The calling sound seemed to come from far away, vague and unreliable.
Gao Xuan's consciousness gradually became clear, and he found that his body was extremely heavy and stiff, and he could hardly lift his eyelids.
It feels like a baby of a few months old who has difficulty controlling his body.
This was obviously not his powerful golden body, but a mortal body. That was why it was so heavy and sluggish. His powerful spiritual power was also completely restricted. It was not much stronger than when he was a bug.
But it's better than turning into a bug.
Gao Xuan knew clearly that this was the world of the Nine-Revolution Divine Cicada. He had only entered with his soul, so it was not surprising what he encountered.
As Gao Xuan was thinking, he felt a sudden chill on his face. He shuddered and opened his eyes.
Then, he saw a greasy, fat-faced man who was not only fat, old, and bald, but also holding a half-full bottle of mineral water in his hand.
Apparently, the guy threw water in his face.
When the bald old man saw Gao Xuan open his eyes, he immediately grinned and laughed happily: "I thought you were dead. I was so scared that I wanted to send you to the crematorium. It seems that I saved some cremation fees."
This guy spoke harshly, and he couldn't control his tongue, spitting out countless spit in one sentence. His breath was also very strong, like a toilet that had been fermented for several days.
As this man was speaking, related memories emerged in Gao Xuan's mind: Lao Fei, the manager of the Flying Tiger Boxing Gym, an old scoundrel.
In this world, he is also called Gao Xuan, but he is already 40 years old and his wife is dead. Fortunately, there is no such a bloody thing as leaving behind a seriously ill daughter!
He was a boxer and had great achievements. But after his wife died, he became depressed and drank too much. His body was ruined and he couldn't even get on the boxing ring.
Lao Fei and he had been friends for many years, and out of pity for him, he arranged for him to be a sparring partner in the boxing gym. In fact, he was just a human target for the boxers to punch.
Just now, the boxer suddenly raised his leg and kicked him on the head, knocking him unconscious.
Gao Xuan sorted out his memories and finally understood Zi's situation. It seemed like he was living a useless life now.
Lao Fei was still chattering, "Lao Gao, you're only 40 and you're already so weak. You're too useless. The muscles and bones you've trained for decades have all been soaked by alcohol. You better quit drinking..."
Gao barely raised his arm and pushed the fat face away: "I'm going to be suffocated to death by you, move away."
Seeing Gao Xuan speaking and his wandering eyes no longer wandering, Lao Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The two have been friends for decades, and he doesn't want Gao Xuan to get hurt.
Lao Fei said to the young and powerful boxer standing next to him, "Yu Xiaoming, what are you doing? I'm feeding you a punch. Who the hell told you to kick someone? Can you take the responsibility if you kick someone to death?"
Yu Xiaoming glanced at Gao Xuan and snorted. He didn't show any intention of apologizing, but instead had a look of disdain on his face.
Lao Fei couldn't do anything to Yu Xiaoming for such a small matter, so he scolded him: "You kicked someone and you still think you're right, apologize now."
Under Lao Fei's gaze, Yu Xiaoming said reluctantly: "Lao Gao, I didn't know you were so weak. I'm sorry."
After saying this, Yu Xiaoming turned around and left without waiting for Gao Xuan to speak.
Gao Xuan was a little speechless. This kid was quite arrogant. That kick was clearly intended to kick his head. He didn't wear any protective gear on his head, and he drank too much alcohol, so his body reaction was slow. He was caught off guard and was kicked over.
If it were anywhere else, this kick would be considered intentional injury.
Gao Xuan couldn't remember any grudge between him and this boy for a moment, but it didn't matter.
The important thing is how to complete this trial
Gao Xuan was a little confused. With this identity and in this world, what exactly did the Nine-Revolution Divine Cicada mean
Lao Fei dragged Gao Xuan's hand and pulled him up. He saw that Gao Xuan was still a little confused, so he asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital for an X-ray..."
Gao Xuan covered his head and said, "I have a concussion. Do you think I'm okay?"
"You want to blackmail me for money?"
Lao Fei reacted quickly. He took a step back and covered his pocket. "Don't even think about it."
The other guys who were standing nearby watching the fun burst into laughter.
Lao Fei waved his chubby little hand and said, "You can watch after you pay. Hurry up and do what you need to do. The boxing gym doesn't want idle people."
Everyone dispersed with a smile, and Lao Fei dragged Gao Xuan to sit aside and said, "Lao Gao, listen to me, let's forget about this. Yu Xiaoming is a very promising boxer, and the boxing gym attaches great importance to him. You know."
The boxing gym doesn’t look at who is right, it only weighs who is more valuable.
Gao Xuan is just a sparring partner, worthless. Whether he has any opinions or not is irrelevant. If Gao Xuan dares to cause trouble, the gym will fire him immediately.
"Okay. You have the final say."
