I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

On a summer night five years ago, in Zoujia Village, Wanbei City.

"23 bodies." Ah Fei turned on the headlights and jumped out of the truck.

Ji Ming waved his arm, and the people with special abilities who followed him opened the teleportation array and dragged the young corpses that were lying all over the place into it one by one.

"How about it? A man's body can also be a tool for getting on top. What my uncle said is right, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Ji Ming raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged man walking slowly towards him with a pretty little boy in his arms.

Judging from the direction, it came from Zou Village.

The boy's face was pale, his steps were weak, and he was in very bad condition.

Song Rong and Ji Ming's eyes met, and they looked at each other for a long time without anyone speaking.

Ji Ming spoke first: "I like him."

"That's good." Song Rong whispered in Song Zhijie's ear: "He is from the Jizhong Society. If you serve him well, it will be easy to get into the core. Just bear with it for a while."

He stretched out his hand and pushed, and Song Zhijie staggered a few steps, holding his breath and walking towards Ji Ming.

Song Huaizhou and Song Zhi both have their fathers to support them, but he only has his uncle, who is the only one who buys him skirts and supports him in being himself.

Even though he was expelled from the Song family by his father, he still secretly helped himself to gain power.

In Song Zhijie's heart, his younger uncle who failed to seize the throne has replaced his biological father.

So whatever he says, he does.

His uncle would not harm him. The fact that he had taken away the agency rights from the Zou family was enough to prove it.

Song Zhijie's vision gradually blurred, his legs softened and he collapsed. Ji Ming picked him up by the waist, ignored Song Rong, stepped into the talisman formation and disappeared on the spot.

On the outskirts of the holy city, in the Junlin Villa area.

"Zhijie, when are you going to look for Biwei?" Song Rong paced back and forth in the room anxiously: "He hasn't bought the best fairy grass recently. If you don't hurry up, your uncle won't be able to stop him."

"I want to wait."

"Wait, wait! How long are you going to wait?" Song Rong's brows knitted together, and then he softened his voice: "Just bear with it, isn't it the same whether it's up or down?"

"It's not because of this..."

"Then come and meet him." Song Rong said seriously, "You also know the current situation. The Zhou family collapsed and Ji Yao showed up. We could have covered it up with our connections before, but how can we cover it up now? Ji Yao's personal soldiers are all over the world. He doesn't need our people at all. It's only a matter of time before we dig out the Gu Ling Society."

"Zhijie, I am risking my life to pave the way for you. If you wait and miss the opportunity, not only will Jinshan get away, but your uncle's life will also be lost. If I hadn't helped you stabilize Biwei, how could I have done this so blatantly at this critical moment."

Song Zhijie exhaled heavily and said, "I'll be there in a minute."

"Hey, this is my good boy."

Song Rong smiled with wrinkles in his eyes, hung up the phone, and adjusted his plain robe in front of the mirror, making himself look like an immortal.

Outside.

"Qian Yiming" took a step forward and walked slowly towards the backyard where people were sitting.

After a few minutes, Song Rong, with a kind face, stepped onto the high platform and sat cross-legged.

"Tongtong, who is the destined person who is going to take the top-grade fairy grass today?"

The woman named Tongtong stood up and helped a white-haired old man out from the crowd.

Song Rong took out a thick white petal from his arms, tore it into small pieces and put it into the old man's mouth.

Tongtong clasped her hands together, muttered something as if she was praying, and used her ability to go back in time to restore the old man's age to 60 years ago.

"Oh my god!"

Exclamations of shock rang out one after another, echoing for a long time.

The young and strong man jumped a few times excitedly, and then kowtowed and bowed to Song Rong with a pious look on his face.

Song Rong raised his arm slightly: "New skin is not easily damaged, go back and rest for a few days."

"Yes, President."

"Wait a minute."

An untimely shout was heard, and everyone turned their eyes over.

"Qian Yiming" took off his mask and stood up: "Leave in half an hour."

Tongtong's expression changed and she looked at Song Rong in panic.

In half an hour, this person will age rapidly and his life will end. This is the price of going back in time.

Song Rong winked at someone in the crowd, then looked at Yun Wang with a kind look.

