Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao was about to rush into front of the blonde. The strong man, whose half face had collapsed, showed astonishing vitality. He actually stood up hard and broke a branch next to him, sweeping a thousand armies across to Li Yao.

His skin was flooded with an inhuman metallic glow, like a creepy iron, punched out, and the air was filled with the sound of a "whistle" breaking wind.

Li Yao's direction and speed remained unchanged, but his body suddenly leaned forward, his right hand supported ground, his legs kicked toward the bareheaded man's iron fist continuous, only listened to the "bang bang bang bang" series of hurried and dull noises, between the fists and feet of the two, actually collided with a spark of puncture.

“Bastard! ”

The bald-headed man finally roared in a desperate rage.

Li Yao, however, was not in a fierce battle. It was like a hot bath just after two hours of soaking. He was inviting himself to give a Thai massage as smoothly as possible. With the burly head and heavy iron fist bombing, he opened every hole in his body.

“Boom!”

Again, Li Yao seized half his strength and suddenly burst out when he kicked the bald man. Not only did he kick the bald man three or five meters backwards, but he also continued to sweep towards the blonde like a bat flying on the ground.

After being blocked by the skinhead and the crow girl, the blonde painted on the ground, and the cumbersome array of symbols was nearing completion.

She removed the wide-edge sun hat, and the trench coat hunted and sounded under the agitation, revealing a tattoo that spread all the way from the arm to the neck, and then grew from the neck like a vine to the eyebrow. It was a myriad of small words that twisted like tadpoles. In Li Yao's cognition, it did not belong to any of the ancient language lines on the planet, but rather a variation of some kind of wedge text.

Her hair and eyes were originally sunny and golden, but at this moment they faded clean and became as miserable as albinos. A series of strange syllables were emitted deep in her throat, and Zhao Kai's "shudder" had a strange but more rhythmic effect, which had some ancient and subtle meaning. It was a monstrous spell.

With the spell flying, her wedge tattoo glistened with the inscriptions on the ground.

“Bad!”

Li Yao instinctively sensed the immense threat, his toes rubbed on the ground, accelerated again, and turned into a stream of light.

But there was an incredibly powerful "quack” sound in the sky, and a few stinking things came at him and blew up in front of him.

It's a crow.

Not all crows and sparrows are fake. In the midst of thousands of visions, a dozen real crows and sparrows were manipulated by a crow girl and hit Li Yao face to face.

Li Yao rushed to the limit of speed, comparable to a jet that was flying at high altitude, so the consequences of crows and sparrows hitting him were as devastating as birds hitting passengers.

Rao is Li Yao's awakened strong transverse body, struck by crows and sparrows, and he was forced to slow down for half a second.

Within half a second, countless weeds and vines grew from the ground, wrapped around his ankles like wire, deeply embedded in his skin and flesh. The more he struggled, the tighter he became. Li Yao could not escape for a moment. In his original high-speed rushing position, he was disturbed by crows and vines and fell to the ground.

By the time he blows away his feathers, breaks free of the vines, and restores his balance, the blonde - the white-haired woman - has completed the entire process of spells and procedures.

She looked like a major illness. She was sucked away by the pattern under her feet. Her flesh, which was full and full, withered at visible speeds. She lived like a skeleton, with only bright big eyes left, staring dead at Li Yao.

Her mouth was shut, but the strange spell of "whispering” was still around, or echoing in Li Yao's mind, getting sharper and louder.

The sound made Li Yao's heart buzz and blood boil, as if someone had lit a fire between his five dirty hearts, causing each of his cells to rub at super high speeds, each bundle of mitochondria losing control and releasing all thermal energy.

“Damn, I got it! ”

In Li Yiu's brain, the alarm bell made a big scene, “What kind of superpower is this —— using some kind of high-frequency ripple to get my cells out of control, tamper with the command of the mitochondria to produce energy, keep the cell temperature rising, trigger spontaneous combustion of the human body, burn me alive?

“Is this superpower or... magic? ”

Boom!

The word "magic” had just appeared in Li Yao's brain. His five dirty hearts and skin had burned, and the whole person had become a bright fire ball. Next, the images and memories had become thin and blurred. All he saw was Zhang Daniu screaming, raising his hands, and being taken away by three psychics or “magicians”.

The fog around him diminished, and the familiar neighborhood reappeared, and he could hear fire trucks and ambulances roaring, and then he knew nothing.

