Chapter 1: Back from the Dead

  The Buddha said there are eight sufferings: the suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, the suffering of separation from loved ones, the suffering of encountering enemies, the suffering of not getting what one wants, and the suffering of the five skandhas being overwhelming.

  Liu Hao's short life was only 26 years old, but he experienced seven hardships. The only one he didn't experience was the hardship of old age, because he died an untimely death and did not live to be old, so there was no hardship of old age.

  Bang!

  A wisp of blue smoke rose from the muzzle of the black hole, and the hand that grasped the gun handle was a burly man with scars on his face.

  "Ah!"

  The bullet of sin pierced through Liu Hao's chest, and the blood spurted out like water, dyeing a large area of the ground red. Liu Hao let out a mournful cry, his face twisted, his complexion pale with a sickly hue, his pupils shrinking, gradually losing focus, and he fell from his wheelchair.

  "Dad, Mom, your revenge is avenged, rest in peace!" Liu Hao used his last bit of strength to comfort the spirits of his parents in heaven.

  Liu Hao, a graduate of a second-tier university, entered society at the age of 22 and successfully joined the ranks of "white-collar workers" with his down-to-earth, hardworking and diligent work style, becoming an object of admiration for his classmates.

  Just as Liu Hao was working hard to buy a car, a house and get married and have children, striving to become a car slave, a house slave and a child slave, his fate changed that year, when he was only twenty-three years old.

  A disaster struck, and his life, career, love... underwent a 180-degree reversal!

  Liu Hao's residential area was bought by local real estate mogul Oubenching at the lowest price. Oubenching is a scoundrel, a rascal, and even worse than that. Not only did he buy the residential area at the lowest price, but also sent thugs to sneak into the residential area in the middle of the night and beat up residents.

  Liu Hao's parents were beaten to death that night, and Liu Hao also lost a leg.

  From then on, Liu Hao had no happiness to speak of. He lost his job, his girlfriend broke up with him, and all he was left with was pain, torment, resentment, and regret...

  A parent's enemy is irreconcilable!

  Liu Hao was determined to seek justice for his parents, and he used every possible means: finding evidence, submitting materials, asking for help from the gatekeeper, filing a lawsuit, appealing, petitioning...

  Unfortunately, Ou Benqing's power was too great, and all levels of departments had his people. Liu Hao ran around for three years, spent all his savings, sold his house, but still couldn't get back a bit of justice.

  Where is justice?

  Liu Hao was desperate, he could only think that justice was in his hands and should be sought by him. For this, he made careful preparations and took the opportunity of Ou Benqing's visit to the residential area to shoot Ou Benqing in the head with a homemade handgun.

  At the moment the gun went off, Liu Hao clearly saw that Ou Benqing's eyes were dazed, as if he couldn't quite believe that a business elite with a family fortune of hundreds of millions would actually die at the hands of someone like Liu Hao.

  When Ou Benqing's pupils lost focus, Liu Hao felt an extraordinary pleasure, with a crazy sense of relief, this is the venting of hatred!

  This is the joy of avenging one's parents!

  "Go tell them! Go tell them! I have a brother in the county, an iron buddy in the city, and an uncle in the province. Can you take me down? You go appeal! Go appeal! I have plenty of money, just throw some cash around, hire a few writers to prepare some materials, and that's enough to make your legs run off!"

  Ou Benqing's boisterous voice echoed in Liu Hao's ears.

  "What's the use of being arrogant? What's the use of having billions in wealth? Can't escape death after all! Died at the hands of a small person like me!" Liu Hao thought with great pleasure, his pupils scattered, his vitality lost, and his soul floated up, drifting towards a mass of light, and from then on, there was no more Liu Hao in this world.

  Liu Hao's only thing left in this world is the "killer": a "handgun" made of a wooden handle, a nail, a shell, and a rubber band. This was completed by Liu Hao with a small knife and a pair of pliers.

  With such a simple weapon, Liu Hao exploded Ou Benqing's head and avenged his parents' death, seeking justice for himself!

  Tomorrow's newspaper headlines will definitely report: Ou Benqing will be touted as a model of the industry elite, real estate tycoon and philanthropist with a loving heart, while Liu Hao will be scolded as a typical scumbag, villain, criminal and anti-social person.

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  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  A loud noise like thunder woke Liu Hao up.

  Damn the neighbor!

  "What's all the knocking about? Are you trying to knock someone dead? Do you have to use so much force?" The voice was like a thunderclap in his ears, and after a while, his ears were still ringing, similar to the sound of a train rushing by. Liu Hao muttered in a bad mood.

  "Hiss!"

  A chill ran down Liu Hao's spine and he couldn't help but shiver.