"It seems that this believer has cultivated his soul to the extreme and wants everyone to see it."

A faint "death" was heard.

Yun Wang didn't move at all. He slowly raised his right arm horizontally, made the shape of an eight with his fingers, like a pistol, and touched his upper and lower lips.

"Snapped."

A cold light shot out from the tip of the index finger, and the artificial being possessing the abilities of the Ji family turned into flashing, fragmented particles.

Song Rong stood up suddenly, stared at Yun Wang in disbelief, and shouted hoarsely.

"Tongtong!"

"Snapped!"

Yun Wang exploded again, pointing his finger directly at Song Rong: "Don't you know me?"

At this time, Bi Wei crawled to Yun Wang's side using her hands and feet, grabbed his clothes tightly with both hands, and her tone was full of pleading.

"You can't do that, Master Zhou... You can't do that..."

Yun Wang took out the [Spiritual Herb]: "This is a medium-quality product that I spent ten million to buy."

He picked up a similar one from the lawn and threw them all to the bewildered Bi Wei.

"The president of the Guling Society is Song Rong."

Bi Wei was shocked and looked at the man on the stage: "Your last name is Song!"

Everyone knows that the Song family has no ability at all!

Song Rong fell to the ground with a thud, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

How could it be Zhou Fusheng? He is clearly not like this, he is clearly dead...

Song Rong did not dare to show up at the state funeral for fear of his identity being exposed, so he had no idea that the face in the portrait had been replaced, and it was the face in front of him.

"fraud!"

Bi Wei angrily tore off the weeds and walked away angrily.

As senior members came to their senses, large numbers of people stood up and left in disappointment.

Yun Wang slowly approached Song Rong, leaned down, and pointed the gun at his forehead. This seemingly funny scene made Song Rong dare not move at all.

"How did you train Song Zhijie to listen to you so much? Did you teach him since he was a child?"

Song Rong choked up: "No...no...he is the one who is flirting and wants to climb up with his body. It has nothing to do with me..."

"Oh——" Yun Wang drew out the voice, his eyes full of frost, like the cold moon in a cold night, which made people shudder.

"I thought you were deliberately supporting Song Zhijie with all your strength, using Song Zhijie to smear Song Zheng, ruin his reputation, and embarrass him, in order to vent your anger."

"I thought it was you who alienated their father-son relationship, deepened the rift, and used Song Zhijie to kill Song Zheng."

"I misunderstood even more. You used Song Zhijie as a tool to cling to the powerful, your cash cow, and a pawn in your power building."

Yun Wang pulled Song Rong's collar tightly and said, "When he was still young and ignorant, you taught him to use his body to get what he wanted, and gave him a girl named Wen Yan to practice with him."

Yun Wang's eyes were cold: "How old is he now? How old was he five or six years ago?"

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "You ruined him."

Song Rong's breathing inevitably became rapid, and he was forced to roar loudly by the strong murderous intent.

"Someone come! Someone come! Kill! Kill!!"

The people with special abilities rushed out, and the moment they saw Yun Wang, they all knelt down in unison.

"Master Zhou!"

"I am your master!" Song Rong was anxious.

"But no one obeys you."

Yun Wang broke the chain hanging on Song Rong's neck, and the [Spirit] shaped key shook slightly. He saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and shot out a cold light without hesitation.

"Stop!!!" Song Zhijie screamed.

He stumbled towards the ice chips scattered on the ground, picked up the red residue that was chilling to the bone, and looked dazed.

"Why…"

Song Zhijie's eyes gradually turned red. He looked up at Yun Wang, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Why kill him..."

"Aren't you short of money?" Yun Wang hung the key to the vault around Song Zhijie's neck: "Aren't you short of manpower? All..."

Yun Wang fell silent and stared at the black-gold sword that was inserted into his chest.

He calmly held Song Zhijie's hand and increased his strength.

Song Zhijie immediately struggled, trying his best to twist his wrist, and the cold blood covered his entire hand.

He kicked wildly, screaming, "Enough!"

Yun Wang lowered his arm, drew his sword and threw it to Song Zhijie, then disappeared indifferently on the spot.