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Seeing the abnormal change in the tribulation cloud in the sky, Ye Guhsing's expression became solemn once again. Different from the tribulation cloud from before, Ye Guhsing could feel that the current tribulation cloud seemed to have some kind of strange power, and this kind of strange power seemed to have the power that messed up one's mind.

As expected, when the rapidly spiralling tribulation cloud in the sky reached its peak, all of a sudden, a blue stream of light rushed out of the vortex and entered Ye Guhsing's body through the imprint on his forehead before he could even react to it.

The moment the black light entered his body, Ye Guhsing felt his vision blur, followed by an irresistible sense of drowsiness. After holding on for a minute, Ye Guhsing's eyelids drooped down, and he entered into deep sleep.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious, whether it was one day or one year, but Ye Guhsing, who had fallen into a deep slumber, slowly woke up.

However, the moment he opened his eyes and took a good look at the scenery, Ye Guhsing's eyes immediately widened like an ox, as though he had received a shock.

A hundred story tall building, a wide and flat asphalt road, various brands of cars speeding past in the middle of the road, and pedestrians wearing modern outfits that Ye Guhsing was extremely familiar with walking past by Ye Guhsing's side.

What made Ye Guhsing even more shocked was that the people walking past him, whether it was their appearance or language, Ye Guhsing was extremely familiar with, and they were exactly the same as the Earth Ye Guhsing lived on in his previous life. Ye Guhsing could even hear the extremely sincere voices coming from these passersby. This was enough to prove that Ye Guhsing was in the capital city of Earth's China, Shang Jing, before his death in his previous life.

"Damn, that's impossible, right? How did the calamity come to this, could it be that young master is still dreaming? " Ye Guhsing seemed to not believe what was in front of him, and muttered to himself while rubbing his eyes.

However, nothing had changed. The tall building was still a tall building, the wide road was still a road, and even Ye Guhsing could see that his clothes had completely changed. Previously, he was wearing a snow-white gown, but now, he was actually wearing a grey casual suit. What was even more terrifying was that Ye Guhsing could feel that the small flame and the golden core within his dantian had all disappeared, leaving behind only a pitiful amount of Vital Qi. Let alone the Innate Stage Expert, even those at the eighth or ninth level of the Mystic Moon Continent were not that strong.

"Impossible, this is impossible! I was clearly undergoing a tribulation in my Mystic Moon Continent, why would I return to Earth the moment I woke up? Could it be that everything regarding my Mystic Moon Continent is just a dream?" At this moment, Ye Guhsing was in a state of confusion, mumbling to himself as he walked forward with almost unsteady steps.

's mind was in a mess, the appearances of Murong Qianqian, Jiri Carl, Ziwu Feng and the others swept past his mind one by one.

Was Mystic Moon Continent all just a dream or was everything that was happening right now just a dream?

The absent-minded Ye Guhsing walked forward aimlessly, safely ignoring the strange gazes that the people around him had stolen from him. At this moment, his mind was in a mess. Unknowingly, he had even crossed the sidewalk and entered the fast moving car on the main road.

"Be careful!" Just as Ye Guhsing's entire body was about to step out of the road, an old lady with red armbands suddenly pulled at Ye Guhsing, who was about to walk onto the road.

Being pulled like that by the old man, Ye Guhsing instantly recovered from his stunned state, and immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Aiya, you little brat, don't want to live anymore. Don't you see the cars coming and going on the road? If you get hit, at least you'll break down and at most you'll lose your life." The old lady with red armband scolded Ye Guhsing with a serious face.

"Auntie, I'm sorry. I was too engrossed in my thoughts just now. Thank you for your concern!" Ye Guhsing said apologetically to the old lady.

"Young man, open your mind to everything." Young man, open your mind to everything. The old granny lightly patted Ye Guhsing's right arm, and said. From her point of view, the reason why the young lad in front of her seemed to have lost his soul, was most likely because he suffered from some kind of major setback, whether it was because of his work or his feelings, the old granny did not know.

"En!" Ye Guhsing did not want to explain anymore, so he could only nod his head and give a "En", then asked the old lady: "Auntie, what year is it today, and what month is it?"

"Lad, are you alright?" Hearing Ye Guhsing's words, the old lady looked at Ye Guhsing as if he was a fool. In her opinion, the Ye Guhsing in front of her had been struck a little dumb, right? Otherwise, it was impossible for him to not remember the year and the day.

Ye Guhsing seemed to understand the doubt and worry in the old lady's eyes, he then smiled and said: "Aunt, don't worry, I'm fine, it's just that my mind was a little muddled from what happened previously, for a moment my brain is muddled."

