"Ding", "Ding", "Ding"

The dusk has passed, and the night has already spread out. A strange sound has been heard from the empty construction site.

A thin figure was swinging left and right with two one-meter-long steel pipes, dancing so hard that it was so bright that it was a tremendous moment. If the steel pipes did not hit him from time to time, it might not be an exaggeration to call him a martial arts master. In the classic opening scene of this ghost movie, this situation seems particularly...sand sculpture?

Zhou Wu put down two steel pipes panting, which has become his daily routine. Although this looks a bit stupid, it is extremely helpful for his condition. He is a lazy person, which is his definition of himself. If possible, he will only want to lie in bed and eat well and wait for death.

However, things are not as good as others wish, and his body is suffering from illness all the time.

As for what disease it is, he himself didn't know. He grew up in an orphanage since he was a child and couldn't stay in a school. He also attributed to his strange disease. How to describe this symptom? To use a relatively vulgar metaphor, it probably means he can't get it out.

He was sure that this was not constipation. Although he was poor, he still had money for a full physical examination. After the examination, there was no problem. Of course, he has not lived in vain for more than 20 years. After a period of discovery and exercise, he can effectively reduce the symptoms.

So, he chose to move bricks.

After so many years, he is still thin, but his strength has reached an incredible level. He is known as the "brick god", "walking tractor", "little steel pipe prince", and the favorite of the contractor. Although he can eat five foods alone, what's the point of wages for workers now? He can earn more money without losing money.

"Huh..." Zhou Wu sighed lightly and put down the steel pipe. It was probably like this today. He had to go back to his small rental house to have a good sleep and continue tomorrow. To be honest, he was already desperate about his disease. It would be a day to live. The power of an extraordinary person, the appetite of an extraordinary person, the body shape was like a bamboo pole. The more he ate, the thinner he ate, the smaller he exercised.

People have some sixth sense, and they know that they won’t live long.

Looking up at the starry sky, this world is really beautiful, he doesn't want to die.

After taking a step forward, Zhou Wu's face suddenly changed.

"Damn it, I've just finished the exercise..." Zhou Wu gritted his teeth and cursed hatefully.

There is a regular pattern for this symptom. As he gets older, the longer he needs to exercise. He gets up day by day, and now it is already twelve o'clock at night. He is almost entirely at work, but his body doesn't even have time to rest. He misses the days when he used to be able to feel comfortable for an hour or two.

Walking slowly, sweat slowly flowing down his forehead. Since he was twenty years old, he has not had a good sleep, so what can he do? He has just endured it and endured it. He felt that if he could travel to a magic world, his mental power should be able to be a magician or something directly.

While gasping, he walked towards the rental house.

As he walked, his pale face gradually became rosy, and his thin body slowly swelled. Pieces of muscles expanded outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Wu seemed to realize something, and hugged his body tightly with his hands, trying to press them in, and began to run.

"I don't want to die here!"

"Run", "Run", "Run".

The footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, and Zhou Wu's pace became slower and slower. Slowly, he felt that he could no longer breathe. His eyes were covered with bloodshot, and there was no resentment in his eyes, but nostalgia for this world.

At this moment, the muscles in his body had expanded to an exaggerated level, like a meat ball.

"Bang!"

...

...

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Zhou Wu sat up suddenly and looked around blankly. His hands began to touch his body.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter from a child came from outside the window, gradually spreading farther and farther away.

Zhou Wu saw the remaining pieces of the second kicking foot on the ground and fell into silence.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Zhou Wu didn't think the feeling of being uncomfortable just now was a dream, he never dreamed. He looked at his hands and then at the clothes he was wearing. He was a little shocked, confused, and ecstatic.

As a modern person, even if he has never read novels, he will be constantly emerging in TV series. What's more, reading novels is his second option to suppress his illness. In the early years, he did not work hard, so he would choose to read novels to divert his attention.

Although his tender and green onion arm was the same as before, it was obviously much shorter. The clothes he was wearing were not right. He had vests and trousers all year round. Where did this jacket come from? It was obvious! He traveled through time by himself!

It feels like the original owner of this body is only in his teens, at most no more than thirteen years old.

What made him feel at ease was that the cottage was very dilapidated. Apart from an old-fashioned radio, there was only one bed, a table, and a three-legged stool. But at least it was very clean, and there was actually a small bathroom! It can be seen that the owner of this body was not rich, but just because he had an independent bathroom, he was better than him. He spent basically on eating in his previous life.

Zhou Wu ran to the bathroom with great anticipation and looked at himself.

The white skin made him wonder if he had gone to the wrong channel.

I have short white hair in the mirror, a melon-shaped face, a straight nose bridge, and my eyes...and wait... where are my eyes!!

Zhou Wu tried hard to open his eyes, tried his best to the mirror for a long time, and finally gave up helplessly. What does it mean that a pair of eyes ruined a face? It would be fine if this face didn't smile, but it turned into a fox with a smile.

"It seems that it won't work by relying on your face..." Zhou Wu sighed and murmured to himself.

Whether in his present or in his previous life, his appearance is not as good as handsome. At least he is quite satisfied with other external conditions except for his eyes in this life. What makes him happiest is that he got rid of that disease. After all, he is soul-piercing, and what kind of ghost disease can follow him.

"Hehehe! Hahaha! Goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, if you have the ability, come with it! Sand sculpture!" Zhou Wu laughed wildly as if he was crazy and made an international gesture to the sky.

This is probably a sentence from a famous keyboard warrior in his previous life: "If you have the ability, follow the network cable...@#￥*@#"
Chapter completed!