……

Li Yao had a new weird dream.

A bad laughing woman with a lipstick on her lipstick and a silver gun on her crotch, a computer with thin arms and thin legs is completely different, a strange dream that has never happened.

He wandered around in a city, maybe in Gangnam City, maybe in a city he had lived in his last life or in a previous life, like he was panicking to hide from something, the city was empty, no one but him, but the structure of the roads and streets changed randomly, like a maze with life.

Not far behind him, a large silver and white sphere, like a balloon, floated in the middle of the sky, chasing him not slowly.

Li Yao runs, runs, wants to run outside the scanning range of the silver-white sphere, but no matter how fast he is, how drilled the route is, every time he turns around, he sees the silver-white sphere behind him.

After a closer look, it was found on the back of his head that there was a silver white thin line of blood vessels or nerves, dragged all the way out and connected to the bottom of the silver white sphere.

Turns out, it wasn't the silver-white sphere that was chasing him, but he was leading the silver-white sphere forward.

Li Yao's heart poured out an unspeakable sense of powerlessness, staring directly at the silver and white sphere.

The silver and white dome's shell sparkles like a bumpy haha mirror, and he in the mirror, shattered and twisted, doesn't look like himself.

After all, who is he and what should he look like?

“Who am I?

“Am I Li Yao?

“What exactly is the so-called 'Li Yao'? Where do I come from, where do I go? What exactly is my mission? ”

……

When Li Yao woke up from the cold iron bed, he found himself wrapped in an airtight plastic film with a zipper pulling the plastic film all the way over his head.

“What is this? Why are you putting me in there? It hurts, it's boring, it tickles! ”

Li Yao conceived, trying to remember what happened during the coma, and finally realized, "Is this a corpse bag? ”

Li Yao was instantly awake and just felt like an overbaked sweet potato. The shell was completely carbide and turned into a dark pile. Fortunately, the interior was still moist and sweet and could be rescued.

“Pfft! Pfft! ”

Thinking about it, the heart immediately regains beating, and the blood flowing all over the body is like a magical restorative agent that promotes cell division, flesh regeneration, wound healing, and even feels like marrow-washing, deformation and bone replacement.

Yes, it's amazing that Li Yao can "see" all the cells in the body, a “mitochondrial factory” returning to normal operation, continuously providing stable and powerful energy, promoting cell regeneration, and reconnecting broken nerves, blood vessels, and muscle fibers together - in a way that goes beyond the human sphere, becoming more and more solid and resilient.

Including his brain cells, he seemed to have received a "total escalation” in flame burning, awakening him to more genius and genius abilities and even recording what was happening around him when he was unconscious.

Looks like the three psychics, after lighting him up and turning him into a big fireball, kidnapped Zhang Daniu. Perhaps time is running out. The fog junction they set around him is dissipating. They're going to be discovered soon, or maybe they're very confident in the blonde hair —— the “magic” of a white woman. In short, they didn't burn Li Yiu's knife against a bear. Also, he's burned like this. Where else does he need a knife?

Afterwards, the other party disappeared, the mist dissipated, Li Yao was naturally discovered by firefighters and the masses. Although he did not understand how the fire on the fifth floor could have involved spectators on the flat, he was still extinguished by dedicated firefighters, put in an ambulance and sent to the hospital's emergency room, and, uh, okay, was sent directly to the morgue.

“That's magic, right? That has to be magic, right? ”

Li Yao asked himself, “Anyway, in the world of" Forty Thousand Years of Repair, "there should be no such magic talent. Although the operation time is relatively long, it also uses a variety of complex materials, but once it is completed, you can directly lock the target body without aiming, and start burning from the five dirty six centimeters and even the deep of the cells. It is indeed a tricky technique to prevent defenses.

“But how is that possible?

“Why is there such an unscientific thing as magic in this world?

“Of course, as a dead and reincarnated 'Fixing Man’, I don't seem to be qualified to denounce magic as unscientific, but, hey, just fix it first, then magic, and ghosts know how many incredible powers exist in this world, how many mysterious lives - what kind of world is this? ”

Li Yao pondered and tried his best to regain his physical function.

That was when he heard a slight footsteps outside the morgue.

Not a doctor, but a group of well-trained fighters who have very good control over their muscles and equilibrium, or... Assassins!