  Liu Hao wanted to turn his neck, but found that it was stiff and couldn't be turned. With a slight effort, his neck made a cracking sound, which wasn't from turning his neck, but rather like twisting it violently, accompanied by waves of pain.

  I wanted to move my fingers, but found that they were stiff and hard, like frozen pork in the refrigerator, without a hint of warmth.

  Liu Hao could only move his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness. He stretched out his hand but couldn't see his fingers, and the coldness made Liu Hao's heart tremble. A terrifying thought flashed through his mind: "Could it be that I'm in hell?"

  This idea is too absurd, too hard to believe, but at this moment, Liu Hao really believes that he is in hell. Otherwise, why is it so dark? So cold? And not a single person around?

  "Big brother, why did you leave so early?"

  "Wu Xiuciai, your life is really bitter!"

  Just as Liu Hao was shocked, a burst of wailing sounds suddenly rose up, wailing so loudly that the mountains echoed, like mourning.

  "Ah!"

  Liu Hao let out a sigh of relief, finally someone was there, not in hell: "Who's wailing, who died?"

  "Hey, Third Uncle, how did you come here? Wu Xiuren is your junior, he shouldn't be given this treatment!" a loud voice shouted.

  "Ji'er, now that you're leaving, Second Brother's house is finished! You're the only one left of the Wu family line!" A slightly hoarse voice rang out, filled with sorrow: "Ji'er, you're a great figure in our Wu family line. At 16, you became the youngest scholar in Guishen County! Now that you're leaving, who will bring honor to the Wu family line?"

  The first half was still crying, Liu Hao was also moved a bit. As an elder, he could be so heartbroken, it's not bad. But the second half was a bit off, he wasn't crying for Wu Xiutai, but for the glory of the Wu family line.

  "Is it ancient?" Liu Hao's restless mind turned: "It should be a play! Which ancient play is being performed?"

  "Third Uncle, please take a seat, Yang's wife has brought you a gift!" The loud voice boomed out, like thunder.

  "Miss Yang, thank you, Third Uncle!" A crisp and tender female voice rang out, somewhat childish, and it was unclear how old she was.

  Filled with infinite sorrow, between each word and phrase, sobbing and weeping, it's hard to finish a sentence. Then, comes a heart-wrenching cry, possessing the power of heartbreaking grief.

  Liu Hao heard it in his ears, and felt a sourness in his heart. Such a heartbreaking cry, Liu Hao had only heard a few times before. Yes, when his own parents died unjustly, Liu Hao hugged their bodies and cried to the heavens, it was just as sorrowful and indignant.

  So sad, absolutely not acting, it's a funeral!

  "A widow? Such a classic way of addressing oneself, usually used by widows. So this woman's husband is dead? That must be it! This woman is so heartbroken, they must have had a good relationship. What luck that her deceased husband was able to marry such a wonderful wife!" Liu Hao thought to himself, feeling a pang in his chest as he recalled how his girlfriend had broken up with him decisively, and how she definitely wouldn't be this heartbroken if he were the one who died.

  "Dearest friends and family, come forth to mourn, and send off Wu Xiuciai on his final journey!" The loud voice rang out once more.

  Immediately afterwards, a burst of wailing sounds erupted.

  "Big brother, your life is really tough!"

  "Wu Xiuzai, you're leaving just like this..."

  Liu Hao doesn't sound like that at all, no different from a dry corpse, what's the relationship? Or are they relatives who can't be reached by eight poles?

  "See off Wu Xiuciai!"

  As the loud voice rang out, Liu Hao felt his body lighten and he was tossed upwards.

  "Heavens! I'm in a coffin! I am Wu Xiuciai, the deceased!"

  This throw was almost fatal, and Liu Hao's soul, which had just returned to its rightful place, was nearly thrown into the outer reaches of the sky. In an instant, Liu Hao understood something: in such a dark place, it could only be a coffin! And with a body so stiff, it could only be someone who had been dead for a very long time!

  Liu Hao wanted to shout, but his mouth was wide open with no sound. He wanted to smash the coffin, but his limbs were stiff and numb, with not a hint of warmth, having the heart but lacking the strength.

  Liu Hao's guess was correct, he was indeed in the coffin. The coffin was being carried by four strong men, walking out of the house, ready to be buried.

  "Am I going to be buried alive? I just got shot once, and now I'm being buried again. Why is my life so miserable? When it rains, it pours, and when I'm having bad luck, even my pee splashes back on me. My luck is worse than dog shit!" Liu Hao was bitter, but no matter how much he cried out to heaven and earth, there was no response.

  Suddenly, the shouting of "See off Wu Xiuciai" came into his ears. This was not a shout, what Liu Hao heard in his ears was a thunderclap that almost stunned him!

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