Although Jia Huan's superpower is called "Immortality", it does not mean that he can live forever, but his vitality is stronger than others. However, this strength requires a price that ordinary people can unimaginable, which is to destroy his body as much as possible, making it become more and more tenacious through repeated destruction and reconstruction, until it is indestructible.

This is somewhat similar to the "body refining" in cultivation. Therefore, although there is no zombie crystal core for him to upgrade, Jia Huan is not worried. He just tried his best to train, his strength was exhausted, his skin was broken, and his bones were broken... He had a good meal and good sleep for two or three days, and he had a brand new body. As the training intensity increased, the energy recovery speed was also getting faster.

He knew that these strange things might cause a lot of trouble, but he was more afraid of losing the ability to protect himself. Only when he felt the powerful force flowing around in his meridians could he believe that he would live again, and he would live better and more freely than in his previous life.

Before we knew it, two months passed, autumn leaves fell, and winter came.

On this day, Jia Huan finished a hundred push-ups and wore a gray dress to fetch water by the well. He was a little man, struggling with the wheels, then carried the heavy bucket and moved back to the yard step by step, and tiptoed to fill the large water tank half a person tall.

"Master Huan San, let me help you?" The new servant Duoxi followed him, feeling so uncomfortable. These jobs were done by slap workers, so how could he have to worry about his master? Moreover, the master is only seven years old now and is not as tall as a water tank. If something happens to him, wouldn't he have to follow Duofu's footsteps?

"Go aside, don't get in the way!" Jia Huan waved impatiently.

The sun was in full bloom in the sky, and the sun shining like gold was shining warm all over. A few girls prepared some melon seeds and fruits and ran to the side courtyard where people were rarely visited to avoid laziness. When they met Jia Huan, the master and servant, who were slightly slight, did not avoid it. They placed the things on the stone table, and talked loudly while eating and drinking.

"Look, I was making a master's note a while ago, and almost beat a servant to death. Today I started to help the servant work!" A little girl smiled and said to the master and servant.

"I'm broken and can't stand it anymore." An old woman spit out the melon seed shell from her mouth and gestured to her temples. Her expression was very gloating. "Although she was crazy, she had the strength to do that, so she would not have to worry about having no food in the future."

Everyone laughed, and one of them clapped his hands and said, "That's right! If you can't get a juren in the exam, you can help the Jia family pick up water and suck up the feces. The sluts born by the slaves should be in charge of these low-key karma, how can you compare with the second master of Bao, who is Long Zhang and Fengzi? At first, Aunt Zhao was so arrogant when she was pregnant. She either wanted this or thought about that all day long. She turned our slutty all over the world. She really thought how precious my belly was! I bastard! That little pussy, I can't give birth to anything good!" A mouthful of thick phlegm spit on the ground.

Everyone laughed even more happily.

He said, can you not make a desperate sound so loud? Queer, who was found with Aunt Zhao, was silent for the group of servants in his heart. Look, Master Huan San’s eyes were already red, and he should go crazy next!

Aunt Zhao gritted her teeth in hatred. She was about to rush out to tear up with these prostitutes, but Ma Daopo grabbed her arm and hid behind a bunch of green bamboos. She made a gesture of silence, "Shh~ I have to see what is wrong with Brother Huan. If I reveal my tracks, the dirty thing should be hidden."

Aunt Zhao shivered and stared at her son's back, as if there was a real evil ghost hidden.

Jia Huan's expression was very calm, and even a smile was on the corner of his mouth. He grabbed a full bucket of water in a few seconds and walked towards the servants who were laughing and making fun of him.

These people didn't care, and they curled their lips and squeezed their eyes. There were still a few people who were ready to move, just waiting for Jia Huan to approach, so they could play with this crazy person.

Jia Huan didn't speak, his eyes covered with red bloodshot were slightly narrowed, and he turned his hand and poured a bucket of cold water on everyone.

This is the winter, and the biting north wind blew by. Who can stand this? The girls and the women screamed together. A few of them got up and rushed towards Jia Huan, cursing, "Little macaque! What a cruel method! I should teach you a lesson today, so that you know who can provoke and who can't provoke!"

Aunt Zhao raised her foot and wanted to rush over, but was pulled tightly by Daopo Ma.

Que'er covered her face with a very pity, but her eyes that were seen through her fingers were gloating.

Jia Huan raised his mouth happily, and shook his hand and smashed the heavy bucket at the first person. She immediately made her head bleeding and fell to the ground. Then she broke a bamboo branch as thick as a little finger beside her and sucked towards the most vulnerable place of these people.

The head, face, arms, and calves were sore. At first, these people jumped their feet and scolded them, but they received even more violent thrusts. Although Jia Huan was small, as they said before, they should not be underestimated and they were well aware of the key points of the human body. After a hundred or so strokes, these people could only kowtow and beg for mercy. Their hair was messy, their jewelry fell all over the floor, their clothes were rotten into strands, and they were stained with blood. They looked terrible.

"Next time, I will hear you arrange my aunt and pull out her tongue to feed the dog." He threw away the bamboo branches and sorted out the slightly chaotic hem of his clothes. Jia Huan's tone was plain, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his blood-red eyes were filled with horrifying anger.

The girls and women hurriedly begged for mercy, but no one dared to look up at his expression.

"Get out." Jia Huan waved his hand, and a group of people supported me, and I helped you and ran away like running away.

