Life Winner Cultivation System [Quick Transmigration]

When Yan Zheng woke up drowsily, all he could see was a busy figure in front of his eyes. After staring at it for a long time, his bewildered mind could only feel that this figure was very familiar.

He thought about it and tried to remember, but he only remembered that he was drinking, and then he seemed to be drunk, and he didn't know what happened after that, no, how could he be drunk?Thinking of this, he moved his hand slightly, only to realize that he was tied to the chair.

His dazed mind was completely awakened by fright, he struggled hard, and desperately found that the knot that bound him was a sailor's knot, and it would only get tighter and tighter as he struggled, but he came to see Fu Zhiyuan, his best friend, and he didn't bring any with him at all. Any sharp weapon, even before he went out, he told his family that he would go back later, completely preventing his own way of life.

By the way, Fu Zhiyuan!

Yan Zheng raised his head suddenly, just in time to see the person who turned around because of the sound of his struggle, it was Fu Zhiyuan!

"Yan Zheng, you're awake." Fu Zhiyuan said.

Yan Zheng looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, holding a trace of ridiculous expectation, "Zhiyuan, are you playing with me? Untie me quickly, I'm uncomfortable."

Fu Zhiyuan put down the things in his hands, stood tall and independent, and the white shirt was particularly glaring in this situation, "I'm not joking. I'm sorry, Yan Zheng, but I need your help."

"What help?" Yan Zheng asked.

Fu Zhiyuan looked at him fixedly, "I want your heart."

After the startled Yan Zheng was overwhelmed, he realized that eight hearts were placed neatly around his body. The hearts formed a circle, wrapping him in the middle. There were dense and extremely complicated patterns on the ground, like is an ancient symbol.

Yan Zheng has been in the Criminal Police Brigade for nearly ten years, and he has seen many corpses. He can tell at a glance that those hearts all belong to human beings. Thinking about the heart-extraction case that has troubled him for a long time, there are exactly eight corpses. , exactly eight hearts, a terrible conjecture took shape in his mind.

"I am the murderer."

Fu Zhiyuan's words confirmed his guess.

"Why!" Yan Zheng couldn't figure out how he, a good friend who had always donated the most donations, would be so soft-hearted when passing beggars, and would take out his money after being begged for a few times, how could he be reduced to the point of killing people? And even killing eight people, everyone can't have a grudge against him!

Fu Zhiyuan lowered his eyelids, holding a knife in his hand, "I can't help it, Yan Zheng, I have thought about other things, but I really can't help it, I'm sorry, really."

"What can't be done?" Yan Zheng couldn't understand.

"Yan Zheng, I have searched all the bookstores in the city, looking for a lot of books, but I couldn't find them, so I searched online, and if I couldn't find them, I searched for contacts. I tried everything, but only found this one ,Feel sorry."

Fu Zhiyuan picked up the knife and poured a can of water-like transparent liquid onto the handle of the knife. The body of the knife reflected spots of light under the dim light, and the sharp blade made Yan Zheng's heart skip a beat.

"I know, I remember, you used to go to the library for a while, I thought you found a new way to vent your inner distress, didn't you?" Yan Zheng spoke slowly, and his tone was as calm as possible, Hoping to stabilize Fu Zhiyuan's mood, he turned his back to Fu Zhiyuan's wrist quietly, hoping to escape, but he found helplessly that even if he turned to his wrist, it was just doing futile work.

This kind of sailor knot was first taught to him by Yan Zheng. At that time, Yan Zheng just joined the army and learned the sailor knot in the army. During the holidays, he excitedly went to teach Fu Zhiyuan, and twitched.Fu Zhiyuan's learning ability has always been very good, but after being demonstrated by Yan Zheng a few times, he has mastered the skills and is even more proficient in playing than him.

At that time, Yan Zheng never imagined that this knot would be used on himself in the end.

Fu Zhiyuan chuckled, he turned the blade, walked slowly towards Yan Zheng who was bound, and finally stopped [-] centimeters away from him.

"Yan Zheng, do you know what I found in the library? It's an ancient book of spells, and there is a spell in it, which is the spell of imprisonment." Fu Zhiyuan's eyes were bright, and the dim light reflected in his eyes , as if a small flame was burning in his eyes, "It is not human beings who are imprisoned, but death."

Fu Zhiyuan has already said this, Yan Zheng is not stupid, how can he not understand, Fu Zhiyuan intends to summon the god of death, and then imprison the god of death, forcing the god of death to return his dead brother Fu Zhixiu to him, but...

"But it's simply impossible! There's no resurrection technique in this world, Zhiyuan, you're a demon!" Yan Zheng shouted.

He finally remembered that for a while, Fu Zhiyuan liked to buy small animals, all kinds of small animals, chickens, ducks, cats and dogs, especially poultry like chickens and ducks, almost five a day, but in the end they all disappeared. He also wondered where all these poultry went, but in the later period, Fu Zhiyuan no longer bought poultry, but newspapers and Weibo began to mention the phenomenon of missing corpses in the hospital morgue. He also told Fu Zhiyuan at that time Got up, guessed a few words.

In fact, these disappeared animals and corpses were probably taken by Fu Zhiyuan to practice dissection!

This is probably the reason why the murderer was so skillful in the heart attack case.

Fu Zhiyuan's face darkened, and a stern look flashed in his eyes, "Yan Zheng, don't make me angry, of course the resurrection technique will be effective, and my Zhixiu will come back to me!"

