The rag-picking old man found a dozen bullets that had been left here for many years in the abandoned execution ground, and then sent them to the scrap purchase station together with some scrap iron. In the next period of time, Yang Hongtao was reselled several times along with the bullet stained with blood. Finally, the bullet was simply ground and processed by workers in a small jewelry processing factory, and a small hole was punched in it, and a silver metal chain was put on. So Yang Hongtao turned into a pendant on a cheap small jewelry.
Being able to reintegrate into human society is definitely a joyous event for Yang Hongtao, who has been trapped in the wasteland of the execution ground for more than three years. And there is no need to risk being thrown into the steelmaking furnace and burned to ashes, which is even more gratifying. As for who will buy him and become his personal accessories in the future, Yang Hongtao doesn't care much about him except for his small expectations.
In the next few days, Yang Hongtao was packed, loaded and transported by truck to a small department store in a nearby city. In the following days, he was hung on a hook on the counter by the owner of the store. Every day, he watched the people coming and going in the mall, and quietly enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being submerged by the crowd. After spending two years alone in the abandoned execution ground, Yang Hongtao was most afraid of the feeling of loneliness. Now, compared with the past, it is just like heaven.
Half a month later, a 13-year-old girl bought the bullet headgear from the counter. It was a little Luoli who looked very kawaii, but it was a pity that Yang Hongtao did not become the little girl's personal ornament, but was repackaged luxuriously and sent to her cousin as a birthday gift.
The little girl's cousin's name is Zhou Ziwei. She is about twenty-seven or eight-year-old. She is neither tall nor short, and her facial features are fair, but she is pale and weak. At first glance, she is a black sheep who has been hollowed out by wine.
Zhou Ziwei's family is obviously rich, which can be seen from the extravagant scene of his birthday party and the generosity of his lavish spending. Seeing the generosity of his reward of 3500 yuan for each waiter in the hotel, Yang Hongtao wondered whether the colorful banknotes were printed by the guy himself at home. Otherwise, how could it be that the dozens of banknotes were taken out of his bag?
But when the party was over, Yang Hongtao was speechless again when he saw the boy's third grandson's appearance when he asked his half-brother Zhou Zixu for money.
Ya, you are really an incompetent second ancestor, a black sheep with a swollen face and a fat face!
Yang Hongtao had thought that a guy like Zhou Ziwei who wanted to save face and be rich would not be interested in a trinket worth more than ten yuan, but he didn't expect that when he was sorting out a lot of gifts at night, Zhou Ziwei was not very interested in several gold and platinum trinkets, but he was only interested in this worthless bullet-head trinket, so he simply took off a jade pendant originally hung on his neck, Directly put the ornament Yang Hongtao hid in it.
Following the new owner, Yang Hongtao finally learned how to live in a rich family. Zhou Ziwei's family is indeed rich. His father, Zhou Zhengxiang, runs a pharmaceutical group company with a total asset of at least one billion yuan. Such a scale, even if it is far from the richest man in the middle city, Huang Lianshu, but in this small place in Dangyang, it is also a rich man.
However, Zhou Ziwei himself is too ungrateful. As the eldest son of his family, more than half of the foundation of Nuoda created by his father will fall into his pocket sooner or later. But Zhou Ziwei has been uneducated from childhood to adulthood. He said he would never study before graduating from high school. Besides, with a few bad money in his family, he usually eats, drinks and gambles, and does almost all other bad things except human affairs.
His father had intended to train him to take over the business of his family a few years ago, but as soon as he gave Zhou Ziwei some power, this boy would certainly be lawless and behave recklessly, using the company's account as his own private cash machine, and even went to Macau with a large amount of money for gambling. Fortunately, his father has been watched since he delegated power. He immediately took back the delegated power when he found it wrong. Otherwise, let the boy toss around for a few more days. I'm afraid that a branch company will be bankrupted by the black sheep!
After two or three times, Zhou Zhengxiang finally gave up his heart to the son. The surname Suo no longer cared about the son. Every month, he regularly paid Zhou Ziwei twenty thousand yuan to his account for pocket money. As for matters in the company, he was no longer allowed to intervene.
In contrast to Zhou Ziwei, his younger brother Zhou Zixu has always been excellent in both character and learning, and has never had to worry about his family. He just returned from studying in the United States two years ago, and immediately assumed the position of vice president in the Zhou Group. After taking office, he performed even better, and took advantage of some relationships established with foreign countries during his study to directly enter the United States market with several of the company's main health care products, Let the development prospects of Zhou's Group become broader. This made Zhou Zhengxiang, who was more than half a century old, so happy that he would praise everyone and praise his little son to the skies. Only when Zhou Zixu became more familiar with the company's business and personnel, he was ready to give him the position of president of the group company.
