C1 Scrap Son-in-law

Linhai City, east side of the city, Moon Lake Villa District.

The young man's eyes snapped open, and he slowly sat up, looking around with a look of shock on his face.

"..." "There's actually such a thing. I, Faang Yang, did not lose my soul in the heavenly tribulation and instead borrowed my body to give birth?" After a long while, Faang Yang, who finally recognized this fact, sighed.

"The owner of this body …"

After calming himself down, Faang Yang started to check the body's various states and functions. After reading the original owner's memories, he couldn't help but frown.

"Bastard!" "Trash!"

After looking through his memories, even with Faang Yang's self-restraint, he couldn't help but curse. Although this guy's name was also Faang Yang, he was Home Son-in-law, the king of soft rice, allowing him to beat and scold him, bowing to his utmost.

Just now, because the breakfast he made was not to his taste, he was despised by his sister-in-law. In the end, his mother-in-law used the chair to beat him to death on the back of his head, allowing him to grow by weight.

He, Faang Yang, a dignified Divine King Zhenbei, had single-handedly suppressed the heroes of the Northern Territories for tens of thousands of years.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, he would have to take down the notoriety of 'good-for-nothing'. It was truly ironic.

"If it wasn't for me underestimating the power of the heavenly tribulation, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state. I would already be extremely fortunate to be able to take back my life …" Thinking about this, Faang Yang felt a little relieved. Right now, it was not the time for him to sigh.

Faang Yang's head was still throbbing with pain. He held his head with one hand and limped out.

His physique was already ordinary, and he needed to go to the hospital to treat his wounds. Otherwise, if he caught tetanus, even if he was proficient in a myriad of miraculous methods, he would still die.

On the main street, the residents that came out for the morning flight were all frightened by the bloodied Faang Yang. They started to discuss all at once, saying that some useless son-in-law had been raped by the family, which made Faang Yang furious.

"There's a car!"

After walking for a while, a bright silver Maserati drove towards them. Faang Yang jumped out of the road and waved at them repeatedly.

Creak!

In the midst of the screeching, Maserati stopped.

"You're courting death!"

The car window rolled down, revealing a beautiful face with delicate features and a heroic air as she scolded Faang Yang.

"It's not seeking death, but... If I don't go to the hospital now, I really will die. " Faang Yang pointed at the back of his head and said, "Miss, can you give me a lift?"

"Serves you right!"

Wang Zixin frowned as she looked at the bloody Faang Yang. Her eyes flashed a trace of disdain and disgust. She knew that Faang Yang was the "celebrity" in this villa complex.

A grown man with arms and legs came to be Home Son-in-law. He didn't know how Home Son-in-law's face grew, but it was worse than the beggars by the roadside.

"Come on up." After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zixin decided to give him a ride.

If it wasn't for the miserable state he was in and the fact that it was along the way, she wouldn't even have bothered to bring this unreliable trash along and dirtied her new beloved car.

"Many thanks!"

"Thank you," Faang Yang opened the car door and got into the front passenger seat.

"..."

Very quickly, the car left the Crescent Moon Lake villa area and entered the main road, merging into the surging traffic flow.

On the way, the atmosphere in the car was a bit depressed. Faang Yang glanced at Wang Zixin's face and frowned slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Some things can be misunderstood before they are said.

Looking at the retreating traffic, Faang Yang's eyebrows twitched. He couldn't help but say, "I'm not that badly hurt, you can drive slower." He didn't want to lose his life in a car accident as soon as he was alive.

"Shut up! If you continue to talk rubbish, I'll throw you out! "

Wang Zixin turned her head and glared at him. Who would care about his injuries? She was worried about her grandfather in the intensive care unit.

"How dare you!"

A cold light flashed in Faang Yang's eyes. He was about to flare up, but soon realized that he was no longer that arrogant Divine King Zhenbei.

The current him was only an ordinary person, and didn't even have the qualifications to be impudent.

"A tiger has fallen to the plain Yang …" Faang Yang sighed in his heart.

The amount of spiritual energy in this world was pitifully little. If there were no accidents, then for a long time, he would have to work hard with his tail between his legs.

