Extraordinary All-Rounder

Volume 1: The Rebirth of the Monstrous Talent Chapter 003: Rebirth

The old man collecting junk found over a dozen bullet heads that had been lying there for who knows how many years in this abandoned execution ground. Then, along with some scrap iron, they were sent to the junk collection station.

During the following period of time, Yang Hongtao was resold several times along with that blood-stained bullet head. Finally, in a small accessory processing factory, this bullet head was simply ground and processed by workers. A small hole was drilled on it, and a silver metal chain was put through, thus Yang Hongtao transformed into a pendant on a cheap accessory.

Being able to re-integrate into human society was definitely a celebration-worthy event for Yang Hongtao, who had been trapped in the wasteland of the execution ground for more than three years. And not having to risk being thrown into a steel-making furnace and vanishing into ashes was even more of a joyous occasion.

As for who would buy him in the future and become the owner of this accessory, apart from having a little anticipation in his heart, Yang Hongtao didn't really care much.

A few days later, Yang Hongtao was packaged and transported by a truck to a small department store in a neighboring city. In the following days, he was hung on a hook on the counter by the store owner. Every day, he watched the people coming and going in the department store, silently enjoying the wonderful feeling of being submerged in the crowd.

Having been alone in the abandoned execution ground for two years, what Yang Hongtao feared the most was that feeling of loneliness. Compared to the past, the current days were like heaven.

Half a month later, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little girl bought this bullet head accessory from the counter.

She was a very cute little girl. It's just a pity that Yang Hongtao didn't become this little girl's personal accessory. Instead, it was repackaged elaborately and given as a birthday present to her cousin. The little girl's cousin was named Zhou Ziwei, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was of medium height, had regular facial features, but had a pale complexion and a weak constitution. At first glance, he was a wastrel who had emptied his body with wine and women.

Zhou Ziwei's family was obviously very rich, which could be seen from the luxurious scene of his birthday party and his extravagant spending. Seeing how generously he tipped each hotel waiter three to five hundred yuan, Yang Hongtao even suspected if those colorful banknotes were printed by this guy himself at home. Otherwise, how could he take out stacks of banknotes from his bag without feeling the slightest heartache?

But when the party ended and saw how this guy acted like a complete wimp when asking for money from his half-brother Zhou Zixu, Yang Hongtao was immediately extremely speechless. Damn it, he's really an incompetent second-generation rich man and a spendthrift wastrel!

Yang Hongtao originally thought that a guy like Zhou Ziwei, who was so desperate to show off and act like a rich young master, would definitely not be interested in a small accessory worth only a dozen yuan. But unexpectedly, when sorting through a large pile of gifts at night, Zhou Ziwei wasn't too interested in several gold and platinum accessories, but was particularly fond of this completely worthless bullet head accessory. He simply took off a jade pendant originally hanging around his neck and directly put on this accessory where Yang Hongtao was hiding.

Following this new owner, Yang Hongtao finally witnessed how the rich lived. Zhou Ziwei's family was indeed very wealthy. His father, Zhou Zhengxiang, ran a group company mainly focused on the pharmaceutical industry, with total assets of at least one billion. Such a scale, although still far behind the richest person in Zhongdu City, Huang Lianshu, was still considered a local tycoon in this small place of Dangyang.

It's just that Zhou Ziwei himself was too disappointing. As the eldest son in the family, originally, more than half of his father's huge business empire would eventually fall into his hands. But ever since he was a child, Zhou Ziwei had never been interested in studying or learning. Before graduating from high school, he insisted on quitting school. Relying on the family's wealth, he usually engaged in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. He did all kinds of bad things except for doing anything good.

A few years ago, his father originally intended to train him to take over the family business. But whenever he gave Zhou Ziwei a little bit of power, this guy would surely become lawless and act recklessly, treating the company's account as his personal ATM and causing havoc. He even once took a large sum of money intended for goods and went to Macau for a wild gambling spree.

Fortunately, his father had been keeping an eye on him after giving him the power. As soon as he noticed something was wrong, he immediately took back the delegated power. Otherwise, if this guy was allowed to continue for a few more days, a branch company would have been driven bankrupt by this wastrel!

After such incidents happened two or three times, Zhou Zhengxiang finally gave up on this son. He simply stopped bothering with this son and deposited twenty to thirty thousand yuan into Zhou Ziwei's account every month for his pocket money. As for the company's affairs, he no longer allowed him to interfere.

In contrast to Zhou Ziwei, his younger brother Zhou Zixu had been an excellent student since childhood and never caused the family any worry. Two years ago, right after returning from studying in the United States, he immediately held the position of vice president in the Zhou Group. And after taking office, his performance was extremely outstanding. Moreover, by leveraging some connections established during his studies abroad, he directly introduced several of the company's main health care products into the US market, making the development prospects of the Zhou Group even broader.

