents?"

The pain when he was nineteen years old was so heart-wrenching that he couldn't get out of it for a while, and even resented his younger brother, who was a compatriot from the same mother.

Now that thirty years have passed, he has long looked away, because it is not his brother's fault. He is just a two-year-old child, weak and weak. No one has asked his opinion, everyone is choosing for him.

Only occasionally, a childlike grievance would arise in his heart, and he would wonder whether his parents had considered him at all.

After smoking a cigarette, Wen Xing went downstairs and saw his brat hurriedly walking in. He howled when he saw him, followed by a very handsome young man.

Wen Xing's eyes were involuntarily attracted to him, perhaps because his appearance and temperament were so outstanding, or perhaps because he looked a bit similar...

"Dad, are you listening to me?" Wen Pingan was so angry that he jumped up and down in the room.

Wen Xing coughed lightly: "I'm listening."

"Then what did you say I just said?"

"..."

Wen Ping'an was so angry that he put his hands on his hips: "You really didn't listen, I'm going to tell mom!"

Wen Xing rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little headache, and scolded softly: "Okay, there are still guests here, what do you think you look like now?"

He got married late and had Wen Ping'an when he was thirty-two years old. He didn't expect him to be rich, but only wanted him to spend his life in peace. It was only after he had him that he gradually understood why his parents would take their own lives. In exchange for my brother's life.

This kid in his family seemed quite cute and cute when he was young, but after he passed puberty, he became more and more like a monkey, jumping up and down all day long. There were several times when he was so angry that he almost couldn't help the family.

Only then did Wen Ping'an remember that there was someone behind him, and he felt short of breath. He quickly asked Wen Shao to sit down and poured a cup of tea himself: "Boss, please have some tea~"

Smiling like a dog.

Wen Xing raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wen Ping'an suggestively, but saw that the other party was only staring at the young man with extraordinary temperament. He didn't even care that the teacup in front of his old father was still empty. He sighed helplessly and poured himself a cup.

It is better to raise a dog than to raise a son...

Wen Ping'an didn't know what his father was thinking, so he said excitedly: "I met a ghost!"

Wen Xing's brows twitched, and he didn't know what expression to put on for a moment.

He should be frightened and concerned that his son had seen a ghost, but the boy's excited look immediately put him off.

Wen Ping'an thought he didn't believe it, so he shouted again: "Really! I'm a bastard for lying to you."

"What's going on, bastard, please speak slowly."

Wen Ping'an glared at him before speaking.

Every school has some suspicious legends, and Wen Ping'an's school is no exception. He is seventeen years old and in his third year of high school. He is only three months away from the college entrance examination, but the longer the time passes, the more he can't calm down.

Just last weekend, he and a few good friends made an appointment to go on an adventure to a legendary place in the school.

There is an abandoned hut next to the garbage dump at the back door of the school. Legend has it that a girl hanged herself here more than ten years ago, and her soul has been lingering here. Every midnight, the girl's faint cry can be heard.

It is said that someone once saw a floating shadow here, with her feet off the ground and her long hair flying. Her face could not be seen clearly, only she was crying:

"Help me...I'm in pain..."

"please……"

"Help me……"

"Woooooooo..."

As the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die. It's obvious that they are going to die.

On Saturday night, they went together to the abandoned hut next to the garbage dump. When they first set off, several of them patted their chests and made sure that they were seven-foot-tall men with strong blood and absolutely no chance of being afraid of ghosts.

No matter how confidently I said it at the time, there were so many slaps in the face later.

The moon was at the top of the sky, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Because of this miraculous legend, there was no one here at night. A few people were walking together, and the only sound they could hear was their pounding heartbeats.

"Hey, aren't you afraid? Why are you holding me so tightly?"

"I...I'm not afraid. Listen to yourself how loud your heartbeat is. Are you going to get scared?"

"Who is scared?"

"Woooooooo..."

"Whoever is a coward is a dog!"

"Woooooooo..."

"Okay, okay, Xiaopingan, I know you are scared, so there is no need to cry. Don't worry, I will protect you."

Wen Ping'an swallowed: "I didn't cry."

The three of them looked at each other, and before they even reached the hut, they were so frightened that they ran away.

"Ahhhhh, there is a ghost!!!"

Wen Ping'an lowered his voice to create a terrifying atmosphere and said to Wen Xing: "I looked back while running and saw a human head hanging on the dead tree next to the hut!"

Wen Xing frowned: "What then?"

Wen Ping'an chuckled: "I took a special look the next day during the day, and there was a black garbage bag hanging on the tree."

Wen Xing rolled his eyes at him.