Surrounded by darkness that was so thick that it couldn't be broken, Yang Mu felt like an unborn baby, unable to speak, unable to move, and even unable to feel the existence of his body.
Where is this?
Am I already dead?
Just when Yang Mu was confused, an old voice came into his ears.
"The king of hell retreats with the silver needle in his wonderful hand, the sword energy spreads across the sky, and the immortal kneels down. The golden scales enter the sea and turn into a dragon. My fate is up to me and cannot be controlled by God!"
My child, when you act as a teacher, there are no rules. Follow your heart and follow the path. When you receive my inheritance, just remember three points. Don’t do evil, stick to your original intention, and don’t believe in destiny!
According to the rules, you have my inheritance, and as a teacher I should give you a Taoist name. From today on, your name will be Yang Mu, and your Taoist name will be Mutian."
Before Yang Mu could react, what was going on and where the voice came from, dense golden words appeared in the darkness around him, rushing towards him like a tide.
Cultivation skills, elixirs and acupuncture, kendo formulas... and even many insights and various information appeared in Yang Mu's mind out of thin air!
Yang Mu even noticed that there was a hot breath in his body. As this breath flowed through his body, his body became hotter and hotter, until it finally felt like he was in a furnace!
"roar--!"
Yang Mu couldn't bear the feeling that his brain was about to explode and his body was about to be burned, so he let out a roar, which actually turned into the sound of a dragon's roar!
He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up sweating profusely, and found that he was lying on the hospital bed, and he was the only one in the ward.
"I'm not dead, but I was taken to the hospital? Was everything just an illusion?"
Yang Mu looked at the surrounding environment and first suspected that everything before was an illusion. However, he soon discovered that all kinds of information really appeared in his mind out of thin air!
He closed his eyes and sensed for a while, and could feel a warm breath flowing slowly through his body!
"Isn't it an illusion?" Yang Mu was dumbfounded!
He remembered the old voice he heard when he was unconscious.
In other words, it was the owner of that voice who accepted him as his disciple, taught him these things, and even gave himself a Taoist name - Mu Tian!
Yang Mu suddenly remembered the severe pain he felt in his fingers before he passed out. He looked at his right hand and his pupils couldn't help but shrink!
The dragon engraved on the ring on the right index finger has two teeth that actually bite into the flesh. It looks very weird!
"What the hell is going on?"
Everything in front of him was too bizarre, and Yang Mu's heart was full of doubts.
Creak——
At this time, the door was pushed open and a woman walked in.
The woman was in her mid-twenties and was wearing a lavender one-shoulder dress. As she walked into the room, the originally pure white ward, which seemed very boring, suddenly seemed to become gorgeous.
She should obviously have some loose skirts, but this woman's sexy lines are supported by her charming and beautiful face, as well as her noble and enchanting temperament. Perhaps only the four words "beautiful person in the world" can describe her.
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"Yang Mu, are you awake?"
Seeing Yang Mu wake up, Wu Yanmei's face lit up and she quickly walked to Yang Mu's side.
"Sister Mei, you sent me to the hospital?"
Seeing Wu Yanmei's arrival, Yang Mu simply ignored the strange things that happened to him, showed a grateful expression, looked at Wu Yanmei and asked.
Wu Yanmei did not answer Yang Mu's question, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it seems that you have not been beaten into a fool! The doctor told me just now that you are likely to become a vegetative state. Even if you wake up, you will not be able to do anything."
There is a small chance that I will become a fool, but it really scares me to death."
"Forehead……"
Yang Mu touched his head and realized that his head was wrapped like a mummy.
It's not surprising that his head was hit by so many wine bottles and it was wrapped like this. What's strange is that Yang Mu is completely unaware of the pain coming from his head at this time, as if the injury has been completely healed.
It was also because of this that he didn't notice the abnormality in his head just now.
Only then did Wu Yanmei answer Yang Mu's question: "Of course I sent you to the hospital, otherwise who else could be there? By the way, your sister called at midnight last night, and I answered the call. I told her
You were too tired and fell asleep in the bar to prevent her from worrying. I originally planned that if you couldn't wake up before tonight, you could only tell her the truth."
