Nine Deaths Become Immortals [Rebirth]

When Bai Ze woke up, he found himself in a bumpy carriage.

His hands were tied behind his back, his whole body was sore, and he was lying on the ground like cargo. There were two other teenagers in the carriage, who were still asleep at the moment.

Although the clothes are rough and the appearance is messy, the two teenagers can be seen to be handsome.Youngsters who have not yet fully developed have an indistinguishable aesthetic feeling.

Bai Ze realized his situation almost instantly.

He had to escape, but this body was too thin, and it should have just experienced beatings. It was very weak at this time, and it was impossible to break free from the shackles on his body.

So he didn't act rashly, closed his eyes and pretended not to wake up.

After a long time, the carriage finally stopped.He and the other two teenagers were carried off and thrown into a room. The ropes on their bodies were also untied. It seemed that they were not worried about them escaping at all.

At night, the other two teenagers also woke up one after another. Both of them were very frightened and uneasy, pushing the door desperately to escape.But when they found that the doors and windows were tightly closed and could not be opened no matter what, they burst into tears.

Bai Ze looked at the two crying teenagers curled up in a corner, and turned his head silently, feeling a little irritable.

Such a situation is not unfamiliar to him.

Most people in this world are born humble and humble.

These lowly people don't have so many rights to choose their own lives. Their only purpose is probably to survive.Constantly overcome all kinds of difficulties and accidents encountered in survival, and live with the flow.

Good-looking, for these lowly people, sometimes it is not a thing to be thankful for.

Just like him back then.

He was caught by human traffickers when he was very young.Those people locked him with some other children and judged them with malicious eyes.Although I didn't understand it at that time, I also knew that I would be sold to some bad places.

He knew he had to escape, but he was only a child.So he endured it, no matter how those people beat and scolded him, he would submit to it, until those people believed that he was cowardly and timid, and he didn't need to worry or be on guard too much.He took the hidden knife and slit the throat of the man who guarded them at night while he was dozing off.

He can't forget the appearance of the blood gushing out, and the look in the eyes of that person looking at him before he died.

As if he was a monster.

He could obviously run away without looking back, but somehow, he couldn't look away.He stared at the man with wide eyes, watching him dying and dying, seeing him dying, blood flowing all over the floor, completely dead.

Then the door was opened and all the trafficked children were released.

Yes, he never forgot.At such a young age, he had already killed people, and he already knew how to do anything to survive.And killing people didn't frighten him that much.

To survive is an instinct that does not need to be taught.

After that incident, he knew he had to be more cautious, more careful to survive.

Because it is not always such a fluke.

If someone like him... died, or disappeared suddenly one day, no one would know.He has to rely on himself.

He made himself dirtier and uglier, his face was always dark, and he was mixed among the beggars.Sure enough, no one noticed him anymore.He picks up food that other people throw away, spends the night next to the trash, does the occasional petty crime, and that's it...

until that day.

He had been staring at a fat sheep that day for a long time. It was a big fat man who seemed to be unable to move.His face is full of oil, and he always wears a big money bag around his waist, as if he is showing off his wealth all the time.

If he can steal that bag of money, he can use it to buy steamed buns, and he can eat them for a long, long time, without worrying about starvation for a long, long time, maybe... he can also try the taste of unrotten meat...

Thinking of meat, he licked his parched lips.It was the most extravagant food he could think of.

That fat man came down from the restaurant as usual, he saw the time, tore off his purse and ran towards the crowd!He runs very fast, and this kind of speed has been tempered in countless life-and-death pursuits. He is familiar with every alley, every fork in the road, and the gap between every house.

He ran fast, with the purse tightly in his arms, and the cold winter wind whistling in his ears.

The chasing sound behind him became farther and farther away until it disappeared.

When Bai Ze thought of himself at that time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.At that time, although embarrassed, it was so easy to be satisfied.Such a little money seems to have changed his destiny ever since.

As if that was the greatest achievement in life.but……

He was finally out of luck.

That fat man is not an ordinary person, he is acquainted with the boss of one of the gangs in the capital.He didn't intend to let go of this little bastard who dared to steal his money and make him ashamed.

Just one day.

He has not had time to buy a meat bun that he has been longing for for a long time.It was stolen.

When he was brought in front of that fat man and saw the viciousness and indifference in his eyes, he was not as scared as he imagined.

The day came neither so late nor so early.

His life was destined to be like this.If he can't get out of this quagmire, no matter how hard he tries to survive... an ant is an ant, and his life is less than ten years old, but he already has such an awareness.

The fat man kicked him a few times and left quickly.

The remaining men surrounded him and beat him mercilessly.

He has experienced many beatings, but this time is different. He knows these people beat him to death.

He didn't want to die, and his curled up habitually protected important parts of his body.But even that had a couple of broken ribs and a broken leg.

This period of time is very difficult, but he is still persisting, as long as he is still alive and breathing, he will persist.

Finally, those people stopped.

He knew his condition was not good, he had never been hurt so badly before.Because there is no money to see a doctor, there is still a high possibility that he will die...

Dead?

It's not that he hasn't thought of this word, but he has thought about it too many times.It should be a life that has just begun, but it has already been walking on the verge of death countless times.

So when these people carried him, who was half dead, to the river, they broke the ice and threw him into the icy river.He has always been very calm.

Begging these people to spare his life?If it worked, he would have done so long ago.

If it's useless, why bother to be laughed at before death?

It's enough to be so pathetic and ridiculous, and I don't want to do that again.

The freezing water flooded him, and his body was so numb that he lost consciousness, and he could hardly feel the pain.

