Become a god from looting the rich

Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve

"I, sentence you to perish forever!"

Zhang Hang hadn't recovered from the sudden explosion of the emperor's hair, and the voice of the emperor came again in his ears. For a moment, Zhang Hang only felt that his body became light and fluttering, which would only be brought by a kind of soul travel. A sense of nothingness rushed over.

"It's over!"

Zhang Hang realized that it was too late when his consciousness was stripped out. The scene around him changed again and again, and his memories were quickly washed away. Seeing that his last memory was about to be cleaned, Zhang Hang closed his eyes tightly, and his arms gradually Condensed three black animal flute marks.

"Zhang Hang! Get out and go to school, what time is this!"

In the old room, Zhang Hang rubbed his head, his sleepy eyes suddenly froze.

"Why do you always feel that you have forgotten something?"

After spending a long time in a daze, the wooden door of the room was kicked open violently, and a stubble-faced big man rushed in.

"I paid for you to go to school so that you can sleep here every day? I quickly made breakfast for Lao Tzu to go to school!"

The drunk man grabbed the alarm bell next to him and slammed directly at Zhang Hang.

Zhang Hang picked up the alarm bell on the bed, his expression was indifferent, he seemed to have been accustomed to this kind of life, put on the dirty and wrinkled school uniform, Zhang Hang washed a bit and walked to the kitchen to get two sandwiches, holding a schoolbag on his back He left this home full of alcohol.

Walking in a bumpy alley, occasionally one or two neighbors in dirty clothes would go out and sit in the classroom. Zhang Hang started a daily daze. Looking at the cars going back and forth on the road outside the window, I don’t know why Zhang Hang always felt It's a bit awkward.

"Zhang Hang, why are you in a daze? You are in this state, I think you should ask your father to take you back and give you a good education!"

The teacher's indifferent voice awakened Zhang Hang's contemplation, and Zhang Hang just made an understatement, without any mood swings.

Suddenly Zhang Hang's pupils shrank, and he finally knew where the awkwardness was. Everyone he saw, even himself, didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations. The normal world should not be like this!

When looking down at the textbook, Zhang Hang's gaze was attracted by the three animal flute-like patterns on his arm. When did these patterns appear on his arm?

When thinking about it, something seemed to be moved in his mind. The shepherd flute pattern on his arm was scattered like ink, and inexplicable memories filled his mind like a flood.

"I, sentence you to perish forever!"

The voice of Emperor Ying was like thunder blasting in his mind over and over again, and a large number of incomplete memories were clearly reflected in his mind.

Qin Palace, Golden Dragon, Ghost Picture, Ghost Gate, Dragon Tiger Mountain...

Zhang Hang's eyes changed, and his expression became confused. Why did Ying Di sink his consciousness in this ghost place?Seize your own body?

The original body of Emperor Ying has been nurtured for thousands of years with evil thoughts, and it has long become a peerless body, which is the most suitable body. It is true that all his thousand-year plans to seize him have failed. This possibility is really not high.

And besides the system, there are traces left by the big boss. If you want to take away yourself, you have to ask the system and the big boss first.

"Sink forever..."

Zhang Hang carefully savored the voice of Emperor Ying, and finally squinted his eyes, and suddenly stood up and said loudly, "Teacher, I suddenly remembered that my father is going to the hospital for an examination today, and I want to ask for leave."

"Huh, it's not surprising that your old drunkard is dead. Get out of here."

While blowing his whistle, Zhang Hang walked to the desk and bowed to the teacher, but the next moment Zhang Hang grabbed the water glass next to him and slapped the teacher on the face.

Blood was splashing, the broken water cup plunged into Zhang Hang's meat, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

There was a dead silence inside the classroom, and the students who were deprived of their emotions were just living puppets, and they would not respond at all when this kind of situation exceeded the schedule.

"Win Emperor, you have done everything, then don't blame me for turning the table!"

Zhang Hang smiled, ignoring the bloodied teacher, Zhang Hang swaggered out of the school.

Back home, thunderous snoring echoed in the room, pungent drunkenness filled the house, Zhang Hang walked step by step to the sleeping drunk, and smiled and whispered: "Daddy, it's time to get up for dinner."

The drunk opened his eyes in a daze. Before he could even speak, he felt a chill on his neck. In the end, all he saw was Zhang Hang smiling and holding a blood-stained knife in his hand, his mouth moved as if he was saying something. thing.

"Yingdi, after being immersed for a thousand years, it looks like you have forgotten all your emotions. Want to steal emotions from me?"

Zhang Hang kicked the breathless drunk man with his wide-eyed eyes and threw the knife in his hand directly on the table. He asked impatiently, "Your acting skills are too bad. You are also a generation of emperors at any rate. I have to be my father, what do you think?"

After waiting for a long time the corpse is still a corpse, Zhang Hang shook his head: "If this is the case, don't blame you for coloring your cold world of feelings."

Zhang Hang grabbed the knife next to him and slipped out of the door. In just three days, Zhang Hang was like a child playing in an amusement park, venting all kinds of emotions, anger, joy, hatred, sadness, and this feeling. The blank world was out of place, and thunder blasted at night. Zhang Hang, lying in the suite of the five-star hotel, said: "Finally I can't help it."

"Zhang Hang, you dare to break my emotional world!"

In the thunder, there was the voice of Yingdi's anger, but the puppet in this world did not respond, and the puppet was only a puppet after all.

Zhang Hang looked at the angry face of Emperor Ying in the sky: "Then you have to pretend to be dead with me, and I can only do this in order to get out. You said that you are a grandiose emperor, even if it is just a group of evil thoughts. Just do it, you need feelings. Ask me, I can help you cultivate slowly. If you want to deprive me of feelings, you really don’t need a bit of face."

"Asshole, I will let you feel death today!"

Zhang Hang slobbered: "Save you, the world of feelings is dominated by feelings. What feelings do you have for a living dead who has been frozen for thousands of years? Make a deal, and give me the ruins behind you. , I leave your emotional world, or I promise that your emotional world will be completely in ruins. I think that even if you recover, there will be irreversible sequelae."

In the past few days, Zhang Hang has been thinking about his intention to win the emperor. The deprivation of his emotions so much, shows that emotions have a great effect on him. Perhaps without emotion, his rebirth will have irreparable flaws.