This person is afraid of comparison. If there is no capable little son, then even if Zhou Ziwei is incompetent and black, Zhou Zhengxiang will be disappointed at most. However, compared with the younger son, the older son will feel more and more unpleasant. So he bought a decent house outside and let Zhou Ziwei marry and move out early.
Now Zhou Ziwei has been married for more than a year, and his wife Wang Xuewei's family is also engaged in business. His father-in-law is Zhou Zhengxiang's business partner, but the business is not as big as the Zhou Group, and we need to rely on the tree of the Zhou Group to enjoy the cool. So, the marriage between Zhou Ziwei and Wang Xuewei is basically a political marriage. There is no emotional basis between them. Even before the marriage, the two people have only met three times in total, and there are outsiders present for the three times. As for dating alone, it is a thing that has never happened.
After the birthday party, Zhou Ziwei begged and cheated his brother to get 100000 yuan. Zhou Ziwei began to live a life of luxury and wine again. The places he went in and out every day were not only the bath center and massage room, but also the bar and restaurant. The women around him changed one after another, and there was no duplicate. Of course, most of them are escort women who specialize in the life of flesh and skin.
After returning home, Zhou Ziwei hardly said a word to his wife, Wang Xuewei. Although they are nominally a couple, they seem to be inferior to the neighbors living in the same unit. Although the neighborhood relationship in the city is relatively cold now, the couple can at least nod to each other when they meet, but when they see each other, they seem to be just a transparent shadow, and they don't see each other at all.
Yang Hongtao really doesn't understand why Zhou Ziwei should leave such a beautiful wife at home to love rather than go in and out of the porn scene to look for those vulgar powder? To tell the truth, Yang Hongtao also saw many beautiful women before he died. But apart from the famous stars in movies and television, he has never seen such a beautiful and elegant woman as Wang Xuewei in his life. However, Zhou Ziwei, who lives under the same roof with this absolutely excellent beauty every day, is surprised that he can still be interested in the swaggering melons and dates all over the street, This makes Yang Hongtao wonder if this boy has a serious difference in aesthetic values from normal people!
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"Zhou Dashu, please walk slowly. Next week, my little sister will celebrate her birthday. Zhou Dashu must come to see others!"
On the third stroke, in the bright sun, a woman in front of the gate of the Spring Wind Entertainment City, with thick powder on her face and dressed like a white bone essence, pulled Zhou Ziwei, who was waking up after a hangover, and carefully stared at her. Then she cheated two hundred yuan bills from the prodigal son's pocket, which was satisfied to put Zhou Ziwei, who was still confused, into a taxi.
"Driving... to Guimingyuan Villa No. 7... hurry up!"
Zhou Ziwei drank too much alcohol last night. Although he slept for a while after daybreak, he still didn't fully sober up at this time. When he went out of the door and was blown by the wind, his head seemed to crack. He made a vague confession to the taxi driver, then leaned back and fell asleep in the car. So that the taxi didn't drive to the address he reported, but turned a corner at the front intersection and drove directly out of the city. Zhou Ziwei didn't know it.
"Zhi -" The taxi left the city for more than half an hour, and finally stopped beside a quiet winding mountain road. The dark and thin taxi driver turned back and looked at Zhou Ziwei, who was still sleeping in the back seat, and shook his head slightly, with a mocking smile on his face. However, he opened the door and got out of the car.
After getting off the car, the driver looked forward and backward cautiously, and saw that there was no one around. Then he turned back and removed a thick seat cushion from the car. Then he turned and opened the rear door, grabbed the seat cushion with both hands, and pressed it hard on the face of Zhou Ziwei, who was sleeping like a dead dog.
"Wuwuwu..." After a few seconds, Zhou Ziwei, who was drunk into a pool of mud, was finally choked up because of breathing difficulties, and immediately instinctively struggled desperately. However, the taxi driver was ready for it. He bent his leg and pressed his knee firmly on Zhou Ziwei's body. No matter how much Zhou Ziwei could flutter, he could not lift the cushion on his head.
But after more than a minute, Zhou Ziwei gradually stopped struggling, and then his body slowly became stiff. However, the taxi driver still didn't mean to stop. He still pressed Zhou Ziwei on his head with the car seat cushion to prevent him from breathing down after he let go.
