The space storm suddenly came from all directions, and a sense of powerlessness filled his heart. It seemed that it was impossible for him to live this time. Although he was unwilling to give up, he could only leave with hatred in the end.

At this moment, the only thing that he couldn't let go of was the obsession in his heart. The killing power around him was getting more and more violent. In the end, Heaven, who held the obsession, finally lost consciousness. He couldn't feel what would happen after that.

Although the deception of the Cultivation World was a little speechless, no one wanted to let go of their hands like this. Being alive was the most basic hope...

He didn't know how much time had passed.

When Wen Tian opened his eyes again, everything in front of him changed. Where was this place?

The tall and short buildings were so weird, and there were harsh sounds in their ears.

"The key is that I'm still alive. Is this a dream?"

Peng!

Ouch!

As soon as he wanted to confirm that he was really alive, he felt that his thigh had been kicked hard. At that time, not only was he not angry, but he was very happy. At least, he had confirmed that he was still alive. This was the greatest joy.

"I want food! Get out of my way!"

A man in his thirties next to him kicked him and left with his hands covering his nose. Obviously, it was because the smell was too strong.

Han Tian didn't understand what it meant to ask for a meal. He flew up and wanted to stand up. After all, it wasn't a good posture for him to always look up to the sky.

Huh?

"It's over."

When Wen Tian wanted to get up, he suddenly felt a little dumbfounded. He found that his hands and feet could not move, and all his magic power disappeared. His Dantian was empty, and the tendons of his hands and feet were broken. Moreover, the ragged clothes on his body were not his. He turned his head and found that the ragged clothes on his shoulders were covered with a layer of sour vomiting.

"Oh, oh..."

Immediately, the five viscera and six bowels began to surge, and he couldn't help spitting out a pile of things. This time, his neck was injured, and he had no strength to spit anything. Now his face was full of such sour things, and there was a faint smell of stinky wine.

Wen Tian's eyes darkened. He really didn't know what exactly had happened. Regardless of whether it was disgusting or not, he hurriedly searched for memories.

On that day, he was chased by someone and couldn't extricate himself from the space storm. In the end, he fainted and only felt that his soul had left his body...

Han Tian shuddered. Maybe he had really been reborn, but where was this place?

Memories!

He knew that he had to adapt to the environment if he wanted to continue to live. Who was the owner of this body? He quickly calmed down and began to search for the memory of this "self".

This man was also called Haotian. He was 21 years old and was the second son of the Han family. He was good at eating, drinking, drinking, gambling, gambling, and smoking. He was abandoned by his family. He graduated from college for half a year and spent all his money on drinking. In the end... his tendons were removed last night.

After searching these intermittent memories, Han Tian felt like weeping but had no tears. He sighed that his tribulation was not over now, but just beginning! If he wanted to live, he had to rely on himself.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!"

"You're asking for food. Are you still angry? If you're angry, get out of here. You're so unlucky. You met something half dead in the morning."

A black car stopped nearby, and a round head poked out and shouted at Li Li.

"Wentian knows that I'm in the way. The horn is called a car. If I don't make way, my life will be in danger. Although I'm half-dead now, it's better than death!"

Although there was a pile of resentment in his heart, he still managed to drag his dispirited body to the side, leaving a long blood stain wherever his body passed.

When the driver saw these bloodstains, he was also stunned. He quickly drove the car past. No one wanted to touch this kind of thing. Other pedestrians were also thinking about it. They took a look at it from a distance and quickly left.

Looking at the disdainful eyes of the people around him and the way they retreated, Wen Tian was speechless. After all, he was a mighty figure in the Gold Core Realm. Now, people who didn't even have these Spiritual Roots despised him, and they looked down on him. It was really heartbreaking. This "Wentian" was really "dead".

Fortunately, he had merged with this body. Otherwise, it would be meaningless for him to live.

At this moment, the only thing he could do was to slowly recover. He had to hurry up and cultivate! Otherwise, he would die miserably.

The qi in the dantian quickly moved, and the cultivating method began to subconsciously mobilize the meridians. When Wen Tian began to absorb the surrounding Spiritual Qi, he sighed again in his heart!

How could the Spiritual Qi here be so thin? It was estimated that the disease could not be cured in a short period of time.

At this moment, the heart-wrenching pain once again spread throughout his whole body. When he saw that his limbs were still bleeding, he quickly ran his meridians and used his only strength to temporarily seal the blood vessels. If he bled again, he would die.

He held his breath and finished this extremely simple thing. In the end, he was exhausted and fainted.

During the period when Wen Tian was in a coma, the local authorities found him and quickly sent him to the nearby second hospital in the city. Later, they found a mobile phone in his clothes and began to contact his family.

There was no other person's cell phone number in Wen Tian's mobile phone, because there was a rule in the family that he was not allowed to step into the family again. Unless he played a game to prove his value, it had nothing to do with the Han family.

Fortunately, Wen Tian had a biological older sister, Wen Xia, who had the same father and mother. Only this older sister felt sorry for Wen Tian when her parents died young. However, her older sister had just graduated and her status in the family was too low to take care of this black sheep's younger brother. Thus, Wen Tian's recent situation was not clear.

After receiving the call from the hospital, Wenxia rushed over without stopping. Although he was not a good-for-nothing, he was his younger brother after all. This could not be changed.

"Doctor, I am Wen Tian's older sister. How is my younger brother?" Wen Xia looked at the unconscious Wen Tian and was extremely anxious.

"Give him a deposit of 200,000 yuan first. He is not in danger for the time being, but the tendons of his hands and feet are broken. He needs to take time to operate on him."

Wen Xia was stunned. She had just graduated for more than a year and only had 5,000 yuan a month. She only had 20,000 yuan in total. Although there was a lot of money in the family, her sister and brother were a branch of the family. No one took it seriously. If it was her brother who paid the deposit in the hospital, the family would definitely not pay the money.

"What's wrong? No?" The doctor was stunned.

"Yes, yes! You guys start the surgery first. I'll go and get the money right away." Wen Xia turned around and left.

"Doctor, this is 20,000 yuan. You guys use it first. I'll send the rest soon." Afraid that the doctor here would delay her brother's surgery, Wen Xia quickly took out the remaining 20,000 yuan and ran out of the hospital.