This made Zhou Zhengxiang, who was over fifty years old, so happy that he praised him to everyone he met and simply spoiled this younger son to the sky. He was just waiting for Zhou Zixu to become more familiar with the company's business and personnel before preparing to hand over the position of the group company's president to him.

People are afraid of comparisons. If there weren't this capable younger son, then even if Zhou Ziwei was as incompetent and wasteful as he was, Zhou Zhengxiang would at most just be a little disappointed. But compared to the younger son, the older son seemed more and more unpleasant to the eye. So he bought a decent house outside and made Zhou Ziwei get married and move out early.

Now Zhou Ziwei has been married for over a year. His wife Wang Xuewei's family is also in business. Her father-in-law is considered a business partner of Zhou Zhengxiang. But the business is not as big as the Zhou Group and still needs to rely on the Zhou Group for support.

Therefore, the marriage between Zhou Ziwei and Wang Xuewei was basically a political marriage with no emotional foundation at all. Even before the marriage, the two had only met three times in total, and each time there were outsiders present. As for a private date... That never happened.

After the birthday party, getting one hundred thousand yuan from his younger brother through begging and deception, Zhou Ziwei resumed his dissipated life. Every day, the places he visited were either bathhouses, massage parlors, bars, or restaurants. The women around him changed one after another, and there were never any repeats.

Of course, most of them were prostitutes. But when he returned home, Zhou Ziwei hardly said a word to his wife Wang Xuewei. Although the two were nominally a couple, they seemed worse than neighbors living in the same unit.

Although neighborhood relations in modern cities are relatively cold, at least they would nod to each other when they met. But this couple acted as if the other was a transparent shadow when they met, simply ignoring each other.

Yang Hongtao really couldn't understand why Zhou Ziwei would rather go to adult entertainment venues to find those vulgar women instead of loving such a beautiful wife at home. Honestly, before his death, Yang Hongtao had seen many beautiful women. But except for those big celebrities in movies and TV shows, he had never seen such a beautiful and elegant woman like Wang Xuewei in real life. And this guy Zhou Ziwei lived under the same roof with this absolute top-notch beauty every day but still managed to be interested in the shabby women on the street. This made Yang Hongtao seriously suspect if this guy's aesthetic sense was seriously different from normal people!

"Mr. Zhou, take care. My birthday is next week. Mr. Zhou, remember to come see me!"

Under the bright sun at mid-morning, in front of the Chunfeng Entertainment City, a woman with thick makeup on her face, dressed up like a banshee, held onto the just-awakened Zhou Ziwei who was still drunk from the night before and carefully reminded him. After tricking two hundred-yuan bills out of this prodigal young master, she was satisfied and stuffed the still somewhat dazed Zhou Ziwei into a taxi.

"Driver... Go to Villa No. 7, Guiming Garden... Hurry up!"

Zhou Ziwei drank too much strong liquor last night. Although he slept for a while after dawn, he still wasn't fully awake at this time. After going out and being blown by the wind, his head felt as if it was about to split, which was extremely uncomfortable. He mumbled to the taxi driver and then leaned his head back and fell asleep in the car.

So much so that the taxi didn't drive to the address he reported but turned at the intersection ahead and directly left the urban area. Zhou Ziwei had no idea.

"Squeak -" More than half an hour after the taxi left the urban area, it finally stopped beside a secluded mountain road. The taxi driver, with a dark and thin face, turned back to look at Zhou Ziwei, who was still sound asleep in the back seat, shook his head slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his face. Then he opened the door and got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, the driver first looked vigilantly back and forth. Seeing that there was no one around, he then went back to the car and removed a thick seat cushion. Then he turned around and opened the rear door. Grabbing the car seat cushion with both hands, he forcefully pressed it onto Zhou Ziwei's face, who was sleeping like a dead dog.

"Wuwuwu..." A few seconds later, Zhou Ziwei, who was drunk like a puddle of mud, was finally awakened due to difficulty breathing and immediately began to struggle desperately. However, the taxi driver was well-prepared. Bending one leg, he firmly pressed it onto Zhou Ziwei's body. No matter how Zhou Ziwei thrashed around, he couldn't lift the seat cushion on his head.

In just over a minute, Zhou Ziwei gradually stopped struggling, and then his body slowly became stiff. However, the taxi driver still didn't mean to stop. He still pressed the car seat cushion firmly onto Zhou Ziwei's head to prevent Zhou Ziwei from catching his breath after letting go.