She sat by the bed and said apologetically: "Yang Mu, Sister Mei didn't stop those bastards immediately last night, do you hate me?"
"No. Sister Mei, you have helped me too many times. I am not a cruel person, so how could I hate you? And I know that you can't help yourself. You can't afford to offend those guys." Yang Mu shook his head.
Wu Yanmei was a little relieved when she heard this, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, feeling sorry for Yang Mu.
She admired this strong and hardworking boy very much, but unfortunately, many things in this world could not be achieved with hard work.
No matter how hard Yang Mu works, the end of this life will never reach the starting point of those bastards last night. This is the gap between people, the bloody reality!
"Sister Mei, before I fainted, I saw you hit Young Master Yang on the head with a wine bottle, and heard him scold you. Did you suffer any loss later?" Yang Mu couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry, I didn't suffer a loss. After I took action, Zhang Yi and the others also followed suit. Those second-generation ancestors saw that there were so many of us and dared to take action anywhere, so they all ran away. People like Yan Zhengyang cherish their lives very much.
, after I knocked a bottle of wine, he claimed that he had a concussion and had someone take him to the hospital!"
Wu Yanmei brushed her forehead hair behind her ears and smiled gently. It was somewhat difficult to connect her with the fierce woman who picked up the wine bottle last night.
"Would it be troublesome?"
Yang Mu was not a fool. Although Wu Yanmei smiled easily, he understood that as Yan Zhengyang, Wu Yanmei smashed the opponent's head to pieces, and he was afraid that this matter would not be rectified!
Wu Yanmei's smile froze and she said: "This is not something you should think about. What you have to do now is to take good care of your injuries. As for Yan Zhengyang, Sister Mei will find a way to handle it!"
She sighed in her heart, it was more than just a trouble, she had already closed the bar and asked the rest of the staff to go home. She did not plan to open the door tonight because Yan Zhengyang would definitely bring someone back to take revenge.
Bang!
Suddenly, the door was kicked open and a group of people poured in from outside.
The two people in the room were shocked!
Wu Yanmei turned around quickly and saw the leader Yan Zhengyang, as well as a dozen burly men behind him with sinister expressions on their faces, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale!
"Smelly cousin, it turns out you are hiding here. This loser is not dead yet. In this case, I will kill you two at once! I will stop talking today and beat you two to the ground.
If you kowtow and beg for mercy, I will jump directly from this window!"
Yan Zhengyang, with his head wrapped in a bandage, looked at Wu Yanmei and Yang Mu with a ferocious expression, pointed at the window, sneered repeatedly, and then winked at the big man next to him, who quickly brought a box of champagne.
"Yan Zhengyang, are you really lawless? Is it possible that you want to kill people here in the hospital!" Wu Yanmei's face was pale, with fear in her eyes.
In a place like this, Yan Zhengyang led people to break in, but the security personnel did not arrive. This shows how terrifying the power behind Yan Zhengyang is!
"You are right, I am so lawless!"
Yan Zhengyang smiled extremely proudly: "You stinky woman, if you dare to hit me on the head with a wine bottle, of course I will pay you back ten times or a hundred times!"
Wu Yanmei said angrily: "That's because you attacked Yang Mu first!"
"You compare this bitch's head with my own?"
Yan Zhengyang pointed at Yang Mu, feeling greatly insulted and even more annoyed. He said to the big man behind him: "Catch them both, I will use their heads to open champagne!"
"yes!"
A dozen big men walked towards Wu Yanmei and Yang Mu with a sneer. The big man at the head pounced directly on Wu Yanmei, with an obscene smile on his face. Young Master Yang only said to catch him, but did not say how to catch him.
Holding her in a hug, isn't that also grabbing her?
They have never had the opportunity to kiss a beautiful woman of this level, so the man is naturally not willing to miss it!
Seeing the nearly 1.9 meter tall man rushing towards her, Wu Yanmei was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was about to pick up a chair and fight with him.
thump!
At the critical moment, the big man suddenly made a plop and knelt down in front of her!
Wu Yanmei was stunned, her beautiful eyes rounded: "What's going on?"