C1 The Rod Is Gone

In the seventh month of Jiangnan, the sun was scorching the earth. The heat waves hit Chan'er and made her cry out, "I know, I know. "

The scorching heat could not stop the passion of people who wanted to modify the earth. On the shore of Hangzhou Bay, under Qin Shan's feet. Dong dong came from the piles of rocks. It was the sound of the broken hammer on the excavator hitting the ground. It was getting closer. It was a pit dozens of meters deep, and there was a excavator at the bottom of the pit. It was tirelessly knocking on hard rocks. A tanned and muscular young man was sitting in the driver's seat, lazily looking at the hammer. His eyes were blank. . .

His name was Feng Zimo, and he was just twenty years old this year. When he was five years old, he was kidnapped and sold to a small county town. His previous memories were already blurry. When he was seven, his foster parents passed away due to illness. The fortune teller said that his life was too tough. He killed his parents. The relatives of his adoptive parents sent him to the welfare institute, and he finally did not starve to death in the wilderness. He was like a tenacious weed. He grew up bathing in the rain, although he did not have the legacy of his parents. And he didn't have the talent to learn everything, but good for his health. . . Simple and happy, a few years of compulsory education also allowed him to read. He especially loved to study the legends of deviants, and he enjoyed himself. He knew about society at a young age and was able to live a smart and flexible life. But the joy could not fill his stomach. In order to make a living two years ago, he worked at the construction site with the help of the local government, and learned how to dig machines from his master for two years. Now, he finally graduated and boasted that he wouldn't lose to Lanxiang when he graduated. After a series of twists and turns, He came to the power plant construction site near Hangzhou Bay to be the driver of the excavator and fought against the hard rocks tirelessly. There was no such thing as a dream. He repeatedly knocked on the rocks day after day to earn a salary. Apart from what he needed in his life, he also bought some delicious food to go back to the welfare institute to give his younger brothers and sisters a meal.

Looking at the repeated broken hammers, Feng Zimo's thoughts had already drifted back to the rented house. Last night, when the girl across from him passed by the window, she twisted her waist. There was also the sound of high heels hitting the ground, as if they were stepping on his chest. Her heart was squeezed to his throat. The excess hormones were about to drip out of his mouth along with the saliva at the corner of his mouth. Feng Zimo, who felt inferior, never dared to look directly at that girl. Opposite him, she always blushed, lowered her head and hurried past, then secretly looked back at the girl's swaying grace. She took a deep breath and tried to catch the remaining fragrance. Of course. He didn't know what the girl's surname was or what her name was. How old was Fang?

Suddenly, the knocking stopped abruptly, and the wailing finally covered the tireless lump of metal.

For some reason, the broken hammer stopped moving.

The focus slowly returned to Feng Zimo's eyes. He shook his head and temporarily forgot about the girl's charm. He reluctantly opened the small door of the operation room. When he left the air conditioner in the operating room, he finally knew why Chan'er had been screaming so miserably. After landing on the ground for a few seconds, sweat flowed down his back to his waist.

As he walked, Feng Zimo muttered, "The hydraulic hammer won't break, right? Then I'll be in trouble. In this hot day, if he couldn't do work, he wouldn't be able to blow the air conditioner. I'm going to die from the heat. Besides, the construction period is so tight. Will the boss eat me?"

Feng Zimo walked a few steps forward and found that the broken hammer could not return to its original position. He walked around the hammer and wiped the sweat on his forehead helplessly. "I didn't find anything wrong with the oil flow. "

Feng Zimo ran back to the operation room and closed the door. A cool breeze entered his body through his open pores, making him feel very comfortable. He pulled up the operating stick, and the mechanical arm of the excavator could not be retracted normally. It was as if it had been sucked in. Even though the engine was roaring, the excavator could not even turn around after getting into the car.

"Could it be that the rotation mechanism is broken too?"

Feng Zimo left the operating room reluctantly. The moment he opened the door, he saw a light flash on the broken joystick. Feng Zimo jumped off the excavator and quickly walked towards the broken hammer. The light became stronger and stronger.

Feng Zimo reflexively narrowed his eyes. In the strong light, he could vaguely see that the broken hammer was getting smaller and smaller.

"Did I see a ghost?"

When the light faded, Feng Zimo squatted beside the broken hammer and moved a few pieces of gravel away. Suddenly, the light followed the tip of Feng Zimo's finger and entered his body. After a burst of heat, everything returned to normal, except for the rod that fell off the broken hammer after it became smaller. With a touch, it turned into dust and fell into the pile of gravel.

"Damn it in broad daylight!" Feng Zimo took two steps back and shouted.

He looked up and saw that the noon sun was so bright that he could not open his eyes. How could he see a ghost? He ran back to the operating room and sat down. Feng Zimo pinched his thigh hard. It really hurt. Feng Zimo shook his head, but he was still not sure if he was dreaming or not.

He shook the joystick and found that the excavator was working normally. The moment he lifted the mechanical arm, Feng Zimo's eyes widened. The joystick was really gone. He ran to the broken hammer and looked at the empty hole in the joystick. He was completely lost. Feng Zimo calmed himself down and searched the pile of broken stones unwillingly.

