Rebirth

  "Second brother, wake up quickly."

  A melodious voice like a valley oriole echoed in Yang Jian's ear, and there was still a faint glimmer of consciousness left in his body. Whose voice was so enchanting?

  Is there really a Yellow Spring Road? Are there really some beautiful female ghosts floating on the Yellow Spring Road? He can confirm that he will no longer be in the world, from the rooftop of a 36-story skyscraper, people who fall down to the ground at that moment will not be human again!

  The moment he hit the ground, Yang Jian's brain splattered everywhere. People say that those who die quickly don't feel any pain. At that moment, he didn't feel any pain either, but rather an indescribable sense of relief.

  He was born noble and glorious! In the past five years or so, he has been the most popular person in the national film and television circle. He has won the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor for two consecutive years, and with his dignified appearance, he has accumulated both honor and wealth!

  Innumerable times, the media has placed the crown of "heaven's proud son" on him. The glory behind it also brought unbearable torment to 23-year-old Yang Jian. This is the best era, and also the worst era.

  Luxury cars and beauties surround me, but I can't get a single true heart! Sworn brothers gather in groups, only to find that they are all just a bunch of drunkards! His parents divorced, his father Yang Zhanpeng is the boss of one of the world's top 500 companies, and it was precisely because of this noble status.

  He was surrounded by beautiful women all the time! His life was extremely messy, forcing Yang Jian's mother to commit suicide by taking poison. She died for love.

  That year Yang Jian was only ten years old! Watching his own mother die in front of him, on that day he also buried a grudge against Yang Zhanpeng!

  At this point, he was ten years old and had been drifting away, holding the meager wealth left by his mother Yang, barely making it to adulthood at eighteen. Heaven will not always punish a person, and he coincidentally met the first and only patron of his life "Wu Can", Wu Can had a pair of extremely sharp eyes that could see people very accurately.

  As a star agent, this is his essential skill. He discovered Yang Jian in a small grocery store, and at that time, Yang Jian could be described as "poor and destitute".

  Yang Mu's wealth had long been depleted, and he was working as a part-time laborer in a small grocery store in a bustling district. He didn't pay much attention to Wu Can because his face was too ordinary.

  His round head, bloated body, with a nauseating smile on his mouth, and wearing a pair of slippers. Such a person would not attract anyone's attention in any bustling city. When Yang Jian saw him for the first time, he thought this man was a pig butcher in this bustling city.

  It's laughable, but the person who was thought to be a pig killer was actually pushed onto a glittering starry path. From then on, he escaped his miserable life, but good times didn't last long, and from one sea of suffering, he fell into another, although it's said that the sea of suffering has no bounds, not everyone gets a chance to turn back.

  Years of repression, Yang Jian wore depression, enduring the torture of illness every day, finally helpless! Had to take the road to death, boarded the 36-story skyscraper.

  His jump freed himself, but caused his fans to be in deep sorrow, and many of his peers were also filled with regret.

  "Second brother, wake up quickly."

  That melodious voice sounded again beside Yang Jian's ear, but the voice seemed even more urgent. Can a dead person still have dreams? Yang Jian knew he had already fallen to the ground, and in that moment before his death, he saw a mass of white things mixed with blood appear before his eyes.

  It's nauseating to think about, but that was his own blood and brain. Yang Jian felt his body constantly shaking, it must be the owner of the voice shaking him, now he only had a weak consciousness left, his body was no longer under his control.

  He couldn't even feel the existence of his own body! This dazed and dizzy feeling made Yang Jian's heart even more painful, if he had a knife in his hand now, he would definitely thrust it into his throat with lightning speed.

  To end this last thread of consciousness, I found that my body was no longer under my command, and my heart had already been overwhelmed by this dark fear.

  Perhaps only ghosts have this feeling, and this beautiful-sounding woman wouldn't actually be a female ghost drifting along the Yellow Spring Road?

  A female ghost has such a pleasant voice, Yang Jian suddenly had an inexplicable yearning for the underworld. He thought to himself and felt extremely ridiculous.

  But then I thought again, it's not right, I'm also a ghost now, why does she have the strength to shake me? Thinking of this, Yang Jian's heart was shaken again, his perception ability is gradually recovering.

  He could feel the woman's swaying motion, and vaguely sense the tenderness in her hands. Yang Jian's heart suddenly surged with another wave of wild joy, as if he had seen sunlight in the depths of hell.

  Her palms were already soaked with sweat, Yang Jian heard her tone tense, now she must be facing some danger. Yang Jian only felt that there was a white gas in his body that kept rotating!

  What is this thing? Fairy energy? Or true energy? He remembered that he had read a lot of martial arts novels, and the dantian of those great heroes were all gathering thick and heavy true energy. How could he become a great hero himself?

