After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Contrary to what most people think, Lin Mao never felt that his life was easy.

He was brought into Wangyou Valley by his master when he was very young, so he has very little relationship with his biological parents.Fortunately, the owner of the valley treated him very well later on—but it didn't last for several years.

Although the old valley owner treats Lin Mao like his own son, Lin Mao can't feel his conscience and say that the old valley owner is a good person.To be correct, the old Guzhu can be said to be a villain, and he is extremely cruel and perverse, and the old Guzhu's proud disciple, brother Chang, is naturally the same as the old Guzhu—even worse than the old Guzhu. To be more cruel, more terrible.

Lin Mao never dared to think about how the batches of people who came to Wangyou Valley disappeared, nor did he dare to explore the bloody smell in the air, who left behind the endless screams in the back mountain .He just thinks that he is still the ignorant child who doesn't know anything, rolling around in the arms of the old valley owner and senior brother every day... like a pet with no sense.

It’s just that he was afraid that his master and senior brothers would suffer retribution for what they did, so he secretly invited a Bodhisattva at the foot of his bed, and every day before going to bed, he would burn incense in front of the Bodhisattva, begging the Bodhisattva to resolve some of the problems of his master and senior brothers. sins.

But sometimes when I think about it, a stick of incense is not enough after all, whether it is the old Guzhu or senior brother Chang, the final fate is still so bleak and terrible, which makes Lin Mao sad and feels that it is inevitable.The law of nature recurs, and retribution is not good. Even Lin Mao himself knows that he will suffer retribution sooner or later-he conceals his ears and steals the bells and ignores the mistakes made by his brothers and masters back then, but he still can't lie to himself.

He was stepping on the blood and flesh of so many people to live such a comfortable life in the hellish Wangyou Valley—he knew it in his heart.

So the old Guzhu died, and Senior Brother Chang also died. Lin Mao neither hated nor complained, but just felt sad.However, he couldn't leave in an unrestrained way. He possessed Wangyougu's last martial arts, and he had three children by his side—one of them was the posthumous son of Senior Brother Chang.Lin Mao didn't think there was anything good about the previous Wangyou Valley, but his brother asked him to hold on to it, so he tried his best to do so.

But, I'm so tired...

Lin Mao couldn't help but think.

His body is inherently different from that of ordinary people. In fact, he could not bear the skill produced by Can't Forget You Gu's hundreds of years of poison soaked in human blood. In the last few years, the filth and poison in those skills were growing in his blood veins little by little. until his internal organs were poisoned to a pulp.

Lin Mao really couldn't stand this, he really wanted to die, and he couldn't let go of the child he raised.

Especially Chang Xiaoqing...

His Xiaoqing.

Looking at Chang Xiaoqing, Lin Mao seemed to see Senior Brother Chang's face in a daze.What did you think when you first knew the existence of this child?complain?hate it?He clearly agreed to be with him, but in the end he had a child with another woman—if Senior Brother Chang was still alive, Lin Mao might really resent and hate him.However, the fact is that Senior Brother Chang had already died in his arms. Before he died, tears flowed from his eyes, and the last words were still in his ears.

"Cat... I'm going to die, I just want to take you with me, but I don't want you to die... Forget it, forget it, you're still alive, Mao'er, who told me to like you."

Yes, who told me to like you.

Lin Mao just thought about his senior brother Chang like this, and endured and endured until all three children became talents-he himself was able to breathe a sigh of relief.He couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, he was terminally ill and could not be saved.

But what about Xiaoqing?Although Chang Xiaoqing looks like Senior Brother Chang, his temper is just like Lin Mao himself.

He was the one who was sorry for Senior Brother Chang, he had misled Xiaoqing—even though Xiaoqing always had a straight face and had the title of No. [-] in the world, he was just like Lin Mao in his bones, timid, shy, shy, and heartless. Some are too soft.

Lin Mao was terribly worried, and finally swallowed his last breath in this sorrow.

He only felt that the surroundings had darkened, and the ailments that had plagued him for many years fell down—his body became lighter and warmer because of this, and he was about to disperse into the void.

However, Lin Mao could still hear Chang Xiaoqing's voice in a trance.

"Master" "Master"...

Those calls one after another were like a cuckoo weeping blood, filled with extreme grief...it made Lin Mao feel uneasy even if he died.

But Xiaoqing was still calling for Master, which made people feel flustered.

Xiaoqing, don't be afraid...

This sentence rolled back and forth on the tip of Lin Mao's tongue, but he still couldn't say it.

Lin Mao heard Xiaoqing's voice gradually becoming shrill, and became anxious, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his throat.

"puff--"

The warm liquid splashed on Lin Mao's face with a strong rusty smell.

He made a smart move and suddenly opened his eyes.

then……

Then he found out that he died and came back to life.

Not only did he come back to life, but he also found that when he came back to life, he was in a coffin.

……

……

……

Otherwise, how could Lin Mao's fate be bad?

He managed to escape from death with great difficulty. After two hours of contemplation in the dark coffin, he found that the coffin he stayed in had already been buried.

After discovering this, Lin Mao became more and more distressed.The air in the coffin was getting thinner. Lin Mao knocked on the coffin board to try to call for help, but his throat was burning with pain, and he couldn't utter a word except for a few "hissing" sounds.Lin Mao had no choice but to try to break the coffin by luck, but after a cycle of rotation, he found that the sea of ​​energy was empty, and a little internal energy became very weak at some point, not even as good as when he was lazy and playful at the age of fifteen or sixteen. skill.

