C1 Transmigration 1

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and the beat of the heart was getting weaker and weaker. Looking at the white ceiling of the ward, the familiar smell of disinfectant between the nose and the nose.

"Am I going to die?"

"That's great!"

Zhuo Hua felt relieved. It had been 23 years. He had been suffering from the pain ever since he came to this world.

The most painful thing in the world was not death, but being on the verge of death.

During these twenty-three years, Zhuo Hua had been lingering on the edge of death. On average, he would enter the ICU once every five days.

He had thought of seeking death before. However, how could he be willing to die just like that?

Zhuo Hua thought sarcastically. Who in this world didn't want to live? He wasn't willing to die, but no matter how unwilling he was, he still had to die...

The wind blew up the white curtains in front of the window. A pretty young man with a pale face slowly closed his eyes on the bed.

Dad, Mom, I'm sorry.

His breathing gradually stopped, and his heart calmed down.

In a corner of the world, another life passed away.

...

Pain!

It hurts!

Zhuo Hua felt an indescribable pain all over his body. He tried hard to open his eyes, but it was all in vain.

After struggling for a long time, the person lying on the bed finally opened his eyes. The familiar white ceiling in Zhuo Hua's memory had turned into a light curtain.

Zhuo Hua rubbed his aching head. Memories that did not belong to him played repeatedly in his head. Colorful scenes appeared one after another. These memories were not the memories of his modern society.

The influx of unfamiliar memories made his head hurt even more.

Zhuo Hua held his head in pain. After a while, he gradually recovered.

"Haha..."

The handsome young man, whose face was originally full of pain, began to laugh.

He knew what was going on with these unfamiliar memories.

Zhuo Hua used to like reading novels. After all, he had to find something to do in the ward every day.

"Become a Devil." This was the first and only novel Zhuo Hua had read.

When he read "Become a Devil," Zhuo Hua clicked on it.

This was a relatively unpopular novel. The main character, Nan Chen, did not have a golden finger or a harem. He had originally lived happily with his parents, but his parents had died young. He had become Vernerable Zhuo Hua's disciple. His talent was excellent, and he had a bright light in his cultivation. He had reached Foundation Establishment at ten years old and reached Core Formation at twenty years old.

He should have been a proud son of heaven, but in the future, he would be destroyed by someone he trusted.

And all of this was because he was his master.

Nan Chen's master, Vernerable Zhuo Hua, looked like a gentleman. But he was a hypocrite.

He had secretly tamed a large number of cauldrons. He needed these cauldrons to break through the shackles of Soul Formation and become an immortal.

Of course, Nan Chen was his most important cauldron. Nan Chen's pure Yang physique was more useful than the large number of cauldrons.

After Nan Chen saw through Zhuo Hua's trick and tried to escape from the sect, Zhuo Hua fabricated a lie that Nan Chen had already become a devil. He organized the righteous faction and wanted to kill his relatives with righteousness. In the end, he knocked Nan Chen off the cliff.

After Nan Chen fell off the cliff, he lost all his power. Then, he found a book about devil cultivation by chance.

From then on, a devil lord rose up.

However, in the end, Nan Chen died under Zhuo Hua's sword. It was not an accident that he found out about his parents' death when he died.

The book ended just like that.

Zhuo Hua found a resonance in this book. He was like Nan Chen, who had once escaped, resisted, and struggled...

However, he could not escape, could not resist, could not escape. He had lived in darkness and despair for his entire life.

When he read this book, he had thought, how could there be such a hypocritical master?

He still remembered that because his name was exactly the same as Nan Chen's master, he would always be brought into novels.

Every time he saw something emotional, Zhuo Hua would think that if he was Nan Chen's master, he would treat him well.

After reading the whole book, he entered the ICU because his emotions were too strong. From then on, his parents forbade him to read novels.

But when he was free, Zhuo Hua would still think of this novel that he would never forget.

And now, he had become one of them. He had become the person he was willing to become. He had taken over the body of the person who had made Nan Chen suffer.

In this life, he had such a healthy body, and Nan Chen was still fine.

Perhaps, this was the will of the heavens. Let him protect Nan Chen well. The source of all evil had already been occupied by him. He would definitely be fine in this life.

Zhuo Hua closed his eyes and slowly merged with this body. After familiarizing himself with the cultivation technique of this body, Zhuo Hua started to circulate his true qi according to the method he remembered.

His sea of consciousness was in intense pain.

Zhuo Hua had no choice but to stop his cultivation and check it out. He found that his sea of consciousness had suffered a serious injury.

There were only a few people in this world who could hurt Vernerable Zhuo Hua. He must have suffered from Qi deviation when he was circulating his martial arts.

This way, he could take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation.

Zhuo Hua could not help but smile.

As expected, it was a sentence: When a person does it, the heavens watch it. Everything should be settled.