One Hundred Ways to Kill Slag Gong [Quick Transmigration]

The tip of his nose smelled of disinfectant, and the sound of the system sounded in his head.

[The end of the doomsday world, the host has returned to the modern main world. 】

He had a severe headache, Zhang Rong held his forehead with one hand, and the tentacles were gauze. The things in this world were a hundred years away from his memory, so they were a little blurry for a while.The man lying on the bedside fell asleep has already woken up, "Xiao Rong, you are awake, how are you doing now? You won't be fooled, right?"

"Boss?" When Zhang Rong saw the boss's face, modern memories suddenly became clear.

The boss stood up and poured Zhang Rong a glass of water, and handed it to Zhang Rong, "You are not stupid if you can know people. I am really afraid that this wine bottle will make you stupid. You said that if you wake up, you can say nothing." Forget, this is bloody..."

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhang Rong interrupted the boss.

The boss glanced at his watch, "You can really sleep for about ten hours, how are you doing? I'll ask the doctor to come over and have a look." After speaking, he left.

Zhang Rong took advantage of this time to smooth out the chaotic memories, so as not to immerse himself in the kingdom of corpses.The eldest is his roommate in the university dormitory. He is the oldest, and he is the third. The most annoying thing is that people call him Xiaosan. After the violent suppression, he will be called by his name.I was about to graduate, and at the time I admired a brother who was an old professor at the same school, and fought hard to get a recommendation spot. When I was happy, I went to the bar to play, but I didn’t expect to be jealous before I finished a glass of wine. Boy, by mistake, Tongji opened his head.

Then came the end of the world.

Soon there were footsteps outside the door, and the boss led the doctor over.After a checkup, everything was fine, and the wound was sewed with three stitches. After the anesthesia passes, it will be painful.

The boss went to go through the discharge procedures, and stayed for two days according to his plan. Anyway, the medical expenses were paid by the injured person. Zhang Rong didn't want to stay in the hospital for too long. He went to run errands quickly, thinking to himself, Xiao San's eyes are sharp after sleeping for a long time.

dong dong.

The door was pushed open, and a man with meticulously combed hair came in, wearing rimless glasses. He was gentle and gentle, and he was the first to introduce, "Mr. Zhang Rong, I am Mr. Qi's secretary. I am really sorry for hurting you by Mr. , you don’t have to hurry to get out of the hospital—”

"Is something wrong? Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Rong interrupted impatiently.He hated hearing these circling words the most. He had been in the doomsday position for a long time, and he didn't know.

The secretary often cleans up the mess for Mr. Xiao Qi. According to him, this time is considered light. The other party is a college student who has just graduated from college. The other party is so straightforward.

"These are the damage expenses for Mr. Zhang, please excuse me." The secretary's tone was a little colder than before, and he put the money on the bedside, and put a business card on the check, "This is my business card, Mr. Zhang can find me if you need anything."

Zhang Rong was the only one left in the room, and his business card was thrown into the trash can without even looking at it. If he really felt sorry, he would not have sent a secretary here to act as a boss, and the shelf was taller than him.But the price is fine for minor injuries, and Zhang Rong doesn't bother to deal with them.

On the same day he was discharged from the hospital, he went to the bank to withdraw the money for the check, and the quota for his recommendation had already been released.Their school is also considered a small prestigious school. The new campus is very big and remote. It’s in the suburbs, and it’s all undergraduates, while the postgraduate yard is in the old campus, which is in the city. The yard is old, and the accommodation conditions are relatively poor. Separate bathroom sink.

Zhang Rong heard from the system that he may wear it at any time, and it is indeed inconvenient to live in a dormitory. He originally saved a small amount of money, but now that he has added this compensation, his money is easier.I found an intermediary company that day and just waited for news.

After two days, I found the house, one bedroom and one living room, an apartment in a community near the school, 10 minutes walk to the school.During the graduation season, the guys in our dormitory should also go their separate ways. After eating a breakup meal and drinking a lot of wine, Zhang Rong drank the most.

[Host, there is hangover pill, I can credit you for one, fifty points. 】What if the stupid host is so stupid sitting on the side of the road and being sold? !Worry him to death.

"What do you know! I just want to get drunk, get drunk!" Zhang Rong yelled on the street, "I haven't seen Da Zhuang for three days, and I don't know if he's okay..."

Baji, fell unconscious on the side of the road.

