"Rub, wipe, wipe, I'm such a good boy!"

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Peng Zu's eyes suddenly widened. Damn it... isn't this his uncle's Palace of Hell?

"uh-huh!"

Following a rooster's voice, Peng Zu couldn't help but focus on the person directly opposite him. The eunuch-like voice from before came from this species.

So wretched! A casual glance revealed that Peng Zu was an 800-year-old man and almost vomited.

"No, this is the Hall of the King of Hell. In this way, the damn thunder and lightning was not brought by me to escape the tribulation, but was brought here by the two half-orcs with an ox-headed horse face?" Suddenly, Peng Zu seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened suddenly.

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"I fucked your uncle!" Peng Zu suddenly understood that he was dead!

Looking at the wretched young man sitting under the shit-yellow plaque, Peng Zu suppressed the anger in his heart and did not break out. Damn, you didn't accept me after I waited for three hundred years. Now I see that I have achieved success and is about to cross the border.

When the robbery is successful, you will come to seduce me? I wonder, is this because you are blind, or because you think this uncle is easy to bully? Peng Zu was immediately angry.

Everyone knows that Peng Zu is a rare longevity man in history. It is said that Peng Zu lived for 800 years. But no one knows that he is the most miserable ghost in history.

Looking at the wretched King of Yama opposite him, Peng Zu suddenly remembered eight hundred years ago.

The beginning of his misfortune was that he met two legendary gods, and they were also gods with severe Alzheimer's disease who could play a game of chess for three hundred years. He was so embarrassed that Peng Zu accidentally followed a game of chess, and three hundred years passed quietly.

, when he comes out of that chess game, not to mention making great achievements and serving his parents, even the dynasty has changed twice.

Things have changed, and the three hundred years he has lived are not as comfortable as peeing. Three hundred years, he has lived in vain! Three hundred years, before he has even had time to hold a girl's hand, he instantly

From nineteen years old to ninety years old, now three hundred years old, the golden cudgel on the lower body has long since turned into a dried cucumber. Not to mention carrying a gun and mounting a horse, even he has to urinate for a while.

This is definitely premature aging at the age of 300! Damn it, but... what can I do? Blame everyone? At that time, Heaven seemed to be going bankrupt, and everything was not working. Peng Zu was full of death aspirations and waited for three breaths.

A hundred years, but in these three hundred years, I didn't wait until I died.

One day, he finally had an epiphany. He could not admit defeat, he wanted to give it a try... So, for the next two hundred years, he dragged his almost dead body every day to search for immortality, pursue immortality, study medicine, and poison scriptures.

Study medieval martial arts and barbarian voodoo techniques.

After two hundred years of hard work, he finally came up with a set of exercises that were suitable for him to rejuvenate himself, regain his youth, and seek immortality. A big thunder exploded, and in a daze, Peng Zu was captured by two half-orcs with an ox head and a horse face and took him to the Palace of Yama.

I provoked whomever I provoked, and I am about to succeed in my hard-earned cultivation. Your *** Yama Palace is listed on the market! Even if the stock price drops, you can't catch me to make up for it! Damn you sister, I plan to marry an eighteen-room concubine after returning to old age.

Woolen cloth!

Staring at the dog-like King of Hell in front of him, Peng Zu was immediately furious.

Now that his soul has been initially cultivated, it was already able to condense into shape, leave the body and travel at night. At this moment, the Yin Qi in the Palace of Hell is rich, but his aura has become more solid, no worse than the pretentious man opposite.

"Is this a wretched man, or is he the King of Hell who claims to be in charge of life and death, and regulates the reincarnation of ghosts?" Peng Zu felt his stomach turning uncomfortably.

"Peng Zu, why don't you kneel down quickly? You have been late for more than seven hundred years and still refuse to be reincarnated. What crime do you deserve!" The King of Hell shook his head, slapped the gavel on the table, and shouted loudly.

His face was wrinkled as if he were an uncle.

"What's wrong with me!"

Peng Zu's eyes flashed with anger, and he felt disgusted when he looked at the wretched man who was above him. Isn't he just a dog from heaven? He has to be so embarrassed. He has to say that he is not good at cultivation. He can't sit on this chair because of his connections.

You know how to restrain yourself, but why can't you get along with me? I've been suffocating for eight hundred years, but your sister still dares to mess with me?

The more he thought about it, the angrier Peng Zu became. Looking at the arrogant look on the other side, he suddenly became angry and his eyes turned cold. He couldn't help but secretly wonder why this King of Hell is such a fool.

"Ever since I met those two senile idiots, I haven't had a good day! I met this idiot early this morning. It's really unlucky! If you want to keep me today and ask me to reincarnate, you can do it if you have the ability.

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After another thought, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Bring me the book of life and death! I am going to die anyway, so I'll just demolish your Hell Palace first. I'm going to step on shit today. I might as well do all the unlucky things!"

"court death!"

The color of the King of Hell suddenly darkened. This was a slap in the face. Even if he couldn't be beaten, he had to hold on. When he thought of something else, he simply laughed evilly: "Come on, give me reincarnation and abort a pig fetus..."