"Even if I find a broken, broken, or half a corpse, I can still explain it to the boss!"

After searching for a while, Feng Zimo did not find anything.

"Could it be that it really turned into dust? That is an extremely durable alloy steel!"

Helpless, Feng Zimo returned to the operating room. The air conditioner cooled his sweat. However, it could not calm his heart. After calming himself down, Feng Zimo took out his phone. He dialed the boss's number. However, the boss's reply made him doubt his life once again. Feng Zimo himself wouldn't believe it either. The rod would disappear into thin air. If the boss wanted to deduct his salary, he would just accept the compensation for the rod. However, the boss suspected that he had dismantled the rod and sold it. This deeply hurt Feng Zimo's pride.

Feng Zimo stopped digging and walked back to the rented house in a daze. He fell asleep and hoped that he had a heatstroke and was muddle-headed. He hoped that once he woke up, everything would return to normal.

When Yue Er hung on the treetop, the evening wind blew, and the cicadas on the willow branches were no longer that irritating. Feng Zimo slowly woke up and found that everything was normal. There were no signs of heatstroke. He sat in the room, not in the mood to eat. The girl's high heels also did not make him come back to his senses.

Feng Zimo sat quietly for a long time and decided to get up to take a shower first. Under the wash of the cold water, He carefully recalled what had happened during the day. That white light, that scorching heat. . . He once again returned to his mind. Feng Zimo raised his hand and carefully observed the place where the scorching heat came from. Feng Zimo found that there was a red mark that looked like an eight-petal lotus hammer under the light of the light on his right forearm. Due to his dark skin, he couldn't detect it without careful observation.

"There must not have been a birthmark before. " Feng Zimo muttered in his heart.

After cleaning, he returned to the bed and quietly looked at the newly grown birthmark. Feng Zimo used his left hand to pinch it hard, but he did not feel any pain. Gritting his teeth, he took a small knife and poked the birthmark. When the tip of the knife stabbed into the skin, a dazzling light flashed and Feng Zimo disappeared from the room.

Feng Zimo rubbed his eyes, which were in pain. He opened his eyes and found himself in a strange space. He was surrounded by endless darkness, including the soles of his feet. In front of him floated a shadow that looked like a hammer. Feng Zimo looked at the shadow vigilantly and subconsciously tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.

"Stinking brat, do you not want to live anymore? Use the knife to poke yourself?"

"Who?"

The shadow shook for a moment. It transformed into the appearance of a green-clothed old man. He was wearing ancient clothes.

"I, Lieh Tianzi. The hammer in your hand. . . "

"Hammer?"

"Cough cough. . . I've been sleeping underground for so many years, and I've been woken up by you all day long. Cough cough. . . And then I absorbed a little bit of energy from your tool, and recovered a little bit of strength. . . "

" What? You are the thief, you are the thief. . . " Feng Zimo was so angry that he clenched his fist and swung it at the old man. The resentment of being wronged by the boss suddenly spread out. However, his fist seemed to be waving in the air and easily passed through the shadow.

"Stinking brat, don't be agitated, don't be agitated. I only left a wisp of remnant spirit, sleeping for many years, plus that bit of essence I absorbed just now, I barely had this bit of power. However, your attack won't be able to touch me. "

" You ate my rod? I was suspected by the boss of stealing. What exactly are you? "

"Ahem. . . Kid, don't get too excited. Listen to me slowly. "

Feng Zimo gave up on the meaningless attack. He angrily stared at the shadow.

"My true form is the Heaven Splitting Hammer. It is the combined treasure of Dao Lord Lu Ya. When Dao Lord was trying to break through to the Tribulation realm, he was suddenly attacked by a group of strange beasts, causing his energy to become unstable. I self-detonated my true form and destroyed the group of strange beasts, helping Dao Lord break through his shackles. After that, I only left a wisp of my remnant spirit, which has been sleeping underground until now. "

"Dao Lord Lu Ya? Combining a Soul Treasure? Tribulation realm? I've never heard of it before. Can I trouble you to return my rod?"

" I. . . " It was Lieh Tianzi's turn to glare, even though he had no eyes. "Uh. . . Um, that metal lump has been absorbed by me. . . I ate it!"

"You bastard hammer, I will fight you to the death. . . " Feng Zimo once again charged towards Lieh Tianzi in vain. "Bang. . . " Feng Zimo was thrown out of the dark space and fell onto his bed.

"Calm down first. We still have a long time to spend together in the future!" The voice rang in his mind, causing Feng Zimo to look around in panic.

"I am now attached to your body. I have thought it through with your mind. There is no need to look around. "

"Get the hell out here. You stole my rod and still want to reside in my body. Get out here! " Feng Zimo shouted helplessly. His voice echoed in the rented house. Feng Zimo also tried to use his mind to think in his heart, "At most I don't want you to compensate me for the rod. Leave my body. "

"I can't do it. After absorbing that little bit of energy, Right now, I can only barely attach myself to you. Once I leave, I will slowly dissipate. . . Don't worry, I won't live for nothing. I will also give you benefits. " Lieh Tianzi had been in the Pugilistic World for a long time. How could he not know the principle of enticement and profit?

Feng Zimo sat by the bed dejectedly. What happened today was too strange and hard to accept.