Chapter 1 Disaster of Dongjiang
Midnight in the late winter of 2061.
The cold wind passes over the Dongjiang River. Although it is the southernmost city in China, it is also a little cold.
At this time, a thin young man appeared in the dim alley of the slums by the river, followed by seven or eight people in black not far behind him, and the frequent footsteps were mixed with a panicked impact noise.
The young man's name is Yang Feng. He is the only son of Yang Zhenhua, the chairman of Yang Group, the head of China's three major energy giants. More than two months ago, Yang Zhenhua and his wife died in a commercial plane crash, and Yang Feng became the heir of Yang Group.
After several chases, Yang Feng hurriedly didn't tell the direction and rushed into an alley with a single exit. After a moment of pause, Yang Feng's handsome face turned paler in the faint moonlight. Hearing the sound behind him, he hurried to the dilapidated gate at the end of the alley.
When he rushed into the dilapidated gate, his pale face was full of despair. This is a factory that has been abandoned for many years. There is almost nothing in it, and there is no second exit or hiding place!
He glanced at the whole factory building in panic. Yang Feng hurriedly ran to the nearest air outlet, ran all over his body, firmly grasped the iron railing of the air outlet two meters from the ground with both hands, and pulled it in with all his strength with his feet against the wall.
"Damn it!"
The iron railing that had been abandoned for many years was unexpectedly firm. Yang Feng pounded the iron railing heavily with his right fist and cursed, and then rushed to another exhaust vent.
"Daw! Damn it! Damn..."
After he tried all the exhausts, seven or eight black figures appeared at the gate.
"Hehe..."
With a sneer, Yang Feng's heart thumped, staring at the black leader at the front of the door. There was a dead silence around him, and he could almost hear his heartbeat and breathing. As if desperate to the extreme, the heavy stone in his heart disappeared instead. He grabbed a rusty iron bar by the wall and waved it to the man in black who came forward without any rules.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the other end of the rusty iron bar was firmly held in the leather gloves by the black collar as if embedded in a steel stone. The black leader looked flat and kicked Yang Feng's chest fiercely.
"Bang--" Yang Feng's body was kicked two meters away. In an instant, his chest was pressed like a thousand boulder. He could only breathe out and could not breathe in. Finally, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He lay on the cold floor, his body was full of meat and vegetables, and his vision gradually blurred.
The black collar kicked Yang Feng at will, kicked Yang Feng over, and then stepped on the handsome and pale face. With a huge body, he put his face close to Yang Feng's side face squeezed on the ground and sneered:
"Master Yang, you really made it easy for me to escape to this inconspicuous small city. It's a pity that you didn't wait until the day you took over the Yang Group.
There is an obvious scar above the left corner of the black collar, and the ferocious face looks even more horrible. From Yang Feng's squinting eyes, he read endless resentment. The black collar showed a joking smile at the corners of his mouth, and his cold eyes had a murderous intention.
I saw the scar black collar pick up Yang Feng's dusty clothes with the rusty iron bar, turned out the wallet in the pocket, confirmed the identity certificate inside, and stuffed it back. There was a satisfied look on his face: "For those 200 million, it's worth spending more than two months on you. Take him away!"
The last sentence is said to the men behind him. When the group of people in black tied Yang Feng's seal and brought him out of the alley, a gray figure quickly swept over the top of the low building of the alley.
On the Dongjiang Bridge, several people in black stood side by side. Yang Feng was put outside the guardrail, and his shoulder was firmly held down by the other two people in black.
"Is this rope all right?" A man with a scar black collar rushed to the side and asked.
The man in black replied, "As long as you soak in the water for two or three hours, the rope will break."
Scar black leader nodded with satisfaction, reached out and pulled off the glue on Yang Feng's mouth. He felt the strong hatred in his eyes and smiled calmly, "Don't blame me. It's your fault that you came from the Yang family."
He knew that he would die when he fell into their hands. Yang Feng was not as nervous as before: "Who asked you to kill me?"
"There is a rule for everyone in our industry. If the employer does not want to explain, we will not ask about their identity background. However, for the sake of providing us with a huge amount of money on your death, I can tell you my guess," the scar black collar said slowly in Yang Feng's ear. In his angry expression, he gently pushed him out of the bridge. "Don't vote for the wrong person in the next life."
The cold wind passed by his face, and after a burst of scratching pain, his body fell into the cold Dongjiang River, and Yang Feng's consciousness slowly dissipated:
"Mom and Dad, today, I'm finally an adult... I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled..."
"Since you are not willing, do everything you can to regain everything."
The old voice sounded in his ear, as if it were the call of the god of the underworld. Yang Feng felt that his body was light and warm, and then slowly opened his eyes. A thin figure appeared in the field of vision. When he saw the old face in front of him, Yang Feng suddenly woke up a little:
"I'm not dead!"
"After drinking a whole bottle of snow lotus jade dew, it's hard to die," the thin old man stood with his hands behind his hands behind his hands, and his temples were a little tough, which seemed energetic. He was surprised that he did not feel any surprise or confusion from Yang Feng's eyes. "What's the name of the young man?"
"Yang Feng."
From today on, your name is Yanfeng. I will give you two years to follow me to learn art, and follow my arrangements in the future until you can beat me. The old man said it categorically.
"This is impossible. I still have a lot of things to do!" Yang Feng directly rejected the old man's words.
"My Xuelian Yulu is not a charity. No matter what deep hatred you have, you have to revenge. Now your life belongs to me. If you dare to say another word 'no', I will end you immediately!"
Domineering! When did Yang Feng, who has been flattered by everyone since he was sensible, bear such a threat?
Looking at the old man's sharp eyes, Yang Feng's body had the illusion of suffering from strong pressure. After experiencing a life and death, Yang Feng clearly read the death in the old man's eyes.
After Yang Feng could accept it, the old man took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and threw it to him: "Drink it!"
Yang Feng looked at the blood-redded ** in the medicine bottle. Although he had experienced death once, he still had an inexplicable fear in his heart and asked in a trembling voice:
"What is this?"
"Blood poison, drink it. If you don't get a reliever for two months, your whole body will be in great pain. The blood will gradually boil and finally be burned into ashes by the blood flame!" The old man's eyes were like a torch, staring at Yang Feng's pale and pretty face like death.
A picture of his whole body burning to ashes appeared in Yang Feng's mind, and he couldn't help shivering, but does he have a second choice? It's better to accept fate than being slapped to death by the old monster in front of you now. After all, when a person dies, there is nothing left, and there is at least a chance to live.
"I have to live!" A strange force washed away the fear in his heart. Yang Feng closed his eyes and drank up the blood poison in one breath.
The taste is a little bitter...
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After more than two months of preparation, the book was finally published. I miss my friends in WOW very much. I made up my mind to be a "deserout soldier", but I have a small reverie in my heart. They will not be used to it without the old bubbling MT. It is written that there is always the impulse to go back to open up the wasteland, but I hope that "Online Game Revenge Swordsman" can become their expectation. With the good memories of WOW, I will try my best to continue this book into history. Therefore, please help collect it. The road to becoming a god is impossible for one person.