Just sink slowly like this.

It's not bad for such a life to end like this.He never thought of committing suicide, not because he was brave, but because he was too afraid of death, as long as he had the slightest hope of living, he would not give up.Sometimes he himself wonders why he just can't learn to give up.

A life without hope, it should be better to give up, right?

Dark and cold.

That's what death is all about.The light gradually faded before his eyes, and he closed his eyes.

This time, he decided to give up.

but……

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed him who was sinking.

Those hands were like the only warmth in the endless winter, firmly grasping his arms, pulling him out of the dark abyss!

The sound of splashing water echoed in his ears, and a warm cloth was draped over his body, and he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw a pair of worried eyes.

It was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, clean, delicate and beautiful.His eyes were dark and bright, but he didn't hide the concern in them.

This is a boy who can tell at a glance that he is not in the same world as him.

But he saved him. There was no trace of dislike or disgust in those eyes, only genuine concern.

For the first time, someone cared about him.

So that he couldn't get used to it for a while.

"Are you okay?" The boy's voice was very pleasant, just like his own.

He nodded instinctively, then shook his head again.His situation is really not all right.Even if they were not thrown into the river, they would most likely die.

The white and beardless middle-aged man behind the boy calmly said the answer, "He is seriously injured, three ribs are broken, his forearm and leg bones are broken, and he has internal injuries. He must die."

This is about as far as he's expected, he thought.

But there was a sad look in the boy's eyes.

You obviously don't know each other, so why feel sorry for him?He looked at the young man in puzzlement, not even feeling sorry for himself.But inexplicably, he didn't want to make the boy sad, so he said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

This sentence seemed too clumsy, and obviously did not play a consoling role.

Instead, the boy became angry: "Is this all right?"

The middle-aged man reached out and held down the agitated boy, shaking his head, "You can't save him."

"Why." The young man calmed down, but there seemed to be some kind of depth brewing in his dark eyes.

"You can't save everyone, and..." the middle-aged man paused, with a hint of pity in his eyes, "Everyone has his own life... This is his life."

The young man pursed his lips, and words came out from between his teeth, "I don't believe in fate."

The middle-aged man was a little helpless, sighed, and finally said: "But you can't save a person who has given up on himself."

The boy was silent.

He looked at the young man, listened to their conversation, and had to admit that what the middle-aged man said was very reasonable.

He has indeed given up.

But he also saw the unwillingness in the young man's eyes.

Such deep unwillingness just fell into his eyes.Why?

He found that he had a lot of questions today, which he had never had before, and there had never been anyone or anything that he could not understand at all.

The emotions of a teenager are incompatible with this cruel and indifferent world.It is a novelty that has never appeared in his world, so that it cannot be speculated with common sense.

But he didn't hate it, on the contrary, he faintly longed for it...

He thought for a long time, and finally came up with a more suitable metaphor.

The concern of this young man whom he had never met before made him cherish it more than the big bag full of money.When he realized this, even he was shocked.

Could it be that something went wrong with his brain?

"It's not time to give up yet." After a moment of silence, the young man knelt down and looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "Giving up on yourself will only hurt your loved ones and make your enemies happy."

"So, you have to survive and live well." The young man said slowly, with a firm light in his eyes.

He still can't understand the pain of relatives and the joy of enemies.He was alone, with no relatives and no enmity, even if it was the fat man who put him in such a situation, he didn't think that could be called an enemy, it could only be regarded as cause and effect.

However, he didn't want to deny it, and living a good life was an unparalleled temptation for him.

He wants to live.especially……

If he is alive, he may still have the chance to meet this young man, to thank him, and to see such a look in his eyes.

Thinking of this, he was reluctant to die again.

He is really greedy for life and afraid of death.

It's a pity that some things are beyond his control.

The young man understood his eyes, showed an encouraging smile, turned his head and said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Xu, please send him to the best hospital and ask the best doctor to treat him. He will definitely recover of!"

"I believe in you!" The boy clenched his fists at him.

"Thank you." He said these two words awkwardly.His limited vocabulary could only come up with so crude words.He once said thank you to a passer-by for a whim of a handout, he once said thank you to the person who beat him after he was beaten...he said thank you many times.But he knew that only this time was different.

Although even he himself couldn't tell, what was the difference.

He was sent to the best hospital, and the middle-aged man invited the best doctor to treat him and paid in advance for the subsequent medical treatment.

After placing him, the teenager and the middle-aged man left.

Xu is that the middle-aged man has left enough money, and the hospital is very devoted to him.The doctor is not stupid, he can see that the identity of the young master and servant is not simple, so he dare not slack off on him, even if he looks like a dirty little beggar.But who can tell the truth about those noble people?What if I come back on a whim?

Although the clinic tried its best, no one was optimistic about his situation.

But he doesn't think so.

He's been through a lot of bad situations, and he's come through.This time, he will definitely be able to survive!

Not just for myself, but for a promise.

He promised the boy that he would live a good life.

From that moment on, he understood that he was no longer just living for himself.There is another person's shadow in his eyes, even though they may never have any intersection again.

He finally resisted.

The doctor who treated him marveled at his will to survive, saying it was a miracle.

Now that he was cured, he naturally couldn't stay in the medical hall anymore. Three months later, he walked out of the medical hall and looked up at the plaque on the top.

For three months, the boy never appeared again.

Such a result did not surprise him. Saving him was nothing more than a small effort for the young man, and he might have been forgotten long ago.

But he will not forget.

He will never forget the only person in this world who gives him warmth.

It was he who gave him new life.