Having said that, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to adjust his emotions. When he opened his eyes again, he regained his calm posture, "Thank you for always telling me your action plan, which made my action go so smoothly. Thank you very much, really. Don’t worry, as I said, only eight people will die, and there will be no eighteen or twenty-eight. I will also help support the parents of these people who died... Yan Zheng, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have killed you if it wasn't necessary."

It's a pity that the spell book says that to imprison the God of Death requires eight hearts of people born on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which are respectively suppressed in the eight directions of the anti-gossip charm, and to summon the God of Death requires killing one's close relatives and friends , to defile his own soul.

Death likes to eat the cleanest souls, as well as the most filthy souls.

Since Fu Zhiyuan lost Fu Zhixiu, it was impossible to have a clean soul, so he had no choice but to make his soul the dirtiest, and Yan Zheng was the only one of his close relatives and friends left.

Yan Zheng wanted to persuade him a few more words, but he saw that Fu Zhiyuan began to say some very jerky and rare words in his mouth. To him, these unfamiliar words were eerie. I don't know if it was an illusion. Week is getting colder and colder.

"Zhiyuan, stop quickly, you still have time to give up! Without Fu Zhixiu, you still have me!" Yan Zheng shouted.

However, these words could not shake the firm Fu Zhixiu at all.

When the long series of jerky spells were finished, the knife in his hand suddenly stabbed, piercing Yan Zheng's heart from front to back.

Yan Zheng couldn't even say a word, but looked at him with pitiful eyes until the eyes lost the brilliance of life.

"I'm sorry, if there is an afterlife, I will pay you back the debt of a lifetime, and let you take revenge for the rest of my life."

A trace of sadness and deep apology flashed in Fu Zhiyuan's eyes, but he didn't see regret at all. After stabbing, he stepped away from the circle and finished reciting the rest of the spell outside the circle.

When the last sound of the incantation fell, Yan Zheng's figure suddenly disappeared, replaced by the figure of a child.

It was the child who killed Fu Zhixiu several times back then, and Fu Zhiyuan would never forget this face even when he died.

"You are the god of death."

The child smiled obscenely, and was about to approach him with one step. The eight hearts around him suddenly let out a "bang", igniting groups of blue-green flames, which were connected together in an instant, forming a circle of fire, which scared him. He stopped immediately.

This is the refining fire of hell that specializes in killing God of Death. As long as he is contaminated with a trace, he will be instantly reduced to ashes.

"Not bad, you are quite capable." The child stood in the circle, looking at him gloomyly.

"As long as you return Zhixiu to me, I'll let you go." Fu Zhiyuan looked at him without hesitation, "Otherwise I'll kill you!" He held the unused bottle of transparent liquid in his hand , threatened.

This is an existence similar to oil, and if it is poured out through the refining fire of hell, it can make the flame burn along the liquid to the body of the god of death.

"I can't do it." The child said crisply.

Fu Zhiyuan immediately pulled open the bottle, as if to pour it out.

The child was startled, "Stop! I said I can't do it!"

"I can't do it! I still don't want to do it!"

"I said I can't do it, but I can't do it! Your brother's soul is not with me. This is God's will. Only God has the right to decide whether to return it to you!"

Fu Zhiyuan was silent, feeling desolate in his heart, and the words Fu Zhixiu had said before rang again in his ears——

"Perhaps we have now become toys in the hands of God."

Fu Zhiyuan actually believed what the child said.

"So, you really can't do it?" Fu Zhiyuan asked without closing the cap, turning the bottle in his hand.

The child said impatiently: "Of course! Stupid human!"

"I see."

Fu Zhiyuan smiled miserably, and under the terrified gaze of the child, he suddenly poured the liquid in his hand towards the child!

The child screamed and was burned to death in an instant.

Just when Fu Zhiyuan was disheartened, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "For your dead brother, you killed so many people and completely polluted your own soul, is it worth it?"

Fu Zhiyuan turned around, it was the cake designer back then.This must be God, he thought.

"Can you return Zhixiu to me?" He seemed to be crying, his eyes sparkled, and his great joy and sorrow made him so vulnerable that he couldn't bear a single blow.

The God who always smiles is also a little sad at this time, "You are so pure, your soul is like a soft cloud, white and clean, everything is so perfect except for an obsession called 'Fu Zhixiu', I used to think you could be my angel."

"I don't want to be an envoy, please, give me back Zhixiu, I'm so tired, I'm really tired..."

Every day, every day, I ran all over the place and couldn't find my dearest brother. I recalled the way Fu Zhixiu died in front of him again and again, which made him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry every time, but he couldn't cry. Dried up the moment he witnessed Fu Zhixiu's death.

"Please, I beg you, even if it's just to send me back to that day of endless reincarnation, as long as I can see him again, it will be fine... Please, I beg you..."

God sighed in pity, and his figure faded away.

"Then can you resurrect those people!" Fu Zhiyuan yelled, "They are all innocent, and I am the only one guilty. I am willing to go to hell to pay for it!"

The figure of God has disappeared.

Fu Zhiyuan stood there blankly, feeling that his world was gloomy.He killed so many innocent people and Yan Zheng, but in the end he got nothing.Rather than letting him go to hell, in fact, isn't what he is in now already hell?

"That, that, if you cry again, I'll kiss you."

Behind Fu Zhiyuan, a familiar voice sounded.