Chapter 3

Not Zhoushan? Isn't that the mountain in myth and legend?

The original owner is a gatekeeper when he is young. What gate is he guarding? The door to the kingdom of God?

Wu Wei shook his head, got up and went to the bathroom to check his injury in front of the mirror.

The wound on the neck had already healed completely, and there was no scar left.

Wu Wei reached out and touched it. He didn't feel anything.

No matter how mysterious the identity of the original owner is, he himself has left the world. Now the body and its soul are Wu Wei.

Even if Wu Wei can accept the fact of his passage, he cannot be forced to accept an identity that looks gloomy and dangerous.

After turning over the bag for so long, Wu Wei was already hungry. He went out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to find a packet of noodles, a box of canned lunch meat and two eggs - all the ingredients he could find in the apartment.

After skillfully cooking a bowl of noodles for himself, Wu Wei sat at the table and devoured all the food, not even the noodle soup left.

He narrowed his eyes slightly with satisfaction, sat back in his chair, planned to digest a little, and then went out for a walk.

Suddenly, his body became stiff, his forehead was sweating, and his eyes were full of panic.

A series of shock and subsequent thinking made him almost forget one thing!

The original owner died in this apartment!

In other words, this hiding place has been exposed!

If, as stated on that piece of paper, the original owner turned around to attract attention by taking himself as a bait, does that mean that when others don't know that the "hundred mile line" has died, someone may find here?

The death of the original owner is really terrible. Wu Wei will not take the chance to believe how unbearable the strength of others who find themselves will be!

Without hesitation, Wu Wei immediately stood up and walked quickly to the bedroom. He wanted to take the black bag and run away!

However, before he could get close to the bedroom door, he heard a "bang", and several people had kicked the door in from the outside.

A low voice immediately said, "waste his leg first!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, Wu Wei felt a sharp pain in his knee and fell uncontrollably to the ground.

Then a strong man with a thick beard came up to him and kicked him in the leg. He couldn't help cursing:

"Slippery loach! I see where you're going this time!"

Wu Wei was already injured. The strong man was so strong that he kicked him in and hit his back against the wall behind him.

Before Wu Wei slowed down, the strong man grabbed Wu Wei's hair and dragged him to a man.

Wu Wei clenched his teeth and stared at the man in front of him.

The man was wearing a jade gown and holding a folding fan in his hand. His face was like a crown of jade and had a bit of literati temperament.

This man seems to be the highest of several people. At this time, he is sitting in a chair, looking down at Wu Wei with a warm smile on his face.

"A hundred miles, we meet again."

Wu Wei did not speak.

The man didn't care and continued: "you can escape under my hand for a few months. You're very capable. Tell me where the God gate is and I promise you to live."

“......”

"Oh, I almost forgot that your Baili family is one tendon... You don't have to say anything. Give me the map left by Baili's ancestors and you can live."

"I don't know," said Wu Wei, gritting his teeth.

The man sighed, "I have the intention of cherishing talents, but you have to find your own way to death! Well, Xia Chen, go."

A man in a dark red cloak who couldn't see his face didn't move. He just said coldly, "he has a strong sense of resistance now. I'm afraid it will be some trouble to force himself into a dream."

"Then beat him until he loses his sense of resistance." the man in the long shirt answered rightfully, his face still gentle.

After a little thought, he said to the strong man who was preparing to do it: "don't leave any flaws, leave him a breath."

The strong man snorted, "this bastard has run away for so many years. It's not unjust to kill him!"

"Don't make trouble for me." the man in the long shirt didn't change his expression, and the folding fan in his hand was half opened while talking.

Seeing this, the strong man no longer said anything, but vented his emotions on Wu Wei.

Each of his blows was not in the vital part, but contained extremely powerful power. Before long, he beat Wu Wei like a bloody man and couldn't move.

Most of Wu Wei's face was swollen, the blood flowing from his forehead was pasted on his eyes, and the sound of "Ho Ho" like a broken bellows came out of his chest. It seemed that his internal organs were stirred to one place and hurt deeply.

Previously, in his world, Wu Wei, who had just come out of the orphanage to make a living, was beaten by small gangsters, but he could bear it. When he was taller and stronger, he could fight back, and because of his desperate playing style, the small gangsters were afraid of him.

But now, Wu Wei really felt that he might be killed alive.

He really doesn't know where these people want. He can't even lie because he doesn't know the world.

But then again, even if you tell them where the God gate is and give them the map, will they let themselves go?

At best, die happily!

I'm probably the most unlucky jumper in history, right? Wu Wei smiled bitterly in his heart and closed his eyes.

He doesn't even have the strength to struggle now.

He heard the sound of slow footsteps and the friction of clothes while walking. Then a slightly cold and bony hand covered his forehead.

Wu Wei felt that a cold breath surrounded him from all directions and tried to find the flaw that invaded his body.

This breath made Wu Wei cold all over, and instinctively gave birth to the psychology of resistance.

His heart resisted, but the breath suddenly became excited and shook, like a huge cocoon, which wrapped Wu Wei in it and stuck it tightly to him, making him even out of breath.

Suddenly, Wu Wei could no longer support him, and his sense of resistance dissipated. At the same time, his eyes were straight and his mind was chaotic.

Not long after, the cold hand suddenly left. Xia Chen, wearing a dark red cloak, immediately said to the man in a long shirt, "he really doesn't know anything. The people of Youming sect took away his memory."

"Youming sect?" the man in the long shirt slightly hooked his lips. "This boy has such ability to save his life! Hehe, if he hadn't lost his memory, he would almost want to keep him. Yichuan, give him this."

The strong man promised, took the pill handed over by the man in a long shirt, and asked in some confusion, "what if he can't die?"

"Without memory, he is a loser. In his current state, he will die."