Global Game, Start By Becoming A Necromancer

Wang Fujun, who had just turned eighteen years old, accidentally pushed a woman against the door frame when he had a dispute with his neighbor.

The blood slowly flowed out, allowing Wang Fujun to quickly wake up from his rage.

When he realized that he had gotten into trouble, the first thing he did not call for help was to run home and hide.

It wasn't until his elder brother, who was an official, came back from get off work and found the woman at the door dead that he asked what had happened.

However, in order to avoid legal sanctions, Wang Fujun's eldest brother used his connections.

Under the instruction of Wang's parents, they asked Wang Zhengjun, the third child who was underage, to take the blame for Wang Fujun.

The law has always been lenient towards minors, and this incident was classified as manslaughter.

Moreover, at the urging of the Wang family boss, the verdict was only seven years in prison and a modest fine.

According to forensic analysis afterwards, the woman died of excessive blood loss, and she could have been easily rescued if she sought medical treatment in time.

But at that time, the deceased's 13-year-old son was lying on the sofa and witnessed the whole process.

He was suffering from a high fever and was so paralyzed that he could not even speak, but he watched his mother gradually lose her vitality.

Afterwards, he provided evidence, but was forcibly held down by the Wang family on the grounds that he had a fever and was talking nonsense.

At that time, there was a new investigator who tried to defend the child, but he was also lost in the Wang family boss's network.

"well……"

Suddenly, Wang Fujun's old father sighed, seeming a little melancholy and lonely.

"Dad, don't sigh, what happened back then is in the past."

Wang Zhengjun lit a cigarette and heard his old father say:

"No, I was thinking, if your eldest brother is still alive now, it would be great for our family to be reunited."

Wang Junjie glanced at his grandfather and comforted:

"Maybe uncle is just hiding somewhere and hasn't been found yet. Grandpa, don't worry."

However, they all understood that the town was so big and if they couldn't find it after searching for so long, the boss of the Wang family must be dead.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside, and then someone rushed in and shouted:

"The guy with the skeleton is coming again, come out and fight!"

He ran to the Wang family again and said breathlessly:

"Brother Wang said, just wait here and don't go out. They can solve it."

All the professionals in the room immediately rushed out, leaving only the Wang family table.

There was also a bandaged man not far from them.

Feng Yan quickly noticed this person and asked with some dissatisfaction:

"Who is this? Why doesn't he go out?"

Wang Junjie glanced at the man and introduced him nonchalantly:

"Ah, this is Brother Zhang Lu. He was seriously injured because of helping Master Ding, and he has not fully recovered yet."

Feng Yan nodded and was about to take a sip of hot water when his expression suddenly changed.

He glanced at the figure who never looked back, with a look of horror in his eyes:

"His surname is Zhang? What is his name?"

"Zhang Lu, the one with the upper and lower mouths is Lu."

Wang Junjie looked at his grandma with some confusion, wondering why she had such a big reaction.

However, Feng Yan stood up suddenly, looked at the man's back and shouted:

"Open your mouth! Is it you! I know you changed your name!"

The son of the woman who was killed by Wang Fujun was named Zhangkou Kou.

After the accident in their family, they moved quickly due to various factors.

However, Feng Yan accidentally learned that the boy seemed to have changed his name from Zhang Kou Kou to Zhang Lu.

She didn't take this matter to heart at all at the time, and she never mentioned it to anyone.

However, just now, all her memories came flooding back to her.

"Aunt Feng still remembers me. It seems I don't need to introduce myself."

The bandaged man slowly stood up and looked back at these people with a smile.

Zhang Lu still had some bruises on his body. At that time, he asked Chen Jianguo to just breathe, so the injury has not fully recovered yet.

It is precisely in this way that he can gain Ding Yuxuan's complete trust.

A holy light slowly emerged on Zhang Lu's body, and then his bruises disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a second or two, his injuries almost completely recovered.

He took off the bandages on his body, then smiled and said to the people who wanted to escape:

"Don't move. Wang Junjie should know my strength. All of you combined are no match for me."

Several members of the Wang family suddenly stopped on the spot. Feng Yan knelt on the ground with a plop, begging for mercy:

"Open your mouth, no, Zhang Lu, what happened back then was all our fault.

But more than twenty years have passed, haven’t you given up yet? "

Zhang Lu slowly walked up to them, and the holy light in his hand once again condensed into the shape of a short staff, and he tapped it gently on the table.

The clicking sound is like a life-threatening drumbeat, making people's hearts beat faster.

He glanced at the people who had very frightened expressions and suddenly laughed:

"Then if I tell you that the boss of your family has been killed by me, can you let it go?"

As soon as his words came out, Wang Fujun's father's breathing suddenly became rapid, and within a few seconds he fell to the ground clutching his chest.

"Your dad has a heart attack! Quick! Give him medicine!"

Just as Wang Zhengjun was about to dig into his pocket, Zhang Lu knocked him to the ground and kicked the medicine bottle away.

Wang Zhengjun wanted to resist, but was easily subdued because of the huge difference in strength.

Zhang Lu was still smiling. He looked at the old man with a painful expression and chuckled softly:

"At that time, I just watched my mother stop struggling little by little.

Do you know that she was not dead at that time? Even if Wang Fujun could call someone, she might not die. "

Zhang Lu did not yell angrily, but just like a bystander recounted the scenes that had tortured him for twenty-two years.

It's not that he doesn't hate it, but this hatred has been deeply rooted in his heart and slowly grown over time.

Today, twenty-two years later, this hatred has grown into a towering tree that cannot be pulled out!

Hatred has soaked into his marrow, hidden in every drop of his blood, and has lived with him for twenty-two years.

Feng Yan rushed forward, trying to pick up the medicine bottle.

Zhang Lu didn't say anything, broke her limbs, and threw her back.

Screams continued to sound, but there was no one around. They could only beg for mercy in front of Zhang Lu, but received no response.

"It's sad, right? I felt the same way when I was thirteen."

Zhang Lu broke all the limbs of these people, and then slashed their wrists.

He lit a cigarette and sat at the table, seemingly chatting with an old friend:

"What does it feel like to wait for death? Is it hopeless?

For twenty-two years, I have always imagined how to send your family away together, but there is no chance.

Finally, let me wait. "

Several members of the Wang family were completely panicked. They couldn't even cover their wounds.

Wang Fujun's father had stopped moving, but the blood that flowed out was mixed with that of several other people, and gradually spread on the ground.

The bright red piece is like a carpet and a confession, telling the sins committed by this family.

"Brother Zhang, I am innocent! I have never offended you!"

Wang Junjie cried so hard that his voice became hoarse, and he kept begging for mercy.

Zhang Lu tilted his head and glanced at him, squinted his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and said slowly:

"It's better to send you away together, otherwise you will be worse than dead in the future.

Don't worry, Wang Fujun will go down to accompany you after I see you off. "

He slowly closed his eyes, smiled and threw away the remaining half of the cigarette.

"This smoke is too choking..."

Zhang Lu murmured to himself, but two lines of turbid tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

But, after smoking for more than ten years, how could I choke on half a cigarette and burst into tears?

Several people on the ground kept wailing, but their lives were slowly passing by with time.

Zhang Lu was waiting, waiting for Wang Fujun outside to hear the family's screams and come in to witness the scene.