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The two of them conversed for a bit more before Jiang Wuchen gained some understanding of the situation at the Haichuan. When the sky was about to brighten, he went to rest in the other bedroom.

Jiang Wuchen sat crossed legged on the side of the bed, quietly feeling his body. Although he had revived, the soul that had left the body three hundred years ago required a process of adaptation.

With regards to his current body, Jiang Wuchen was relatively satisfied. Three years of hard work had not been in vain, and compared to three years ago, it could simply be described as a rebirth.

However, there was still a huge difference when compared to the training he had endured in the Underworld Hell.

The image of the moment he was about to die flashed once in Jiang Wuchen's mind. He would never forget the cold feeling of suffocating himself to death when he jumped into the ice-cold sea.

No one wanted to die, forcing themselves to jump down the cliff was something they could do nothing about. Jiang Wuchen had fought back before, but to no avail.

He was drowned, tonight.

Death was not scary. What was scary was the pain and fear they experienced before they died.

After his soul entered hell, due to Jiang Wuchen having been a popinjay in his previous life, he had committed many evil deeds, including forcing her to act … Thus, in the Infernal Realm, he suffered the torments of the Ten Yama Kings.

The Northern Yin Emperor once made a promise to hundreds of millions of ghosts, that anyone who could defeat the Ten Yama Kings and defeat the Five Directions Underworld Emperors would be resurrected through the path of reincarnation and become a person in hell.

This kind of rebirth was not about reincarnation, but a true rebirth.

For this promise, Jiang Wuchen activated the crazy Soul Cultivator mode. Only he knew what kind of suffering he had experienced during these past three hundred years.

Fortunately, the final outcome was satisfactory.

He was resurrected, also tonight.

Tonight, Jiang Wuchen was destined to be sleepless. Living in hell for three hundred years was like a dream.

"..."

Today was Sunday, so Zhong Zhenzhen did not attend class. Adding to the bad luck that she had been awoken by a person who woke her up in the middle of the night and slept very late, she was used to wearing her pajamas to go to the toilet and did not close the door. The bathroom and the living room were opposite each other.

Zhong Zhenzhen sat on the toilet seat, his eyes hazy and sleepy. Opening his drooping eyelids, he saw a man wearing a black shirt sitting on the sofa in front of him.

Jiang Wuchen opened his eyes and stared straight at her.

Ah!

Zhong Zhenzhen jumped in shock and immediately stood up from the toilet. Luckily, the pyjamas were long enough to cover the most important part of his body, "You … "You, you …" Then, he slammed the bathroom door shut.

"This is too despicable, directly watching this old lady go to the washroom. Such a despicable and shameless pervert. Hmph, seriously, there's such a person in my family, even grandfather didn't tell me …" Zhong Zhenzhen finished his business and angrily opened the door. Just as he was about to mock Jiang Wuchen, he found that there was no one on the sofa.

"Could it be …" Was it an illusion? " Zhong Zhenzhen walked to the living room's balcony. Last night, there was a typhoon, and today's weather was exceptionally good, she lived on the seventh floor, but the rows of villas in front were unobstructed.

"Take a bath, change your clothes, go shopping, and then during the night, blackmail that Lee Yovdu bastard …" "Hehehehe." Zhong Zhenzhen ran into the washroom and closed the door, taking a comfortable bath.

When they were sitting on the sofa in a daze, they saw Zhong Zhenzhen coming out with her hair in a mess, looking like a female ghost. Originally, they wanted to call her, but they were worried that they would disturb her.

In the end, this girl didn't close the door when she went to the toilet, and was seen by Jiang Wuchen.

The situation was a little awkward, and Jiang Wuchen was slightly embarrassed. The other party was a girl, and also the granddaughter of Uncle Zhong. They would not be able to see each other ever again in the future, and the awkward situation of living together would become less and less awkward.

The sun rose from the east, and its scorching sun shone with an almost imperceptible purple light. Even if ordinary people saw it, they would only treat it as the occasional Celestial Phenomenon soldier.

However, this purple light was no ordinary Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant!

Jiang Wuchen felt a unique spirituality from the purple light, "From the east, from the east, from the rejuvenation of all living things, this is probably the legendary Primordial Spirit Qi."

"Whew." Jiang Wuchen took a deep breath, his limbs and bones brimming with energy.

On the road, a teenager with a backpack and earphones was speeding. He didn't pay any attention to the red light in front of him. A dump truck was behind him, carrying away the dirt before 8 o'clock. It was speeding right away, but it didn't slow down at all.

The driver noticed the boy who was running the red light. The boy was still wearing the headphones and immersed in the music when he suddenly felt that the back wheels of the car had lost power and the body of the car was unstable as it tilted to the side.

Ah!" The youth cried out in alarm as he fell off the carriage. The dump truck turned right passed him, but it didn't stop as it sped away.

The young man turned his head and saw Jiang Wuchen grabbing the electric car with one hand. He stood up and shouted: "What are you doing? Why did you grab my car? As he spoke, he snatched the bicycle away and rode it away, leaving behind a red light …

Jiang Wuchen was stunned, then he laughed bitterly. He seemed to be able to see the image of himself in this youth's body when he was rebellious, the him back then was more than a hundred times crazier than this youth.

In the crowded morning market across the road, when the Uncle Zhong saw this scene, he became somewhat excited, "Forget it, young master is no longer the original young master.

"..."

After buying some breakfast, Jiang Wuchen took out his key to open the door, only to see Zhong Zhenzhen washing up and coming out.

She was wearing a white t-shirt with a Hallo Kitty logo on it. Her short, hot pants were running out and her hair was still wet, and as she walked past Jiang Wuchen, she smelled a nice scent.

The door opened, and Zhong Zhenzhen pointed outside, angrily saying: "No matter who you are, immediately scram from my house! getout! "

Jiang Wuchen did not care about it, and only opened the porridge box for breakfast.

Ignore me?" Didn't you hear what I said? "AHH!" I'll count to three. Leave immediately, or be careful of your aunt's fists. " Zhong Zhenzhen bellowed.

Zhong Zhenzhen was not an ordinary girl. Although he did not have parents since he was young, and was even raised by his grandfather in a relative's home, he had practiced Taekwondo since he was young and even received a black belt a few days ago.

At this moment, seeing that Jiang Wuchen was still ignoring her and even sitting down while eating and drinking, she became mad, "Yiya! I'll let you see just how amazing this grandaunt is! " As he spoke, he twisted his waist and extended his waist, then suddenly sent out a high sweep kick.

Its snow-white long legs flew past Jiang Wuchen's eyes. After landing, it twisted its body and swung its legs behind it.

Jiang Wuchen held the chopsticks in one hand and the youtiao in the other as he looked at her with a stiff and wooden expression.

"Hmph hmph, you must have been shocked by your grandaunt, right? Are you convinced? Aunt is a black belt in Taekwondo! Get out of my house immediately … " She pointed to the door, only to see Uncle Zhong standing there with a dark face.

"Ahh!" Zhong Zhenzhen was shocked, "Grandfather, why are you not making any sound when you're walking? You scared me to death."

"Miss's house, you don't know etiquette. You don't know how to dress, and your face is dirty. You only know how to shout and shout; what kind of manners do you have?!" Uncle Zhong reprimanded with a gloomy face.