  The immortal energy is even more nonsense! These immortals are all enshrined in temples by people, only collecting incense and not doing anything useful! Yang Jian didn't believe in the sayings of immortals and Buddhas either. If there really were immortals and Buddhas between heaven and earth, why would they still suffer for so many years?

  What is this white gas after all? He felt the gas flowing into his arms, legs, chest... every organ in his body could feel the flow of the gas.

  Yang Jian slowly felt that his body had gained consciousness. What was going on? Rebirth? Or transmigration? If it was rebirth, whose body did he reincarnate into?

  Another traversal, but to which era? Maybe I was originally just dreaming? Was my own jump from the building also a dream? Yang Jian's doubts grew more and more, he remembered that there was a movie that said people in deep sleep would say some things that they themselves could not control their own activities.

  Which one is the dream? Which one is reality? Yang Jian thought hard, and as his mind became clearer, he could confirm that he was not dead. Not only was he not dead, but he also felt that his body had changed! He felt that his hands and feet were much smaller, and his body was shorter by a lot.

  Got it! This must be a different me from before. Is it that one's own pain has reached its peak, and then forgets their original perception of their body?

  Yang Jian no longer paid attention to them, and the woman's voice became more urgent. He also heard many other voices! It felt like he was back in the midst of a bustling city.

  Listening to them was like bullying the woman. Yang Jian's body had some sensation, but his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't even move, let alone open his eyes.

  "Hum, you useless second brother, your abilities are not great, but the trouble you've stirred up is not small. Today, I, Wu Mazzi, will let him know who's the boss of Guanjiangkou!"

  Wu Mazi was a man as his name suggested, with a height of less than six feet but having an unusually large head. Many people worried that his head would roll off by itself, but others who saw the numerous large moles on his face allayed their concerns and kept their distance.

  The woman, however, was prostrate on the ground beside Yang Jian, her hands spread wide in a gesture of defiance against Wu Mazi. Although her face was deathly pale and tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Wu Mazi, her expression unyielding, as if daring him to come closer, earning the admiration of onlookers nearby.

  The onlookers around had already formed a circle, whispering and pointing fingers at each other, but no one dared to step forward to help. The woman had repeatedly raised her pitiful gaze to ask for assistance, but the crowd was intimidated by Wu Mazzi's evil influence and didn't dare approach.

  Two men beside Wu Ma Zi stepped forward in big strides, one on each side, grabbed the woman's hands and forcibly dragged her to a corner.

  "Wu Mazi, you've already seriously injured my second brother, can't you just spare him now?"

  The woman put down her stubborn temper and lowered her head to plead with Yang Jian! Lying on the ground, Yang Jian's hand was slightly trembling, and a warm current rushed directly into his forehead! There is actually a woman who would cry for him, how can he not be excited. Unconsciously, his fists had slowly clenched up.

  But his eyelids, which weighed a thousand pounds, still couldn't budge. Yang Jian was anxious to the extreme. The suicidal impulse in his heart had been blown away by the woman's crying voice.

  Wu Mazi walked proudly to the front of the woman and smiled, saying: "Yang Chao, I'll tell you, your Yang family may be big and powerful at Guanjiangkou, but in my eyes, Wu Mazi's, they're not worth a penny."

  He coldly snorted and looked at Yang Chao, who had already compromised, then said: "Third Miss of the Yang family, born with a beautiful appearance, can be said to be the most beautiful little woman in Ganjiangkou."

  Wu Mazi gritted his teeth, smiling slyly, and stretched out his withered branch-like hands towards Yang Chao's face. Many people cursed under their breath, but despite the murmurs of discontent around them, no one stepped forward.

  Yang Chuan's eyes widened and stared fixedly at his hand that was about to touch her, as two lines of hot tears flowed down again.

  "Wu Mazi, if you dare touch a single hair on me, my elder brothers will definitely not let you off."

  "Hmph, you two brothers, one is reckless and the other although somewhat clever, aren't you still being dealt with by me, Old Master Wu?"

  Wu Ma's eyebrows and eyes rose, hinting at the two escorts to tighten their grip. The two escorts nodded in understanding, and under broad daylight, they carried out the deed without anyone stopping them.

  Just as Wu Mazi's hand was less than half a foot away from Yang Chan.

  "Cluck cluck cluck"

  Suddenly, three loud thunderclaps came from the sky! On the horizon, several black clouds floated in, and around them, lightning flashed faintly. In an instant, the dark clouds pressed down. "Crack, crack, crack" - another three shocking thunders sounded! Looking far into the distance, the black clouds seemed to be pressing down on the ground.

  At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to merge into one! A suffocating sense of oppression and fear swept over everyone.

  Suddenly! A red light burst out from Yang Jian's body, rushing straight to the dark clouds that were gradually lowering in the sky! At this moment, Yang Jian's heavy eyelids, weighing a thousand catties, suddenly opened.