But the taxi driver's worry was obviously unnecessary. With Zhou Ziwei's body, which had long been emptied by wine and women, he simply couldn't withstand this kind of long-term suffocation. Not long after he stopped struggling, an illusory shadow slowly rose from Zhou Ziwei's corpse, drifted through the roof of the car, and was directly exposed to the scorching sunlight.

"Ah -"

A shrill scream came from mid-air. It was the painful howl of Zhou Ziwei's soul when it was burned by the sunlight. However, the screams of the soul had a unique frequency, and of course, the taxi driver couldn't hear it.

But Yang Hongtao, who was also a pure soul entity, could hear it clearly and was disturbed by this desperate scream, even feeling a sense of empathy and sadness.

After all, Yang Hongtao had been with Zhou Ziwei for several months. Although Zhou Ziwei's character was a bit poor and Yang Hongtao looked down on him, after spending so much time together day and night, there was still a little bit of affection. So seeing Zhou Ziwei's soul suffering the pain of vanishing bit by bit in the sunlight made Yang Hongtao very reluctant. So Yang Hongtao once again began to recite the magical six-syllable mantra in the depth of his soul.

One by one, characters emitting a sacred aura bloomed from the bullet head accessory hanging on Zhou Ziwei's chest. Then they turned into six white halos with a diameter of over ten meters in the air and undoubtedly covered the broken soul struggling desperately in the sunlight within the halos...

After Zhou Ziwei's soul was purified into pure soul energy and a wisp of scattered memory under the effect of the six-syllable mantra and was forcibly merged into Yang Hongtao's soul and gradually completely absorbed as part of his soul, the taxi driver finally released the car seat cushion that had been pressing on Zhou Ziwei's face. Then he reached out to test Zhou Ziwei's breath, confirming that Zhou Ziwei was indeed dead. He also reached into Zhou Ziwei's body to search, took the wallet for himself, and then picked up the corpse and threw it into the roadside grass on the lower side of the mountain road. He gave it a hard kick, and the corpse immediately rolled down the slope like a tumbling gourd, rolling down the slope with an inclination of nearly forty degrees.

Dry branches and sharp stones in the grass kept cutting open new wounds on Zhou Ziwei's corpse. The blood that had not yet cooled and coagulated slowly oozed out of these new wounds, quickly staining Zhou Ziwei's brand-name casual clothes all over with blood.

When Zhou Ziwei's corpse finally got stuck under a short tree and stopped rolling down the slope, the thick blood had completely soaked the tattered front of his shirt. The bullet head that had been worn closely on his chest was also stained with a shocking shade of blood red.

At the moment when the blood came into contact with the bullet head, Yang Hongtao suddenly felt that the invisible force that had firmly imprisoned him in the bullet head began to loosen. His heart stirred slightly, and he hurriedly concentrated his spirit and gathered powerful soul power to struggle with all his might.

"Pop -" With Zhou Ziwei's all-out struggle, the small bullet head that had bound him for three years cracked a tiny slit. At the same time, the invisible mysterious net pattern covering the surface of the bullet head also broke apart.

Although the length of this slit was less than two millimeters, for Yang Hongtao trapped inside, it was no different from a door to freedom.

Without any hesitation, Yang Hongtao rushed out without hesitation the moment he saw the bullet head crack.

At this time, the slit on the bullet head was facing Zhou Ziwei's corpse's chest. So the moment Yang Hongtao's soul rushed out of the bullet head, it naturally entered Zhou Ziwei's corpse. Then... Yang Hongtao felt a piercing pain all over his body!

Oh no! Could it be that the reason why I haven't vanished due to the burning of the sunlight is because of the mysterious net pattern on the bullet head protecting me? Then, my escape from the bullet head now is equivalent to seeking my own death!

Because the soul entity has no physical body, it is generally impossible to feel pain. But at this time, Yang Hongtao felt extreme pain all over his body. He naturally thought that this was caused by the sunlight, which was the most serious harm to the soul entity, directly shining on him.

He was worried that if he was exposed to the sunlight for a moment longer, he would also risk vanishing. Right now, he no longer cared about pursuing freedom and hurriedly turned his head, planning to return to that bullet head to hide. But when Yang Hongtao turned his head, he suddenly discovered that his perspective had seriously deviated from before.

Originally, as a soul entity, there were no eyes. But Yang Hongtao could clearly sense everything within a ten-meter radius around him with his soul energy.

This meant that when Yang Hongtao used soul energy to sense the world, his perspective could reach 360 degrees. But now... Yang Hongtao could only see the scenery in one direction in front of him, and that bullet head was simply not within his perspective range.

What... What exactly happened?

Yang Hongtao's heart stirred, and subconsciously looked down at his chest. Immediately, he saw a blood-stained bullet head hanging and gently swinging on his tattered shirt front...