Wang Chong knew that Zhang Liang had first-level Linggen, and had contacted him twice, and knew that he would die before he was ten years old.

Now that he heard this, he asked quickly, "What's wrong with him?"

"There is no reaction anymore. People with short-lived life are like this before their death. Many people have passed by. Your mother and I have also come over to see you. You are at home."

As he said that, Zhao Dahai hurried out.

Wang Chong also ran out and frowned.

‘I want to see how that short-lived person dies, so I can have a way to deal with it!’

After looking around, the servants were busy, and the housekeeper Li was settled on the counter, but no one paid attention to him.

After all, he is now six years old, has cognitive ability, and is usually well-behaved, so no one has ever worried about him.

Wang Chong walked out with great strides and instantly shuttled by the adults who were rushing towards the Zhang family.

"That guy Zhang Liang hasn't had a day of food, and I'm afraid he won't live for three days."

"Hey, short-lived people are like this before they die, and the people from the underworld are here to seek their lives."

Listening to the words of the people around him, Wang Chong sneered. According to his inference, the death of these people had nothing to do with the underworld.

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At this moment, the Butcher Zhang's yard was already crowded with people, and many people were squeezing their heads into the house.

Zhang Liang was carried in the hall of the Zhang family, covered with a quilt and motionless. Master Gao had already been invited over and sat next to him.

"Master, although my son Zhang Liang is only at level one in spiritual roots, he is only nine years old now. How could this... be so fast..."

Master Gao didn't say anything, his palm slightly brushed across Zhang Liang's forehead, shook his head and said, "It's cold. According to my experience, the son's life span is today, and I'm afraid I can't do anything."

"Ah!" Zhang Yundong knelt directly, "Son, son..."

Although I had known for a long time that my son would not live long, my father still felt extremely heartbroken when he was this day.

Because of the cold, Zhang Liang was so cold that he could not speak.

Master Gao stood up and shouted outside: "Close the door, as soon as the life span arrives, everyone will have the destiny."

After saying that, Master Gao got up and left.

Zhang Yundong wiped his tears and shouted to everyone outside the door: "Neighbors, I'm sorry, everyone will see my son, but my son is not long, let's go back."

After saying that, he closed the door.

Generally speaking, when a person dies, his family tries to keep the surroundings quieter as much as possible, just to avoid disturbing those who are dying.

Some people left, but most people stayed.

Because the way of dying for short-lived people is different for normal people. Driven by curiosity, people want to take a look.

Wang Chong was lying among the crowd at this moment, and saw his parents and Linzhou family whispering to each other from afar.

He quietly squeezed in from the crowd, and there were many people lying on the crack in the door. Fortunately, he was shorter and could be seen inside in the shortest place.

Inside the room, Zhang Liang suddenly started trembling, and his whole body was shaking violently.

Suddenly, Zhang Liang lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, motionless.

Only Zhang Yundong and his wife were left beside him, but they didn't dare to get close at this time.

Wang Chong frowned because he found that Zhang Liang's face became gradually distorted.

Zhang Yundong and his wife could no longer bear to watch, and both of them turned their faces away.

Zhang Liang's face was twisting more and more violently. In the end, the moisture in his body seemed to be sucked dry, and his fair skin quickly became dry, eventually turning into dry skin without any moisture.

Zhang Liang is dead.

He seemed to have become a mummy for hundreds of years, and his death was miserable!

"Dead, dead..."

Some people who saw Zhang Liang's situation shouted softly, and the people outside sighed and asked about the way they were dead.

"It's done just like before." An old man shook his head and sighed.

Wang Chong left here with a calm expression. He was not afraid of these dead people, but the way of death just now really shocked him.

A living person was instantly sucked away blood and water. This was not because of the arrival of life, but... being killed by some magic or evil things.

Someone is killing these low-level spiritual roots.

Fortunately, Wang Chong was not a native of this world, so he guessed something at once.

In fact, the so-called low spiritual roots are not a bad thing. On the contrary, because of low spiritual roots, the faster the cultivation progresses.

Behind the scenes, some people are afraid that those with low spiritual roots will grow up, so they have achieved these life spans, making people think that those with low spiritual roots will die soon.

This world is probably controlled by some evil thing!

After six years here, Wang Chong easily analyzed these situations.

"I have to prepare early, and that evil thing will definitely attack me when I am not growing up."

In the following days, Wang Chong practiced martial arts hard every day.

He found that if he trained in disorganized ways, his skills would be very slow to advance, but if he used the previous kung fu training, his strength would be very fast to improve.

Wang Chong analyzed this point, which may be because of his extraordinary talent.

The lower the spiritual root level, the stronger the talent!

Those with high spiritual roots are not because they have good talent, but because evil things are too lazy to deal with them.

These days, Wang Chong has trained a lot.

Tiger-shaped fist, pay attention to punching.

Baguazhang uses softness to overcome hardness.

Lightweight floats on the water, at the Great Dragon Dynasty, this move floats from here to opposite the river on the water of five or six meters at most.

But here, if the energy is released, he can float more than 20 meters away now.

Xiaoye's flying knife was fired without silence. This move could only be learned by the Dalongchao for over 30 years old, but here, Wang Chong was surprised to find that he could easily use it.

Let me explain here that these moves require more than 20 years of learning, and only when you are young can you use them with your internal strength, and you also need a good physical condition.

In the previous plane, he was either weak and sick, malnourished, or given him insufficient time to grow, so many times before he could learn these skills, he either died or had no time to learn the skills. After all, he wouldn't have enough food at that time.

After that, when I grew up, my body shape was frozen, so even if I learned kung fu, I wouldn't be much stronger. It would be better to invent the flintlock rifle directly.

But this life is different.

The air in this life is obviously different from other worlds. It is extremely easy to cultivate martial arts. I have a unique physique and have eaten well since I was a child and dressed well, and keep up with my nutrition in time.

It’s hard to be weak when it comes to what time.

"I will not die again in this life!"

Wang Chong smashed it out with a punch, and his fierce energy destroyed the already broken tree trunk in front of him like a powerful shell.

"I feel that my energy is more than twice as strong!" Wang Chong was full of confidence.

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"Pili Balah..."

Another new year is coming. On this night, every household is decorated with lights and colorful colors, which is very lively.

On this day, Wang Chong asked the kitchen to cook some chicken legs, duck legs, big fish and meat, and quietly came to the house of Huang's mother and daughter.

Now, he has long since opened the lock, but no one else knows it.

"It's the Chinese New Year, let's have something to eat."

Wang Chong held a cloth pocket in his hand, and after entering the house, he quietly closed the door.

Spread the cloth bag, and there are food wrapped in a few lotus leaves.

After contacting the mother and daughter, Wang Chong also knew that although evil things cannot eat, they can absorb the fragrance of food. After eating, evil things can increase their strength. Unfortunately, the growth rate is very small, which is far less than the amount they absorb the essence of heaven and earth in a day.

"It's duck legs, it smells so good." Zhao Rong looked at Wang Chong happily: "Thank you brother."
Chapter completed!