However, the taxi driver's worry was obviously a little superfluous. Zhou Ziwei's body, which had been hollowed out by alcohol and lust, could not bear the long-term suffocation injury. When he stopped struggling for a while, an imaginary shadow slowly rose from Zhou Ziwei's body, floated through the roof, and was directly exposed to the scorching sun.
"Ah --"
A shrill cry came from the middle of the air. It was the painful howl of Zhou Ziwei's soul when it was burned by the sun. But the soul's cry had its unique frequency rhythm, and the taxi driver could not hear it. However, Yang Hongtao, who is also a pure soul, heard it clearly, and was disturbed by the desperate cry, and even gave birth to a sense of death.
How can you say that Yang Hongtao has been with Zhou Ziwei for several months? Although Zhou Ziwei's conduct is a little bad, which makes Yang Hongtao look down on him, but he still has a little emotion after spending so long time together day and night, so seeing Zhou Ziwei's soul suffer from the pain of losing his soul in the sun bit by bit makes Yang Hongtao very impatient, So Yang Hongtao recited the magic six-character Daming Mantra in his soul again.
The sacred characters burst out from the bullet-head ornaments hanging on Zhou Ziwei's chest, and then turned into six white halos with a diameter of more than 10 meters in the air. Without any suspense, the broken soul struggling in the sun was enveloped in the halo
When Zhou Ziwei's soul was purified into pure soul energy and a wisp of scattered memory under the six-character Daming Mantra and forced into Yang Hongtao's soul, and slowly absorbed by Yang Hongtao as a part of his soul, the taxi driver finally released the car seat cushion pressed directly on Zhou Ziwei's face, and then reached out to test Zhou Ziwei's breath, confirming that Zhou Ziwei was really dead, Then he reached out and touched Zhou Ziwei's body, found out the wallet for himself, and then picked up the body and threw it into the grass on the lower side of the winding road. He raised his foot and kicked it hard. The body immediately turned into a ground rolling gourd, and rolled down the slope of about 40 degrees.
The withered branches and sharp stones in the grass kept making cuts in the body of Zhou Ziwei. The blood that had not cooled and coagulated slowly poured out along these newly opened wounds, and soon stained Zhou Ziwei's famous casual clothes with blood.
When Zhou Ziwei's body finally got stuck under a dwarf tree and no longer rolled down the hillside, the thick blood had completely soaked the ragged lapel on his chest, and the bullet that had been wearing close to his chest was also dyed with a shocking blood red.
At the moment when the blood touched the bullet head, Yang Hongtao suddenly felt that the invisible force that had held him tightly in the bullet head had begun to loosen. His heart moved slightly, and he concentrated on gathering a strong soul force and made every effort to move it.
With a "crack", the little boy's bullet, which had been bound for three years, unexpectedly broke a small gap under the full struggle of Zhou Ziwei. At the same time, the invisible mysterious mesh covering the surface of the bullet also broke. Although the length of this gap is less than two millimeters, for Yang Hongtao, who is trapped in it, it is just like a door to freedom.
Without any hesitation, Yang Hongtao rushed out without hesitation when he saw the bullet split. At this time, the gap on the bullet head is facing the chest of Zhou Ziwei's body, so Yang Hongtao's soul naturally penetrates into Zhou Ziwei's body at the moment of the bullet head. Then... Yang Hongtao felt stabbing pain all over his body!
too bad! Is it because of the mysterious mesh on the bullet head that I have not been burned out by the sun? So I'm trying to escape from the bullet now!
Because the soul body has no flesh and blood, it is generally impossible to feel pain at all. At this time, Yang Hongtao felt stabbing pain all over the body. He would naturally think that it was caused by the direct sunlight that caused the most serious damage to the soul body. He was worried that he would be in danger of losing his soul if exposed to the sun for a moment. He could no longer pursue any freedom at the moment, so he hurried back to hide in the bullet.
However, when Yang Hongtao turned his head, he suddenly found that his perspective had seriously deviated from what he had just seen. Originally, as a soul body, there were no eyes, but Yang Hongtao could clearly feel everything within ten meters of the body with his soul energy. That is to say, Yang Hongtao uses soul energy to sense the world. At this time, his perspective can reach 360 degrees. However, now... Yang Hongtao can only see the scenery in the direction in front of him, and the bullet is not in his perspective at all.
What happened?
Yang Hongtao's heart moved and subconsciously looked down at his chest. Suddenly, he saw a bloody bullet hanging on his ragged chest and swinging gently