C1 Necromancy

East China Sea, night time.

Jiang Wuchen, whose entire body was drenched, walked out of the sea with steady steps. He only wore a pair of shabby shorts on his entire body, and his wet hair stuck to his scalp.

Whoosh.

A huge wave came crashing over from behind him, causing Jiang Wuchen to stand still like an iron tower. With every breath he took, the lines of the six abs became more distinct.

He clenched his fists tightly, the muscles on his well-proportioned arms tensed up. Cold rays of light akin to cold stars flickered in his eyes. "They're finally here …" The youth raised his head and looked towards the city that was shrouded in black clouds in the distance, "I, Jiang Wuchen, have been tormented in the Ten Hells Palace for three hundred years, I have finally returned …"

His past life flashed through Jiang Wuchen's mind like passing clouds.

"In this life, whatever grudges or grudges I have against Jiang Wuchen, they have to be reckoned with. Just you wait, the price that you guys made me, Jiang Wuchen, pay, I will take them back tenfold, a hundred times over!" Turning his head, Jiang Wuchen looked towards the depths of the Eastern Ocean.

Crack.

A streak of lightning descended from the distant sky. The distorted purple lightning illuminated half of the night sky, and also illuminated Jiang Wuchen's pale face.

When he swam back from the ocean, he had almost used up all of his energy. Diana was assaulted by tropical storms, it was a torrential downpour.

On a street in a bar near the Sea of Haichuan, the tropical storm had affected the noise here. It was already two in the morning, and with the rain, there weren't many people on the street.

A long-haired girl suddenly scuttled out of the Mermaid Bar's entrance. She was bent over vomiting and the rain had wet her clothes, creating a outline of her beautiful legs.

"What about the car keys? How come my car keys are missing? Gone, gone, old lady … "It's not rare!"

The girl stood up, her long hair carelessly tossed to the back of her head, and with one step and three steps, she walked towards the bus stop not far away, laughing impudently, "So what if we break up, Hawk, who do you think you are? There are many people who pursue me. Without you, I would have lived better! Ss, so cold, so good... "I feel so dizzy."

The girl walked slowly forward, followed by a black BMW. The drunk girl didn't even notice the danger.

She walked to the bus stop and sat down. Leaning on the railing, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a coma.

The black horse carriage waited for a few minutes, then the car door opened. Two young men with vulgar expressions jumped out, "This Tang Wenru girl is indeed extraordinary, she can water from a pinch of water. That guy, 'Foot Hair', didn't lie to me, it'll first be fun for two days, then I'll call her father, Tang Jincheng, and knock him on the door for tens of millions."

They stuffed the girl into the car and prepared to drive away. The driver looked up through the windshield and saw a young man standing in the rain in front of them. He was wearing only a pair of broken shorts.

"What the heck?" The vulgar man who was driving had just started up when he suddenly braked.

The man in the back seat who was hugging Tang Wenru smashed into the front passenger seat and cursed: "How the f * ck do you drive?"

"That's not it, Brother Hao. Look at the man in short pants standing in front of you." The driver apologized.

The man with the mustache in the back rubbed his forehead and frowned as he looked ahead. The automatic wiper whirred, sweeping the rain from the windshield.

Under the light of the hawk eyes, he clearly saw Jiang Wuchen standing in front of the carriage.

"F * ck!" Who the hell was this man? I, Liu Hao, am already wretched enough in Haichuan. Damn it, this grandson is even more wretched than me. The small mustached man was shocked.

The driver rolled down the window and said, "Bro, you're really awesome. Where did you get this from?"

Jiang Wuchen turned and walked to the driver's seat. With a cold face and a cold wind, he said, "Hell."

The small mustached man at the back exclaimed, "Hell your head! You're a retard, right? "F * ck you, f * ck off, a good dog doesn't block the way!"

The driver's gaze turned cold, as if he felt a sense of danger from Jiang Wuchen and pulled out a sharp black military thorn from his chest. "Do you still need me to repeat myself?"

Jiang Wuchen shook his head, grabbing onto the wretched man's hair, forcefully pulling him out of the window, with a peng sound, he fell heavily onto the ground.

"Swish!" It can't be? " The small mustached man was speechless. "Ah Dao, teach him a lesson."

The driver crawled up from the ground and suddenly shot out like a bolt of lightning, thrusting his blade towards Jiang Wuchen.

At this time, in the back row of the carriage, Tang Wenru who was curled up in the small mustached man's embrace opened her eyes slightly.

Jiang Wuchen remained indifferent, his body jumping, he soared to the sky, spinning 360 degrees and swinging his leg to kick the driver right in the face.

Crack.

The driver's mouth slanted to the side as two bloody teeth flew out and his nostrils spewed blood. He flew past the BMW and fell heavily onto the side of the road, fainting.

"Gurgle."

The bearded man at the back swallowed his saliva. He wasn't joking. The driver of the car was a real soldier. He had once fought against four saber-wielding men by himself, and he was nicknamed Saber.

It was also because of this that the bearded Liu Hao kept his dirty face, but in reality, he was quite skilled with a military blade by his side.

He didn't expect that the saber would be instantly killed by the underwear man before him.

The kick was executed without the slightest bit of hesitation. It spun around in the air before swinging back and forth. It looked so coquettish.

Jiang Wuchen walked to the side of the carriage indifferently, opened the door and sat down, then closed it with a bang.

The mustache man took out a stack of bills, which amounted to seven to eight thousand yuan, "Friend, leave a trace of yourself behind so that we can meet each other again in the future. Haichuan, Liu Hao, what is your name, friend?"

"Leave the money here and take off your clothes."

"Hehe, friend, from your accent, you don't sound like a Haichuan person, but don't worry. I'm the one covering the area around Haichuan Bar Street, you can ask around."

"Take it off."

"Not giving face?" The bearded man's face turned cold as he suddenly pulled out a modified pneumatic pistol from his back.

Jiang Wuchen's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness, and he suddenly made a move.

The bearded man only saw a blur as the gun in his hand landed in Jiang Wuchen's hands. He quickly disassembled the gun into a pile of fragments, and the gas canisters and steel balls all scattered into the car.

He had met an expert. The small mustached man's heart trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Take off your clothes and repeat yourself one last time!"

"Alright, alright." The mustache man took a deep breath and immediately reached out to touch Tang Wenru.

"It's yours!" Jiang Wuchen said indifferently.

"Eh? Friend, I admire you, but I like women, this … Absolutely outrageous. You go first. "Don't stare at me. Damn, like I said, I'm not gay!"

Bang.

Jiang Wuchen slapped him across the face...

Half a minute later, the mustache man was stripped naked and his face was bruised as he rolled down the car. The black BMW 530 roared and sped away.

"Oh my god!" My Armani, my BMW, and... Tang Wenru. " "No matter who you are, such humiliation, as long as you are in Haichuan, I will dig three feet out of the ground to find you."