"..."

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at Linhai City First People's Hospital.

"That... Can I borrow some money? "

After the engine was turned off, Faang Yang got off the car. When Wang Zixin rushed inside, Faang Yang caught up with her and asked.

"No …." Take it! "

Wang Zixin subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when she looked at Faang Yang, whose body was covered in blood and had a pale complexion, her eyebrows slightly creased. She quickly grabbed a few hundred yuan bills from her bag and stuffed them in.

"Many thanks. Is it convenient to leave a number? Return the money later …" Wang Zixin took the money and walked off before she could say her thanks.

"Am I that annoying?" Noticing the disgust on Wang Zixin's face, Faang Yang smiled helplessly.

Ding!

Just as he was about to put the money back into his pocket, something slipped out of the folded bills and landed heavily on the cement floor with a crisp sound!

Looking down, it was a brand-new key. Faang Yang bent down to pick it up, raised his head and shouted, "Lady, your key!"

Unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, Wang Zixin had already run into the hospital's lobby.

"Fifteenth floor …"

Faang Yang went in and stood in front of the elevator. After he saw the elevator stop on the 15th floor, he turned around and walked towards the 'brain surgery'.

At this moment, there weren't many patients. The wound was treated within half an hour and a tetanus shot was injected at Faang Yang's request.

"If I were to be seen by my old friends, I would probably laugh my teeth out."

Walking out of the ward, Faang Yang rubbed the gauze wrapped around his head and muttered as he took the elevator up to the 15th floor.

"Wu wu wu!"

Just as he stepped out of the elevator, he heard mournful cries coming from outside the corridor. The voices sounded familiar.

As she followed the source of the sound and turned the corner of the corridor, a tall and slim figure was standing at the door of the intensive care unit and sobbing.

"This is the VIP ward, who told you to come up?"

Quickly wiping away the tears on her face, Wang Zixin glared at Faang Yang with her slightly red and swollen eyes, scolding him coldly.

"What are you crying about?"

Ignoring her, Faang Yang glanced at the ward on the side and asked with a frown.

There was a faint sound of crying in the ward, and a gray aura of death came out of the door. Faang Yang squinted his eyes thoughtfully, and guessed something.

Originally, Faang Yang was thinking about how he could return her favor, and it just so happens that he did.

"None of your business!"

Wang Zixin's expression turned cold. She thought that Faang Yang had some ulterior motives towards her. She shouted, "This place is not for you to come up here. Leave quickly!"

"Your family is inside, right?" Faang Yang said lightly, "Don't cry, the person inside is not completely dead. There's hope if you move a little faster."

Swish!

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Zixin's expression darkened!

"I'll give you ten seconds. Disappear immediately!" Anger arose within Wang Zixin's eyes as she spoke coldly.

His grandfather's vital signs had stopped, and the doctor had confirmed his death. However, the corpse was still warm, and this guy was just looking for trouble.

But how did he find out about his grandfather's death?

Grandfather was the pillar of the family, and in order to prevent the enemy's surprise attack, from his illness to his hospitalization, he had intentionally sealed the news. Outsiders had no way of knowing.

"If that's the case, then there's no point in speaking any further. Goodbye."

Faang Yang said lightly. He put the keys on the ground and turned around to leave.

"Key …"

Wang Zixin frowned as she looked at the door key on the floor. She stared at Faang Yang's back for a while and suddenly asked, "On what basis are you saying that my grandfather is not dead?"

The reason for her question was partly because this guy really didn't need to lie to her, and partly because her grandpa had confirmed his death.

So what if he tried?

At this moment, a trace of a fluke appeared in Wang Zixin's mind.

"It's up to you whether you believe me or not. To be accurate, I can save you in the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn." Faang Yang stopped walking and raised a finger: "There are only 10 minutes left."

"How are you going to save him?" Wang Zixin asked. She was still worried about Faang Yang's reputation as a "good-for-nothing".

"If I were you, I wouldn't talk so much nonsense." After saying that, Faang Yang quickly walked to the front of the ward and suddenly pushed open the door. It was already too late for Wang Zixin to stop him.