A Different Life as a Demon

Before, Wang Zhong knew that Zhang lianglinggen was first-class, had contacted him twice, and knew that he would die before he was ten years old.

Now hearing this, he hurriedly asked, "what's the matter with him?"

"There is no response. People with short lifespan are like this before they die. Many people have passed by. Your mother and I also went to have a look. You are at home."

With that, Zhao Dahai hurried out.

Wang Chong also ran out, frowning tightly.

"I'd like to see how the short-lived man died. I also have a way to deal with it!"

Looking around, the servants were busy. The housekeeper, Uncle Li, was calculating accounts on the counter, but no one paid attention to him.

After all, he is now six years old, has cognitive ability, and is usually clever. Everyone has not worried much about him.

Wang Chong strode out and instantly shuttled around adults on their way to Zhangjia.

"Zhang Liang hasn't eaten for a day. I'm afraid he won't survive for three days."

"Hey, people with short lifespans are like this before they die. People from the underworld come to claim their lives."

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

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At the moment, butcher Zhang's yard was full of people, and many people crowded their heads and looked into the house.

Zhang Liang was carried in the hall of Zhangjia. He was covered with a quilt and did not move. Gao Da had already been invited to come over and sat on the side.

"Master, although my son Zhang Liang's Linggen is only level one, he is only nine years old now. How can he be so fast..."

Master Gao didn't speak. His palm slightly brushed Zhang Liang's forehead, shook his head and said, "it's cold. According to my experience, your son's Shouyuan is today. I'm afraid I can't do anything."

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

Although I have long known that my son will not live long, my heart is still extremely painful as a father on this day.

Zhang Liang was too cold to speak.

Master Gao stood up and shouted out, "close the door. As soon as Shouyuan arrives, everyone will have his destiny."

With that, master Gao got up and left.

Zhang Yundong wiped his tears and shouted to everyone outside the door, "neighbors, thank you for looking at my son, but my son's life is not long, everyone go back."

With that, he closed the door.

Generally speaking, at the moment of death, family members try to keep the surrounding quiet in order to avoid disturbing the dying people.

Some people left, but most stayed.

Because the death method of short-lived people is different from that of normal people. Driven by curiosity, people all want to have a look.

At the moment, Wang Zhong mingled with the crowd and saw his parents and the Linzhou family talking in a low voice on the side from a distance.

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

Inside, Zhang Liang suddenly shivered, and the whole person trembled violently.

Suddenly, Zhang Liang lay in 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 couldn't bear to see it anymore, and both of them turned their faces.

Zhang Liang's face became more and more distorted. Finally, the water on his body seemed to be sucked dry, and his white skin quickly shriveled, and finally became dry skin without any water.

Zhang Liang is dead.

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

"Dead, dead..."

People who saw Zhang Liang's situation shouted slightly, and people outside were all sighing and asking about the appearance of death.

"As before, I've done it." An old man shook his head and sighed.

Wang Chong left here calmly. He was not afraid of these dead people, but the way he just died really shocked him.

A living person was instantly drained of blood and water. This is not the arrival of Shouyuan, but... Killed by some kind of magic or evil thing.

Someone is killing them, these low-level people with spiritual roots.

Fortunately, Wang Chong was not born and bred in this world, so he guessed something at once.

In fact, the so-called low spiritual root is not a bad thing, but because of the low spiritual root, the faster the progress of cultivation.

And behind the scenes, some people were afraid that these people with low spiritual roots would grow up, so they made these longevity dollars, so that the world thought that people with low spiritual roots would die quickly.

I'm afraid the world is controlled by some evil thing!

After six years here, Wang Zhong can easily analyze these situations.

"I have to prepare early. That evil thing will attack me before I grow up."

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

He found that if he practiced without rules and regulations, his skills would improve slowly, but if he used the previous kung fu training, his strength would improve quickly.

Wang Zhong analyzed this point, which may be due to his natural talent.

The lower the Linggen level, the stronger the talent!

Those people with high spiritual roots are not talented, but evil things are lazy to deal with them.

These days, Wang Chong trains a lot of Kung Fu.

Tiger shaped fist, pay attention to fist technique.

Bagua palm, overcome hardness with softness.

Lightness skill floating on water, in the Dragon Dynasty, this move can float from here to the opposite side of the river at most on the water of fiveorsix meters.

But here, with his strength, he can now float a distance of more than 20 meters.

Lobular Throwing Knife, the knife has no empty hair. This move can only be reluctantly learned at the age of 30 or above in the Dragon Dynasty, but here, Wang Chong was surprised to find that he could easily send it out.

Here's a note. These moves need to be studied for more than 20 years. Only by learning from an early age can they be used with internal skills, and they also need to be in good health.

In the previous position, he was either weak and ill, malnourished, or he didn't have enough time to grow up, so many times before he learned these Kung Fu, he either died, or didn't have time to learn kung fu at all. After all, I couldn't eat enough at that meeting.

Later, when I grew up, my body shape was fixed, so even if I learned Kung Fu at that time, I wouldn't be much better than inventing the flint gun directly.

But this life is different.

The air of this life is obviously different from that of other worlds. It is extremely easy to cultivate martial arts. I have a unique physical talent. I have eaten well since childhood, dressed well, and kept up with nutrition in time.

It's hard to be weak at what time.

"In this life, I will not die again!"

Wang Chong smashed out with a fist, and his fierce strength was like a powerful shell, destroying the broken trunk in front of him.

"I feel stronger than twice!" Wang Zhong is confident.

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"Thunderbolt Barra..."

Another new year is coming. On this evening, every household is decorated with lanterns and decorations, which is really lively.

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

Now, this lock has long been secretly opened by him, but no one else knows it.

"It's Chinese new year, have something to eat."

Wang Chong carried a cloth pocket in his hand. After entering the room, he quietly closed the door.

Spread out the cloth bag and there are some food wrapped in lotus leaves.

After contacting the mother and daughter, Wang Zhong also knew that although evil things can't eat, they can absorb the fragrance of food. After eating, evil things can increase a little strength, but the growth rate is very small, which is far less than the amount of essence they absorb in a day.

"It's duck leg. It smells good." Zhao Rong looked at Wang Zhong happily, "thank you, brother."