C1 Possession Reborn

In the corner of a run-down stable, a teenager dressed in coarse linen unconsciously moaned!

Zhao Yiming felt his entire body filled with pain. No matter how hard he tried, he could not open his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to slowly open his eyes. What entered his eyes were piles of broken withered grass, emitting a nauseating smell of decay.

He fainted once again. After a while, he opened his eyes. This time, there was a bit of spirit in his eyes.

Zhao Yiming looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. He could not help thinking in his heart, What the hell is going on? I only watched a small movie and it became like this?"

Zhao Yiming was lost in his memories. Originally, he was just a failure on Earth. He had no money, no room, no background.

Naturally, he did not have a girlfriend. All of his needs needed to be solved by his fingers! On this day, he had played games for a long time and was planning to watch a small movie to cheer himself up.

However, he didn't expect that the stray cat in his house that he depended on would be covered in mud. Then, it jumped onto the table.

Zhao Yiming wanted to wipe the computer screen, but he didn't expect an electric current to flash. Then, he fainted. His last thought was why the screen would leak.

When Zhao Yiming woke up again, he was already here. He was quite depressed right now. It was like a goddess that he had pursued for many years had finally agreed to do intimate things with him. When everything was ready, but the goddess told him that her period was coming.

He looked at the coarse linen clothes on his body once again and felt the pain on his body! He could finally confirm that he had really transmigrated this time.

Zhao Yiming originally thought that he was already miserable enough. However, when he finished looking at the memories in his mind, he realized that the original owner of this body was even more miserable.

His current identity was the youngest son of the Zhao Family in Banyan City, Chief. However, the unfortunate thing was that his mother was just a lowly servant girl. He was the product of his father's chaotic sex after drinking.

And what was even more tragic was that he was actually a one-in-ten-thousand white Root Bone. He was simply unable to cultivate.

Divine Martial Continent was a world where martial arts were revered! The strong preyed on the weak. People could only control their own fate by relying on martial arts!

The Root Bone was the key to determine how high a person's achievements could be. In this world, the Root Bone was divided into seven levels, and he was the lowest level of the white Root Bone. It was said that in thousands of years, this kind of situation had only appeared twice. In other words, he was a standard piece of trash.

He had no status. To him, it was a miracle that he could live so long.

Speaking of which, his father, Zhao Hu, still had a conscience. Therefore, he and his mother could still barely live, even though their lives were not very good.

However, this situation had changed drastically a month ago. His mother, due to accumulated work and illness, had unfortunately resigned from the world. She only left a lonely child behind, and he had become a target for everyone in the family to practice martial arts.

Yesterday, he was kicked away by Zhao Xingyu before he could make way for Zhao Xingyu in time. After that, he was thrown into the stable.

In the end, Zhao Yiming still couldn't escape this disaster. He looked at the wounds all over his body, and a bitter smile hung on his face.

As a poor otaku in the new era, Zhao Yiming had fantasized more than once that he would transmigrate! Perhaps he would be born in a rich family again and become a carefree playboy. But he never would have thought that after transmigrating, he would be so miserable!

Just as he was sighing in his heart, he heard a series of staggering footsteps. An old man in ragged clothes walked in with his waist bent.

Information about this old man quickly appeared in Zhao Yiming's mind. The old man's name was Tang Yanjun, and he was a gardener. He was also one of the few people in this family who treated him and his mother well.

When Tang Yanjun saw that Zhao Yiming wasn't dead, his eyes couldn't help but be filled with tears. He kept muttering, "This is really thanks to the heavens. This poor child has finally survived."

Zhao Yiming struggled to move his body. He felt a burning pain all over his body. Every time he moved, the wounds on his body felt like they were being cut by a knife.

Tang Yanjun hurriedly said, "Child, quickly lie down and don't move. You haven't eaten for a day and night, so you should be hungry. I still have a steamed bun here. Quickly eat it! "

Zhao Yiming struggled to reach out his hand to take the steamed bun. He had just taken a bite when he felt nauseous. This bun was rotten. He could not eat it at all.

However, when he thought of his current situation, he still endured the disgust. Gritting his teeth, he ate the bun. Finally, he felt a little strength in his body.

At this time, another wave of footsteps sounded. A few people barged in. The one in the lead was a fierce-looking fellow. This fellow shouted as he walked, "Let's see if that trash is dead or not. If he is dead... Drag him to the back of the mountain to feed the dogs! "

This guy was the butler of the Zhao Family, Wu Zhengbo. He was relying on his brother, Wu Zhengxiong, who was the leader of the Zhao Family's guards. He had been acting tyrannically in the Zhao Family, and everyone called him Stupid Bo in private.

"Eh? You're still alive!" Stupid Bo was obviously shocked, but he immediately kicked Tang Yanjun, causing him to tumble to the ground. He scolded, "I knew it was you who did it. Why aren't you going to the back to fix the flowers?"

Tang Yanjun didn't dare to reply. He trembled and got up from the ground. Then, he lowered his head and ran away, leaving Zhao Yiming gasping for air.

The servant beside him asked carefully, "Then what should we do now? Steward Wu!"

Stupid Bo snorted from his nose and kicked Zhao Yiming. He cursed, "You're not dead yet. Get up. Hurry up and get out to work!"

Zhao Yiming was already covered in wounds. This kick could be said to have injured him even more. The pain caused him to shiver all over, but he didn't dare to resist. He was just a cripple, but Stupid Bo had the cultivation of a Double Stage Body forging.

Zhao Yiming trembled as he stood up. He had just struggled to take two steps forward when Stupid Bo kicked him again, causing him to tumble to the ground.