The system received the mission instruction, [The latest mission has been received, the host is about to arrive in another world, please prepare the host, ten, nine, eight, seven, forget it, sleep you to death, one! 】

Ancient martial arts world.The Qin family.

"Master, Master Zhang Rong is still alive—"

Sarcasm flashed in the man's eyes, "What kind of young master is he? Didn't he just say he was out of breath?"

"I'm out of breath, but I don't know why I'm alive again..." the butler murmured, looking at the unconscious man on the ground with sympathy in his eyes, but he didn't dare to let the man see it, Master Zhang Rong is also a poor man People, blame him for who he looks like, he has to...

The man was impatient and interrupted the butler with a wave of his hand, "The bastard is really dead. If that's the case, throw him outside the city. I want to see if he's still alive!"

"But young master, Zhang's side—" the butler's pleading words were swallowed by the man's cold and vicious eyes.

The man glanced at the butler coldly, and said mockingly: "If the Zhang family really cared about this 'Master Zhang Rong', they would not have taken the initiative to send it to my bed. That's fine, just throw it outside the city."

The butler didn't dare to intercede any more, and sighed secretly, but nodded as instructed, waved the robot forward, and arranged for a car to take the person out of the city himself.

Zhang Rong, who was a corpse on the ground, was actually in a daze of thought. After listening for a while, there were all kinds of memories of the original owner with the same name and surname. Totally fainted.

The steward drove the car to the outside of the city, without the protection of a protective cover, the wind and sand rolled up, and the sun was so strong that it could sting the skin.The housekeeper couldn't bear to look at the person in the back chair. He was two years younger than his son. He had suffered these tortures at such a young age, and his death was not safe.The car was parked under a yellow-green thorny plant. Although the housekeeper sympathized with Zhang Rong, he did not dare to disobey the young master's order. He directly dragged him down, chose a slightly shady place, and put the first aid kit beside Zhang Rong. .

"...It's up to God..." The housekeeper whispered.Just a few minutes after getting out of the car, his skin was stinging like a pinprick. Looking at Zhang Rong, half of his body was exposed to the scorching sun, the butler had pity in his eyes, and finally got into the car with a sigh, leaving a black shadow in the air.

Zhang Rong was woken up by the pain, different from the head exploding pain just now, this time it was the pain of the skin burning, and the throat seemed to be smoking. I can't say a word, which shows what the drought has become.

The sand under his body was like a red-hot iron pan, and Zhang Rong felt that he was almost turning into a pancake. The memory just now was stuffed into his head, and after the explosion-like pain, his mind is now clear, including the initial confusion. Matching the conversations I heard with my memory, I knew that if I didn't get up now, nine out of ten my life would be here.

Death is not terrible, anyway, if you can return to your own world, but if you die without fulfilling the original owner's wish, then you will be punished by the scum system - ten thousand arrows piercing the chrysanthemum.

[Good system, can you give me a bottle of water on credit?And can you let me know before you wear it next time? 】

[I am a system with integrity, and I have already announced the countdown, but you didn't hear it when you were drunk. 】The system thinks his host is too stupid,【The points in the last world are reset to zero, you are now moderately burned, drinking water is useless, there is a first aid kit on your left hand, there is something in it, hurry up, you are so stupid! 】

Zhang Rong was roasted so confused, otherwise he would have rolled up his sleeves and fought with the system right now.It takes about ten seconds to complain about the system in my heart.Zhang Rong didn't dare to let himself think about it anymore, for fear that his head would be too active and his body would be roasted. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he smelled a kind of burnt flesh...

Turning over slowly, getting up, and leaning against the root of a plant called long thorn, Zhang Rong took a lot of time for this series of actions.The bag on the left is the first aid kit left by the butler before he left.The skin on the elbow has been tanned, the skin is black and yellow, and the skin is cracked—no wonder it smells like meat.After struggling to pull the bag, it is good to receive the memory of the original owner, knowing how to use this thing.

Opening the bag and glancing at the contents, Zhang Rong couldn't help being extremely grateful to the housekeeper, first stuffed a first aid solution into his mouth, then bit off the plug roughly, the cold liquid flowed down the mouth and throat to the lungs.This liquid is only for emergency, Zhang Rong regained his energy and dared not be careless.All you can see for a hundred miles is the yellow desert, with a few sporadic thorns one or two meters high, which are enlarged versions of cacti.

[Basic task: Survive outside the city and be rescued safely. 】