Fortunately, Lin Mao felt in his heart that he had already died once. Others might panic when they encountered such a situation, but he was calm. He only said that if the coffin cannot be broken, it is not a big deal to die here underground. ——I'm afraid it can save the three apprentices some more trouble.Then Lin Mao gathered the internal force that was as thin as a silk thread in his body and slowly pried a hole in the coffin, finally allowing Lin Mao to struggle out a passage from the bottom of the soil.

But after finally crawling out of the soil, Lin Mao's life that he dragged back from Lord Yan's hand has already lost nine points.He lay down on the ground and rested for a long time, then shivering and forced himself up to look around.

He spent an indeterminate amount of time underground, but it was already very late at night when he finally saw the light of day.A pale moon hangs in the sky, and a bright silver light falls down, which illuminates the small cemetery very clearly.Lin Mao looked to his left, and what he saw was the tombstone of the old valley owner, and a little further to the side was Chang Qing's grave.This is the land Lin Mao chose for himself before he was alive. He always felt that after death, he would feel at ease next to his senior brother and master, but he didn't expect that he would not die in the end, but instead made the cemetery of his senior brother and master a bit messy.

Lin Mao turned around and saw his own tombstone, with the words "Men Lin Mao" written on it. From the handwriting, it looked like the words mentioned by Ji Wuming, but the fingering that penetrated into the bluestone was Chang Xiaoqing's.In front of the tombstone is a mountain of offerings, and the incense candles in the jade incense burner are already a handful of soot.

Lin Mao looked at all this, the more he looked at it, the more lost he felt.

He knew that he was dead before, and that body could no longer support him—but why is he alive again now?

Lin Mao wanted to take his own pulse, but he lowered his hand before raising it.

His body seems to be a little bit out of place when he comes back to life, he always feels a little exhausted, his inner breath is extremely soft, the sea of ​​qi is empty, and his inner strength... Sigh, the inner strength in his body is probably that of a ten-year-old martial artist. Children are worse.

The throat is still not good, and it is extremely painful, as if swallowing a mouthful of red-hot coals.

Lin Mao rested for a long time before he could barely stand up against his own tombstone.

All the owners of Wangyou Valley were buried in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain of Wangyou Valley, tens of miles away from Zhuangzi where the people living in the valley lived.If Lin Mao's martial arts were still there, it would only take half an hour, but now he just feels dizzy when he gets up, but the distance is too far for him to bear, let alone surrounding the forbidden area. The circle of dangerous organs around.Lin Mao glanced at the distance again, and all he could see was still the silent undulating black shadows of the mountains, and white gauze-like night clouds hung beside the moon, but there were not many stars to be seen.

It was very cold. It might have snowed before, but the snow fell on the ground and melted, turning into wet vapor and running up Lin Mao's legs with the chill. He shivered and hugged his body His clothes—the clothes were also covered with mud and snow, giving off a weird earthy smell.

"Oh...that's all..."

Lin Mao frowned and sighed.

It is impossible for him to go home by himself for the time being, and he only hopes to take him back when a few apprentices come to worship during the day.But looking at the current situation, it is impossible for him to just sit in his coffin and guard the tombstone until dawn.Fortunately, it didn't take long for Lin Mao to remember that there was a hot spring in the hidden place of the back mountain - it was said to be a hot spring, but in fact it could only be said to be a stream of water gushing out of the rough rocks, accumulating between the rocks. In the next shallow pit, which was not as big as a bathtub, and then submerged in the surrounding grass and rocks.Because the hot spring is really too small, and the surrounding scenery is really ordinary, even though Lin Mao knew that there was such a spring, he rarely wandered around there.But now this hot spring is a great gift to him.Being next to the spring water can not only wash away the dirt, but also warm up his body with the heat of the hot spring, so that he can support his weak body until dawn.

So Lin Mao spent a lot of effort, dragging his weak body to forcefully move to the side of Complete in memory.

The hot spring was not as comfortable as he thought, the side of the spring was hot and humid, because of the cold weather, the entire spring was filled with milky white water vapor with sulfur gas, which only made Lin Mao dizzy and dizzy.

Originally, he just wanted to bend down and splash some water to wash off the coffin mud on his body, but his legs gave way and he fell directly into the spring water, soaking all the clothes all over his body.

"Really..."

Lin Mao frowned, dizzy and upset, and cursed in a low voice.

The gurgling water gradually washed away the mud on his hands. At this moment, the bright moon showed half of his face from a cloud, and sprinkled silver light on the hot spring.Lin Mao glanced at his hand hastily, and suddenly stopped.

"This is……"

He raised his hand in amazement and put it in front of his eyes to examine it, his heart beating faster.Lin Mao was already quite old before his death. In addition, he had been bedridden with illness for many years, and his blood and flesh had been exhausted. When he stretched out his hand, he could only see his own hard skeleton and shriveled and dry human skin, which was full of poison. Dark spots left by sores.

But now the hand in front of him could not have been more well-grown, with well-proportioned bones and long fingers. Under the moonlight, the white skin was like a piece of fine suet white jade, and it felt even richer and smoother to the touch.

At this time, Lin Mao felt that something was wrong.

He tremblingly touched his face, but he did not touch the uneven scars in his memory, his cheeks were slightly hot, and the skin touched by his fingertips was extremely smooth and delicate like a girl's.

Lin Mao was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Regardless of the shame, he hastily tore off his obscene pants, and looked at the base of his thighs in an insulting posture.

I saw a red mole imprinted on the inside of Lin Mao's snow-white leg like pigeon blood.Seeing this birthmark, Lin Maocai let go of half of his mind in surprise - the body he is using now is really his original body.

But why...why did he become like this now?It was as if his body had returned to his fifteen or sixteen-year-old appearance——

and many more!

Lin Mao just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought of this, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

Fifteen or sixteen years old? !