"Like I said, how could such a handsome young man be a fool? Okay, little fellow, let me tell you, today is the fifteenth of the eighth month, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Quickly go home and have a nice reunion with your family. " The woman said with a smile.

"August 15, 12 years?" Hearing the old lady's words, Ye Guhsing was once again shocked in his heart. Wasn't this the day before his death in his previous life?

In his previous life, he had received a task to assassinate the unborn baby in the body of a high-ranking official who liked to cook pregnant women. He came to the capital ten days in advance, and after a series of investigations, he decided to send that inhumane descendant to hell with August 15th.

"But didn't I already kill that fat pig? "Not only did he kill that fat pig, he was also shot to death by a group of soldiers. Could it be that all of that was just his dream?" The current Ye Guhsing's heart was even more chaotic than before.

Seeing that Ye Guhsing's eyes were filled with confusion once again, the old lady beside him tugged on his right arm and asked: "Lad, are you alright?"

"It's fine, it's fine!" Ye Guhsing was startled, then anxiously shook his head, then said awkwardly: "Aunt, don't worry, I won't do anything stupid anymore, oh right, I remember my family members are waiting for me to celebrate, I will go home now."

"It's good that you're fine. Hurry up and go home. Have a good time with your family. From now on, don't do anything stupid." After saying that, she waved the small red flag in her hand and continued to lead the pedestrians and vehicles on the zebra crossing.

Looking at the grandma's back as he left, Ye Guhsing suddenly felt relieved in his heart. So what if it was the reality and what if it was the dream, but since he had returned to the starting point, then young master will slaughter that fat pig once.

Nightfall. Because today was the Mid-Autumn Festival in China, the reunion ceremony, thus, the noisy city suddenly became quiet. The cars on the road also became sparse.

The people who were able to live in the western suburbs were either rich or wealthy. When the sky had completely darkened, a ghost-like figure was quickly approaching a brightly lit villa in the western suburbs.2

When he got close to the villa, the black figure stopped and stood on top of a big tree not far from the villa.

"Heh heh, the lineup is not small. All of them are on guard at the gate. "But laozi's title as the world's No. 1 Assassin isn't for nothing." Under the extremely weak light, the black shadow standing on top of a tree revealed a handsome yet extremely cold face.

At this moment, the young man clad in cold black who was standing on the big tree branch was the young man she pulled back from the road — — Ye Guhsing, who had lost his soul.

Although the current Ye Guhsing did not know whether he was in a dream or in reality, but with Ye Guhsing's personality, even if he was in a dream, he would definitely kill that damned fat pig.

One had to know that Ye Guhsing had never been one to suffer a loss since he was young.

Standing at the top of the forest, Ye Guhsing carefully observed the impenetrable villa that was not far away from him, which was surrounded by several tens of murderous intents and wore black suits. His figure suddenly swayed slightly, and in the end, miraculously melted into the night. Now, even if someone were to stand by Ye Guhsing's side, they would not be able to discover Ye Guhsing's existence.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

Ye Guhsing, who had already completely hidden himself, lightly tapped on the tree branch with his toe, and pounced like a cannonball towards the group of black-clothed people patrolling outside the villa.

Puff

One after another, muffled sound after another echoed around the quiet villa. Those black-clothed men patrolling around the villa fell down like rice being harvested. Each time they fell down, a hideous wound would be left on their neck, and a large amount of blood would gush out from the wound.

Although Ye Guhsing didn't know if the assassination that had caused his own miserable death was real or just a dream, he still decided to kill all of the black-clothed men around the villa, so that he wouldn't suffer any more losses.

In just a few minutes, all of the black-clothed men around the villa had their necks wiped by Ye Guhsing. Right now, the entire villa looked like a killing ground, other than Ye Guhsing, there was no one else.

In Ye Guhsing's opinion, since you're here to protect the man-eating demon in the villa, then I don't care if you comply with my orders voluntarily or not. If you have to blame something, you can only blame your bad luck.

After getting rid of all the black-clothed men surrounding the villa, Ye Guhsing didn't enter the villa through the window on the second floor like he did earlier. Instead, he directly kicked open the villa's door and entered.

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Today at the third fragment, he would make up for the debt he had owed her yesterday. Yesterday, there was a problem with the website; the author couldn't enter the website; I, Old Yu, only asked a single question, but the editor grumbled. Originally, when the website had a problem, the authors were anxious, but according to the editor's meaning, we can't even ask, and the more we ask, the more we ask, the more we ask, the more we feel comfortable with us. Right, each of you have a lot of things on your hands, and there are also a lot of authors responsible, if you have this attitude, then I would like to ask, without us authors writing a book, where did your monthly salary come from, did you fall from heaven? This is really outrageous, the website has a problem, we writers can not even ask, the more asked we are blabbering.

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