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk rotated...

"Click——"

A big thunder slid across the sky, instantly making the hot summer night clear and bright.

Suddenly awakened, more than a dozen people immediately fixed their gazes on the carriage not far in front of them.

The top of the carriage had been overturned. Inside the carriage, a young man was lying on his back. Blood trickled down, staining the world that was clear for a moment under the silver lightning. Wherever he saw it, the young man stabbed his chest with a sword, and there was life.

It has long been cut off and has no breath left.

This boy is thin and looks stunted. How much blood can he have?

"Senior...Senior sister, he, he is dead." A young girl stared at the tattered car in shock.

"Huh! If you die, you will die. The Mo family is truly cut off when it comes to this generation of trash. It's better to die to avoid my trouble. A trash like him is not worthy of being my Liu Qingyan's man. He was the one who pointed me at the beginning.

There is nothing that can't be done about getting married, but I never planned to marry a loser who has blocked meridians and can't even practice as a martial artist."

The speaker was a young girl. Although she was fourteen or fifteen years old and had not yet grown up, she could already tell that she was absolutely beautiful.

Her voice was cold, her eyes were cold, and her peerless face could not help but give rise to a feeling of being distant. This was the aura of superiority, and this girl could not be simple.

"Senior sister, what should we do now? He is dead..." the girl from before asked again, her face couldn't help but be a little more complimentary. To this little girl who was more than ten years younger than herself, her cry of "senior sister" was not enough.

A hint of discomfort.

"Just leave him alone. We came here originally with the intention of saving his life and asking him to return the marriage certificate to me. But now that he is dead, we have lost everything. We have also saved the task of taking him back to the sect. This waste must be

I am afraid that after entering our sect, I will humiliate myself and be killed first..."

Liu Qingyan's eyes coldly swept over the body of the frail young man, showing no trace of unbearability.

"The reason why our sect still takes care of this waste is actually just because his ancestors were kind to the sect. Now that he is dead, everything here is over!"

Looking around at the dozens of corpses that looked like servants, a hint of unnoticeable ferocity and pleasure flashed across her face, and she said very rudely.

"Go back and report the truth truthfully. Just say that the good-for-nothing was already dead when we came here, and all his belongings were confiscated by Prince Li An of the Black God Sect."

The girl's voice was very deep on the words "report truthfully". As she spoke, she quickly twisted her wrists, swish, swish, and directly made a few beautiful sword flowers.

Stab the corpse a few times, cutting the corpse's coat to pieces, leaving its body completely intact - ahem, it's a dead body without a complete body, and the corpse is not wrapped in clothes.

"Let's go!"

Withdrawing the sword and not looking back, Liu Qingyan stepped onto the car tied to the side and drove away with more than a dozen people...

However, no one noticed that the moment they left, the eyelashes of the corpse lying on the carriage suddenly twitched!

"Hiss—Peng Zu? Mo Li? Who is it? Where is this? Shouldn't I be dead?"

Mo Li felt cold all over his body, and burning pain radiated from his head and chest, hitting his spirit hard. Subconsciously, he felt that he had lost too much blood, and in his head, two different voices gradually subsided, different voices.

memories merged into one.

"Peng Zu? How could such a weird thing appear in my memory, eight hundred years of grievance... Palace of the King of Hell, what are all these? Uh-hiss-"

As the pain in his head and body hit him again, Mo Li officially woke up. At this moment, he realized that he was being pulled by a carriage without a shed. The horse was walking randomly, and it was raining heavily.

Lili.

Did he survive the catastrophe?

Mo Li smiled bitterly: "I have lived the past fourteen years just as Peng Zu said. It is not as pleasant as peeing. Fortunately, I only lived fourteen years, not eight hundred years. I still have a chance to resist."

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"I have to find a way to survive. I have to stop this carriage first. Otherwise, if it keeps bumping, I will really lose my blood!"

After waking up, Mo Li calmly rejected his dandy career of the past fourteen years. Peng Zu's consciousness, self-rescue medical instinct and some messy things were all learned by him without a teacher. He felt that he seemed to be just like Peng Zu.

But it's strange, he knows very well that he is not, his name is Mo Li. Even though most of the things in his memory belong to a person named Peng Zu, he clearly knows the existence of his true self!

"This can be regarded as a dream reincarnation. I died once, but I can see Peng Zu's life. How pitiful God is. I, Mo Li, will not die. This time, I will not let anyone take my life, not even the three major gods."

The Immortal...Liu Qingyan..." The young man's eyes were full of resentment, but the woman's previous sword blows made him wake up, and he heard their words clearly.

Biting his lip and struggling to sit up, Mo Li suddenly couldn't help but twitched his face and fell down again.

"Haha, Peng Zu even escaped from reincarnation and smashed the reincarnation disk. I, Mo Li, am not bad at anything..."

Thinking of Peng Zu, Mo Li suddenly felt dizzy again and fell asleep unconsciously!
Chapter completed!