Aunt Zhao, hiding in the dark, felt mixed feelings. In the past, Brother Huan had a bad temper, but he was just a gangster. He was bullied outside and didn't dare to speak. When he returned to the house, he complained to himself. Although he didn't know his mind now, he knew how to stand up for him, and he was quite brave. If he could restore his previous timid look, he would be better than now!

Thinking of this, Aunt Zhao was a little hesitant, but she didn't expect that Jia Huan had noticed her movements long ago. She walked over slowly, tilted her head, and smiled so well that she was so obedient and cute, "Auntie, it's time to have a meal?"

"Let's see it for Ma Daopo first, and then eat after watching it!" Aunt Zhao's mouth twitched, and she pulled him back to the yard with her son's collar.

Ma Daopo glanced at the child's bloody eyes, then quickly looked away, and his heart was pounding. If there was something dirty, this thing would be amazing and wouldn't it backfire, right? She silently said, "The Unrequited Heavenly Lord".

Jia Huan washed up briefly, changed into clean clothes and sat at the dining table, full of anticipation. When he saw Ma Daopo approaching with a peach wood sword, his spine suddenly tightened, and his obedient expression was replaced by gloomy. He was pitch black and his pupils were locked in Ma Daopo for a moment, and he just waited for her to take a little action.

Ma Daopo's hair stood up all over her body, and she felt that she was being targeted by some kind of man-eating monster. Her calves were trembling, and her hands became weak, so she stood still and did not dare to move on the spot.

Aunt Zhao was used to seeing her son's changing face, and she didn't feel terrible. Besides, he remembered him clearly about some childhood events, so he was sure that this was his son. This time, he invited Ma Daopo to call back his soul and spirit that he lost his son and cured his madness. Ma Daopo insisted that his son was infected and had to expel his evil spirit.

"Huan'er, Ma Daopo is treating you, don't be afraid. Come on, eat a cake to suffice your stomach first, and we can have a meal after it is done." Aunt Zhao moved a plate of pastries to her son and said in a temptation.

Jia Huansen's cold expression warmed slightly. He picked up a piece of chestnut cake and put it into his mouth, but his eyes were still staring at Daopo Ma.

"Okay, you can start." Aunt Zhao waved to Daopa Ma.

"Oh," Daopo Ma agreed with a gritty slant, whispering something while waving the peach wood sword, but he didn't dare to approach Jia Huan anyway, but instead retreated farther and farther. She had been cheating for so many years, and had never seen anyone in the world. She knew that Jia Huan was extremely dangerous, because there was no trace of anger in his eyes, only blood and violence, just like an evil ghost climbing up from the underworld.

Jia Huan was eating cake slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was very comfortable, but his tight spine did not relax for a moment.

Ma Daopo was stared at by his sinister gaze and danced around, lit a piece of talisman paper, and sprayed a mouthful of 'Samadhi True Fire' on the roof with white wine in his mouth, and couldn't wait to say, "It's done."

"Is that done?" Aunt Zhao was a little unbelievable. This ritual was too simple.

"There are some talisman papers here. I burn a divination for him to drink every day. It will be safe in 49 days." Ma Daopo threw down a bulging purse and ran out of the door.

"Huan'er, let's have a divination now?" Aunt Zhao lowered her head and asked her son.

"Burn quickly, I'm hungry." Jia Huan urged after swallowing the chestnut cake.

"Xiao Jixiang, bring a fire note and a bowl!" Aunt Zhao immediately shouted outside the door, and finally complained, "These talismans cost me twenty taels of silver! I secretly asked the cook to buy your food without telling the master. The fee is quite high in two months. You can get a little profit in the future and earn a fortune for your aunt."

"Well, let you sleep until you wake up naturally, count the money until your hands cramps." Jia Huan made a prudent promise.

Aunt Zhao smiled so hard that her son trembled. She finally had some fleshy cheeks. Her heart and soul screamed in anger.

Xiao Jixiang quickly came in with something. Aunt Zhao burned a piece of talisman paper with her own hands, handed the talisman water and Yihe to her son, and said, "Don't be afraid, this is divine water. Drinking it will only benefit you but not harm you. Others can't drink it!"

In the end of the world, I was used to drinking black, yellow, smelly and poisonous dirty water. This bowl of talisman water seemed nothing to Jia Huan. He took the bowl, poured it down in one breath, wiped his mouth and said, "Can you eat this time?"

"Qi'er, Xiao Jixiang, go down and serve the meal!" Aunt Zhao ordered the two little girls without looking back, staring at her son eagerly, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Que'er and Xiao Jixiang were not in a hurry to leave, and looked at the master together.

Jia Huan's mouth twitched, and he closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, nodding, "I feel that my mind is much more clear, and my body is lighter."

"That's good, that's good! Thank God, it's not in vain!" Aunt Zhao clasped her hands together, feeling overjoyed.

When he went to the room, he sent the girl and the woman who came over to cry, Zhou Rui's family asked in a low voice, "Madam, can you deal with that bastard this time?"

Mrs. Wang shook her head, "It's just a lesson for a few slutty girls and women. It's not a big deal. Wait aside, now that he has such a fierce temper, he will sooner or later cause a big disaster. Some things must not be repeated. When he beats someone to death for no reason, it's better to ask the old lady to see what kind of evil ghost arises in the Jia family. He is getting crazy, maybe one day he will be crazy and will never let him go."

"When will you have to wait? I heard that Aunt Zhao is now restraining him from going out, and maybe she may not be able to restrain herself in the future."

"Is there no way he can do it if he doesn't go out? Just find a few people who are ruthless or desperate to recruit him." Mrs. Wang slowly slid the floating tea powder with the lid of the cup.
Chapter completed!