Rebirth of the Beast World: Bloody Red Lotus

When he raised his hand, it was illusory. He could not grasp the air or other real objects. He even had no shadow on the ground.

Mo Chu frowned, it seemed that this was not an illusion, but that his soul level had traveled back to the earth.

In order to confirm what he thought, he wanted to go somewhere.

His body floated up lightly. He was just stunned for a moment before he got used to it. He passed a crowd and passed through high-rise buildings. He was glad that this was at least the same city as where he wanted to go. Otherwise, even if he could fly, it would be difficult.

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It only took him a few minutes to fly from the city center to the suburbs. When he saw the word "cemetery", his eyes were complicated.

When he was about four years old, his parents both died in an accident. He received a large subsidy and the building they left behind, and this was the beginning of his wandering life.

He couldn't get this money before he reached adulthood. Almost all the immediate relatives on his parents' side passed away, leaving only a less close relative. For the sake of their family's building and money, almost all the relatives at this time

The Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their ability to fight for his custody rights.

The result of the final negotiation was naturally that he lived in this house for one year and then lived in that house for another year. The memories he could remember were of a life of relying on others and watching their faces.

Every family has its own children, and his living expenses are not so much given to himself as to other people's children.

He remembered that at first he wanted to live with them sincerely, but the reality was always cruel. He spent his parents' money on the worst food, the worst clothing, and the worst housing.

Moreover, he would often be beaten by other people's children, while those adults were kind in front of others, but indifferent behind others.

At that time, he understood that those people used him as a bargaining chip, just for their house and money. He began to watch with cold eyes, seeing their families quarreling over the ownership of the building year after year, watching them do this.

There was a big fight, but he just remained silent.

Because he is too young to control his own life. He desperately hopes to grow up and become an adult. But those so-called relatives least want him to grow up, because then they will have no advantage to take advantage of.

He didn't know whether his car accident was an accident or man-made, or whether it was the default of all of them.

With him dead, perhaps their goal was achieved, but what they didn't know was that they had already made second-hand preparations. No one had bullied him for so many years, killed him and wanted to take advantage of them.

Mo Chu found his parents' tombstones and looked at the smiling and happy photos on them. The memory of them in his mind was already very vague. His current family members were Langat and Bixi.

In front of the tombstone is a handful of white chrysanthemums. They look very fresh and should have been put down within a day.

He was puzzled. He remembered that his parents didn't have many friends because of their work. At least he hadn't seen them since he was a child, and his relatives were probably even less likely to visit them. Could it be that someone had made a mistake?

With a lie that no one would believe, Mo Chu could only imagine this to reassure himself. The two tombstones happened to be his own tombstone next to them.

At this moment, he had a strange feeling. He was standing in front of his tombstone, and his mood was really complicated.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and Mo Chu subconsciously looked over and was startled.

The person who came was a young man, wearing black clothes and sunglasses. He looked very serious. He was holding a handful of white chrysanthemums in his arms. He went straight to Mo Chu's tombstone and saw two tombstones next to him.

The corners of her white chrysanthemum mouth were pursed tightly, as if she was in a very unhappy mood.

He took off his sunglasses, pinned them on his chest, bent down and placed the chrysanthemum in front of Mo Chu's tombstone. He touched the photo on the tombstone behind him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly faded.

"Xiaochu, are you okay in heaven?" The man looked at the photo and was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "I didn't believe it when I received the news of your death yesterday. I always thought they wouldn't be so cruel, but I

Forgetting that the lure of money is enough to make them lose their conscience."

Mo Chu's eyes widened when he heard this, not because of the content of what he said, but because of 'two days ago'!

He frowned, he had been reborn in Boya Continent for nearly three years, how come the earth's real time was only two days!

Is this the time difference caused by the different spaces between Boya Continent and the earth? But three years = two days, this is really strange.

I thought that the past in my previous life was already in the past, but I didn't expect that only two days had passed on the real earth.

He looked at the serious-faced man in front of him. He was the neighbor who stayed with a relative when he was eight years old, He Zijie.

It's just that he never saw him again after he left the host family the next year. He didn't expect that after his death, an old friend came to pay homage to him. In this way, he was not a failure as a person.

"Your will makes those people's calculations become a joke, but the price is too high. I would rather you have nothing than hear the news of your death." He Zijie's eyes turned red, and it was obvious that Mo Chu's death was

It shocked him greatly.

"How could I let them off so cheaply when they killed you? Your car accident was not an accident. I will seek justice for you," he continued, but these words made Mo Chu feel warm.

It turns out that in this indifferent society, there are still people who care about him.

"I didn't protect you ten years ago, and I won't protect you ten years later. I just hope that I will have this opportunity in the next life." He Zijie finally took a deep look at Mo Chu, who was smiling happily in the photo, and turned around to leave. His back was lonely and lonely.

Mo Chu looked at this scene with complicated eyes. Even when he was eight years old, he had only been with him for a year. He regarded He Zijie more as a protector. By following him, he could have enough food and good treatment.

It was just a little better, but I didn't expect that He Zijie would remember him from beginning to end.

His back disappeared among the rows of tombstones. Mo Chu looked back at the chrysanthemums on the ground. In fact, he no longer cared about what happened to those people. Since he had family members who loved him and close friends in Boya Continent,

, loves his partner, none of this matters anymore.

Even if those people got the punishment they deserved, he was neither excited nor disappointed, and had a very normal attitude.

He really gave up on this life.

"You are indeed here!" Suddenly a powerful voice sounded behind him. Mo Chu felt that the voice was somewhat familiar. He suddenly turned his head and saw the strange yet familiar Taoist robe.

"That Taoist priest!" he exclaimed.

The person in front of him was the old Taoist priest who had given him Qi Men Dun Jia and approved him one day before his accident.

The Taoist priest grinned and said, "I thought you would come back soon, but I didn't expect you would come back soon." There was a sense of pride in his voice.