surnamed Wang

Wang Bangquan once again found himself in a foggy world. Unlike the last time he stepped on the water, this time there were dense black roots around his feet.

According to his cautious and fearful personality, he should have chosen to escape immediately, but he couldn't help but walked towards the huge black shadow behind the fog.

The surrounding roots and vines did not give him a sense of danger, but instead gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and Wang Biquan felt that if he missed today, he would never be able to clarify the questions in his heart.

"Find yourself."

The blurry black shadow made a dull sound and accelerated towards this side.

Wang Pingquan stood there, neither dodging nor dodging, as if he was sure that the other party would not hurt him.

As the black shadow approached, the surrounding fog rolled back, and Wang Biquan finally saw its full picture.

It was a big black tree, with branches like willows and vines, hanging down to the ground and spreading in all directions. The roots under his feet originated from this.

"Find yourself..."

The big tree stopped in front of him and made a muffled sound again. The vines on the trunk slowly squirmed, and finally a human face was revealed.

The face changes all the time, sometimes it is a child of seven or eight years old, sometimes it is a teenager, sometimes it is a young man, middle-aged man, old man...

No matter what his appearance was, Wang Biquan could always look familiar. He asked:
"Who are you?"

"I am you..."

As soon as the words fell, the face on the trunk was covered again, and the whole tree was turned into flying ash from the root to the top of the tree. The flying ash condensed into an ethereal figure, with no facial features, and it seemed that it might dissipate at any time.

Wang Gangquan's heart was full of doubts, he could feel the familiarity of being connected by blood from the other party, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Master is a servant of the Holy Spirit and also the instrument spirit of the Nine Dragon Instruments. He can easily control the magic weapon and will not suffer backlash. But you and I don't have this ability, so the soul is divided into two."

The gray figure spoke calmly, this time his voice was much clearer.

The more Wang Gangquan listened, the more confused he became, and he wanted to ask, but the other party directly stretched out his finger and pointed at his forehead.

A strong dizziness hit him, and two words came to Wang Pingquan's ears:
"Mirage."

When he regained consciousness again, he appeared in the palace, unzipping his pants and looking down at something.

"Great, Your Highness, you are awake, the emperor is very worried about you, I will report to His Majesty right now."

A high-pitched voice came to my ears, and when I raised my head again, the person had disappeared.

Wang Pingquan frowned and said to himself:
"Remember, I am the eighth prince of the dynasty."

The scene around him changed again. He was surrounded in the alley, with masked men in black in front and behind him. The personal eunuch had been seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Wang Biquan had a strange expression, looked up at the sky and murmured:
"I remember, this bitch slave teamed up with my father to trick me."

The scene changed again. Among the tens of thousands of North Turkmen troops, I felt like I was in a deserted place;

In front of flowers and under the moon, he and Yan Rongrong were in love;

The Laitou monk fought and narrowly escaped death;
Emperor Sheng'en passed away, Emperor Xian'en died, and Wang Bingde rebelled...

One by one, the events of hundreds of years flashed before his eyes like a marquee.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear, and the gray figure standing in front of him had long disappeared.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Wang Pingquan's thoughts moved slightly. The fog dissipated. Waves, breeze, beach... a small, peaceful and peaceful fishing village appeared in front of him.

Looking at the wooden house that carried countless memories, Wang Gangquan's eyes gradually became gentle. There was a woman waiting for him to go back there.

……

The hospital ward was crowded with several people, including Zhou Xiaotong who discovered that Wang Jingquan had been hit by a car, as well as his mother and cousin who rushed to hear the news.

Liu Heng was still walking back and forth in the corridor outside the room as before, unable to do anything except being anxious.

"Cough, cough..."

The man on the hospital bed suddenly coughed twice, and the others rushed forward after hearing the sound.

The young man opened his eyes drowsily, "What's going on? My chest hurts so much. It seems like two ribs are broken." "It doesn't seem like it, it is indeed broken, and there are still three."

Liu Heng grinned and replied, he would never let his words fall to the ground.

Zhou Xiaotong glared at him and whispered:
"Classmate Wang, how do you feel?"

"My whole body hurts, as if I'd been hit by a car."

With the help of others, he struggled to sit up, looked at the bandages and plaster all over his body, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, it seemed that he was indeed hit.

Mother Zhang Lan's eyes were slightly red and her face was distressed. She had obviously cried. Cousin Song Hao was still calm and said warmly:

"Have you seen what the person who hit you looks like?"

"I don't even know how I got hit."

Wang Pingquan moved his arm, grimacing in pain.

He secretly exercised his power and wanted to use spiritual energy to repair it. As expected, there was no trace of cultivation in his body.

I'll probably be able to survive a hundred days of strained muscles and bones.

After everyone greeted each other for a while, they went out to do their business, leaving only two cousins ​​in the house.

Wang Gangquan tried to absorb the surrounding aura, although it was a bit thinner, it was enough for healing.

He said while running the spell:

"What, the person who hit me ran away?"

"Not only did he run away, but the car was also a trap and there were no clues at all."

"Cousin, do you suspect that person came to me on purpose?"

Song Hao looked at his cousin, surprise flashed in his eyes, he nodded and said:

"It's a remote alley, and normal people don't dare to drive fast. Judging from the braking marks at the scene, the speed of the car was at least [-]."

"The loss is forty, if it is higher, I will probably die."

After Wang Biquan finished speaking, he stood up in front of the other party's surprised eyes. His legs were not seriously injured, and his luck had probably recovered just now.

"If I guess correctly, they should be the Bai brothers."

Wang Biquan once again said something that shocked the other party. He put on his clothes and continued:

"As a promising young man in the new century, I never like to cause trouble. I saw that boy from the Bai family being disrespectful to you that day, so I gave him a lesson.

After all, he was a member of a noble family, but he didn't expect to be so narrow-minded that he would hire a murderer to kill someone.Since we have taken precautions in advance, it will be useless even if we find the driver. I think there is a high probability that this will lead to a loss. "

Wang Gangquan's memory has just recovered, and in the past, he would definitely settle the score, but now that he has no cultivation base, and the other party helped him unintentionally, he doesn't intend to pursue it anymore.

Seeing what he said, Song Hao was relieved. Courage and ruthlessness have never been the way of doing things in the business world.

He comforted his cousin and left the ward on the pretext of making a phone call.

In the bathroom, Song Hao dialed a number with a gloomy expression.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"Old Wei, freeze all the properties of the Bai family, and let them leave the capital forever within one month."

"My lord, are you sure?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just do it."

After hanging up the phone, Song Hao's depressed mood eased a little. What he didn't know was that Wang Bingquan in the ward was stretching his ears, and said with a smile on his face:

"Let me just say, how could the son-in-law not hide his identity, the co-author is the Venerable Luanwei of this generation."

... (end of this chapter)