C9 Eat Your Life Devour Your Longevity and Return to the Day after Tomorrow

The rain was so strange that it began to rain again.

Burn paper, burn incense, kowtow.

There was a series of things that needed to be done in order to be sacrificed. Actually, today was not the day of his parents' sacrifice. It was the day his parents disappeared.

The reason why Yang Qian'er remembered was because she didn't know the reason behind it.

One kowtow, two kowtows, and then another.

Only then did the two siblings stand up.

"Big brother, tell me, how are dad and mom doing down there?"

Yang Faan patted his head and comforted him, "Don't worry, it will be very good, so we have to live a good life, okay?"

Yang Qian'er nodded vigorously.

Yang Qian'er pulled him to the dining table and said, "Big brother, please take a look at the dishes I made. Do they taste as good as your dishes?"

Yang Faan nodded and took a bite. He realized that he put too much salt in his mouth and wanted to spit it out subconsciously. However, he was forced back by Yang Qian'er's pair of eyes that were full of expectation.

"Brother, how is it delicious? "Is it delicious?" Yang Qian'er pressed her body down on the table and used her hands to support her head as she shook it.

"Delicious, how could it not be delicious?" Yang Faan immediately took a big mouthful of food.

"Big brother, don't just eat! Eat the food!" Yang Qian'er pointed at another black dish.

"This is your favorite potato."

Yang Faan looked at the black block object in front of him and knew that he was finished today. It would be impossible for him to not leak the 8000 meter mark.

Just as he was about to continue eating, Yang Family Great Elder Yang Hu Xiong barged in with a large group of people.

Yang Faan gently put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up with a murderous look on his face.

"Yang Hualong, what? My aunt just left and you've brought another person!"

Yang Faan walked out with a bottle in his hand, ready to swallow all the pills inside.

He was certain that a life and death struggle could be broken, and a battle between life and death could be waged.

Yang Qian'er was also prepared to follow him, but Yang Faan closed the door, "Don't worry, I will be fine."

On his way out, he realized that he did not know many of the people who came. The only ones he knew were three: Yang Hualong, the old woman with the walking stick, and Eighth Master Zhao.

Eighth Master Zhao gave him a look and told him not to do anything.

Yang Faan nodded.

"Yang Faan, do you know your crime?" A burly middle-aged man in official uniform walked up to them with a look of wealth on his face.

Yang Faan took a step forward, "What did I do wrong?"

The wealthy man snorted, and soon a group of people walked over carrying over ten corpses.

These corpses were the beggars and the beggars who were knocked out by Yang Faan.

"You killed a beggar on the street, and then killed the Hsing City guards who chased after you. What crime do you think you should be guilty of!?"

"I was the one who killed the beggars. That's right, but I only knocked those guards out."

The rich man flew into a rage and clapped his hands. Soon, a dozen of people dressed as commoners came over and pointed at Yang Faan while shouting that it was him, that he was the one who killed the guards.

Yang Faan took another step forward and wanted to ask, but the civilians were so scared that they immediately kneeled on the ground.

"Impudent! Someone, put him in the Sky Prison and wait for his orders!" The wealthy man said angrily.

Yang Faan clenched his fists tightly. At this moment, Eighth Master Zhao spoke, "Yang Faan, don't worry, I will take care of your sister for you. You can just go in for a few days and I'll deal with the rest."

Yang Faan thought about it for a while, but didn't resist. The butler standing behind Eighth Master Zhao immediately walked up and picked Yang Qian'er up.

Yang Qian'er held up the pressure and didn't cry. She just kept her glasses on Yang Faan.

"Sis, don't cry. I'll be back in a few days." Yang Faan laughed.

Yang Qian'er nodded.

… ….

In the City Lord's Mansion, the rich man and Eighth Master Zhao were discussing about letting him go.

"Rest assured Old Zhao, I will only imprison him for two days. How can I reject a talent like him?" "Don't worry. Remember to come next month for my mother's birthday."

Eighth Master Zhao nodded and agreed. They left after a short discussion.

What Eighth Master Zhao did not know was that when he went out, the man's face sank, "Two days later, it won't be him."

… ….

The sky was dark. Yang Faan sat there for a while before he opened his eyes. At the same time, another pair of eyes opened as well. Those eyes were the only light in the sky prison.

It was just that this dark green light was not very pleasing.

Yang Faan looked at that pair of green eyes and smiled, because he guessed why the Sky Prison was deathly silent.

He grabbed a rock from the ground and touched it. Sure enough, it was human bones.

The owner of the dark green eyes wanted him to spit out a mouthful of dark green gas. Suddenly, Yang Faan's soul shook.

"Mental attack?" Yang Faan sneered, who in this world could compare their mental strength to him?

"Come here!"

the owner of the dark green eyes ordered after exhaling the gas.

Yang Faan pretended to be controlled and kneeled in front of him.

"Are you my new body? "Hehe, not bad indeed."

The owner of the dark green eyes opened his mouth, put his hand into it and opened it.

He flung his hand and blood splattered the wall.

With a hum, the dark sky lit up.

Yang Faan was still shocked.

The towering walls were filled with people, as if they were locked inside a wall. They struggled and gnawed with all their might, and it seemed that they were going to succeed. However, the golden lines lit up and sent them flying back.

The owner of the dark green eyes stood up at this moment. Yang Faan wanted to puke, but his face was the only thing on his body.

The only thing that was left open was the face on his stomach.

"I can finally find myself in the world with my [Mantra of All Living Things]!"

Another buzz.

His forehead was pressed against Yang Faan's, while the other faces on his body also opened their eyes at the same time, emitting colorful lights.

In an instant, the light charged into Yang Faan's sea of consciousness.

The light was cheerful, as if it had finally become free.

However, just as they passed through the calm sea, the light suddenly crashed into a table of mountains. Looking up, they discovered that it wasn't a mountain at all, but a person, a person who was sitting on a chair and overlooking them.

They wanted to escape, but they realized that their sea of consciousness was limitless. The person sitting on the chair grabbed them and swallowed them.

Yang Faan opened his eyes. In his mind, there was a new technique — "All Living Things".

He opened his hands and tried them out, but he could see all sorts of things that happened to people who had suffered hardships in the past.

The more he looked at it, the angrier he became, and he wondered how the world could be worse than his brute.

"City Lord!" Your death is near! " Yang Faan said coldly. He stood up and shook his head as he looked at the wall that was no longer struggling.

"I am not a good person, but I am also not a bad person. Today, I will convert you!"

Yang Faan crossed his legs and sat down. When did he start singing "All Beings Form."

In an instant, balls of light floated out from Yang Faan's body, and Yang Faan's cultivation dropped from the PostHeavenly Comet Realm to the early Houtian realm.

Joyous laughter rang throughout the prison, or perhaps a word of thanks.

Yang Faan kicked open the door of the Sky Prison. No one stopped him, on the contrary, there was someone guiding him.