Gao Xuan would not bother with such a small matter. The most urgent task was to figure out the situation and find a way out of the impasse.
"Good brother, you've suffered a loss this time."
Lao Fei sighed and patted Gao Xuan on the shoulder. He took out a wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Gao Xuan's pocket: "Go back and have something good."
Having said that, Lao Fei shook his head and left.
In the past, Gao Xuan was hot-tempered and would not tolerate this. Of course, in the past, Gao Xuan was strong and known as a tiger, so he would never be knocked unconscious by a kick.
Gao Xuan is old, and the hero is fading away. This makes Lao Fei sigh.
Gao Xuan sat in the chair, gradually came to his senses and adapted to this body.
There was no source of power in this world, and his spiritual power was completely restricted. He also had no extraordinary power. Fortunately, his spiritual power could still work on himself.
Close combat is very popular in this world. Boxers who can fight well are very popular. World-class professional boxers have an annual income of more than nine figures.
When he was in his prime, he was considered top-notch in the country. Unfortunately, before he reached his peak, his wife had an accident. As a result, he became a waste.
Gao Xuan didn’t quite understand what the original owner of this body was thinking. Would he not live anymore if his wife died
Of course, his wife was stabbed to death in the street, and the original owner had always suspected that it was done by a competitor, but he could never find any evidence.
The world is technologically backward, and there weren't many cameras more than a decade ago. If a case like this hadn't been solved at the time, it would have been unlikely to find the murderer.
Gao Xuan felt that this brother had a very miserable life, and of course he also had character problems, being too extreme and embarking on the wrong path.
The more setbacks you face, the stronger you become. After you recover from the blow and win the championship, with honor and money, it will be much easier to take revenge.
What other effect can it have if I continue to sink into depravity like this, other than making my enemies happy
Gao Xuan sorted out his situation, but still couldn't find any clues. He covered his head and went into the locker room, took a shower, and then found his own clothes to change into.
This guy was dressed very casually, just a T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and thick-soled combat boots. A typical hobo outfit.
Gao Xuan looked at himself in the mirror. His facial features were similar to his own. He was handsome when he was young. But he was old and his life was decadent, so the muscles on his face were loose and could not hold up.
The human face is very delicate, and even a single muscle imbalance can be seen. When the muscles become a little loose when we age, the eyebrows and eyes will change.
Gao Xuan can’t be said to be ugly now, but his eyes are cloudy, his eyebrows are a little droopy, and he looks dejected.
After decades of exercise, his body is barely in good shape, but his belly is bulging and his muscles are losing their lines. Fortunately, he is tall, so even if he has more fat, his body shape is not too ugly.
The area where Yu Xiaoming had hit her leg was swollen, and her head looked a little deformed. Fortunately, her hair was long enough to cover it.
"It's a bit miserable to live like this..."
Gao Xuan also sighed in his heart. With such a bleak life, there was no hope at all. It was no wonder that people would fall into depravity.
At this time, Yu Xiaoming and two young boxers walked in. The three of them were only wearing training shorts, with clear muscle lines on their naked upper bodies, and they exuded a masculine aura.
Yu Xiaoming saw Gao Xuan in front of the mirror and sneered, "Old Gao, if you can't afford to play, don't be a sparring partner. You got knocked down and you still want me to apologize, have some shame."
Without Lao Fei, Yu Xiaoming had no scruples. He had always disliked Gao Xuan and wanted to teach him a lesson. But he was forced to apologize, which made him even angrier.
Gao Xuan actually didn't want to pay attention to Yu Xiaoming. No matter what the other party's reasons were for making things difficult for him, it didn't matter.
This world itself is illusory, or it is constructed by Jiuzhuan Tianchan. His competition with Yu Xiaoming is just like competing with an NPC in a game, which is meaningless.
For him, the key is to complete the mission. But the other party is obviously trying to take advantage of him. The more he ignores him, the more trouble he will have.
Gao Xuan walked over with his face almost touching the other person's face. He was a few centimeters taller than Yu Xiaoming and weighed more than 20 kilograms. In terms of size, he seemed to have the advantage.
What is truly terrifying is Gao Xuan’s eyes, which are deep, cold, and without a trace of human emotion.
Yu Xiaoming and Gao Xuan have known each other for a long time. He has seen Gao Xuan's arrogance, his decadence and depression, and his drunkenness, but he has never seen such a sharp and incisive Gao Xuan.
At that moment, Yu Xiaoming's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible force. He was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Little brat, you go your way and I go mine. Don't mess with me."
Gao Xuan said this as he pushed Yu Xiaoming away and walked away.
Yu Xiaoming was stunned for a moment before he flew into a rage. He was actually afraid of this piece of trash. This made him feel ashamed and angry.
He clenched his fist and yelled at Gao Xuan's back: "Waste, I will beat you to death tomorrow, believe it or not..."
(End of this chapter)