Resurrection Empire

Ren Zhong calmly raised his arm and put it on Chen Hanyu's leg.

He wasn't doing this to get some money, but he wanted to check the time on his watch.

It is now 5:47:22 pm on day 15.

A total of 59 seconds have passed since waking up.

So, the exact wake-up time is 5:46:21 pm.

The time of his last death was uncertain, but the time when everyone walked out of the mine and saw Lin Wang and the others after a day of hunting in the abandoned mine was around 5:20 pm on the 45th day.

So after this death, the time back is exactly thirty days, exactly one second.

At this time, the atmosphere in the carriage was still warm and full of vitality.

Everyone is still immersed in the joy of the harvest, looking forward to tomorrow and the invisible, more distant future.

Only Ren Zhong is different.

Listening to the conversation in his ears and feeling the reality that everyone was still alive, he couldn't help but think of the tragic battle that had just passed.

The next moment, it was as if the adrenaline hormones in the body that surged wildly during the bloody battle followed the memory across time and space and returned to this situation.

His heartbeat gradually accelerated uncontrollably, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

There were too many things hidden in his heart, and Ren Zhong felt confused and confused for a while.

He simply didn't care about what others were talking about or how they arranged themselves behind the scenes, and just closed his eyes again.

He needed some time to collect his thoughts and calm down.

In his memory, a few minutes ago, he and everyone were trying their best to fight a battle that was almost impossible to win.

The fight was won.

But it can also be said that the battle was lost.

Except for the death of Ou Youning, the stupid blaster who died behind the cliff of the abandoned mine, he didn't see the death of everyone very clearly. The death of everyone else in the team was as clear as a knife in his mind.

Bai Feng was stabbed in the chest and died.

Wen Lei's head was shot.

Zheng Tian's neck was broken and her head flew several meters.

Chen Hanyu's death was the most shocking.

Her body was smashed to pieces by the terrifying reaction force of the Manticore's heavy sniper.

Her body was torn apart.

There was also the young man Yu Jin who was not present at this moment, but was immersed in flames like a phoenix.

Even though everything has settled, even if others don't know anything about it, in Ren Zhong's heart, those scenes are too close, too close, and too clear.

It took him a long time to slowly calm down.

Ren Zhong, who was lying on Chen Hanyu's lap, had a dream-like delusion while listening to other people's gossip.

No matter what, it's good to be alive.

Ren Zhong moved his head slightly and changed to a more comfortable pillow position to make it easier to think.

Chen Hanyu did not spray perfume, but Ren Zhong smelled a faint fragrance from her long, elastic legs.

Compared with the tiring running of others in the team, Chen Hanyu, who is only responsible for dismantling chips, hardly sweats during daily hunting.

It's not as mysterious as natural body odor. The scent on her body must be the residue of laundry detergent.

This aroma made Ren Zhong's thoughts become clearer again.

Although he couldn't figure out the reason for a while, this was the first time he felt the real flow of time since his first resurrection in the freezer.

Unconsciously and silently, the gear scale of my own time began to rotate.

History has turned a heavy page.

He realized that he had truly lost half a month.

He felt a little empty.

Recalling all the details in the first half month of his last resurrection, Ren Zhong asked himself, and thought that he had done a pretty good job.

But with his perfectionist personality, he actually feels that there is still room for improvement.

It's a pity that time is like a song, and running water never rots. Even if there are regrets, they are destined to be regrets.

At the same time, Ren Zhong was feeling happy again.

Although I don’t know the reason, at least I have concluded that the time back after resurrection is a full month.

Every time before, I started in the frozen warehouse because I didn't live for a month and didn't touch the other end of the timeline.

Fortunately, I didn't leave this time and chose the extreme squeeze opening.

Otherwise, many years later, when I become famous, I will return to the ruins of Xinghuo Town where the bones are filled with bones, and my dream of committing suicide to make up for my regrets will become a fantasy.

This time I followed the call of my heart and made a choice that seemed crazy but was actually the right one. I did not leave any eternal regrets because of my momentary weakness and sneaky thoughts.

…

"Mr. Ren, Mr. Ren, wake up. We are in town."

Chen Hanyu's slightly awkward and awkward reminder came from above Ren Zhong's head.

In fact, Chen Hanyu had already realized that he was awake the moment Ren Zhong secretly looked at his watch.

But she took things in another direction.

She took Ren Zhong's movement of looking at his watch as the guy wanted to use his hands to feel the elasticity of his thighs more clearly.

Chen Hanyu was embarrassed, but it was difficult to remind her.

She too felt confused.

Everyone in the team felt that Mr. Ren and Manager Ju were having sex every night, and he was definitely a sex star who wanted pleasure at the expense of his life.

But Chen Hanyu, who just completed a morning hunt with Ren Zhong this morning, knew very well that things were not what everyone thought.

Mr. Ren is misunderstood, he is not that lustful.

But why did he put his hand on his leg and not take it off?

You are already awake, it’s time to get up!

Why are you still pretending to sleep?

Wait, why are you breathing so heavily!

What are you thinking about?

Are you really taking advantage of me?

Ah this...

How could Chen Hanyu know?

Ren Zhong really didn't have that intention, he just felt that he should pretend to be asleep while pretending to be asleep.

He picked it up and put it down again, it was too deliberate.

The end result is what it is now.

Ren Zhong pretended to sit up straight and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Oh? Are you here?"

Chen Hanyu was very embarrassed by his sudden poor acting skills, so she just turned away silently and pretended that nothing happened.

Zheng Tian glanced at the two of them suspiciously and asked, "Mr. Ren, do you want to go to Xinghuo Resources to sell goods with me, or make your own arrangements?"

Ren Zhong thought for a moment, then looked around at everyone, scanning everyone's faces. A bright smile suddenly broke out on his face, "I won't go. You can go alone. See you in the evening."

"okay!"

After Ren Zhong left alone, Ou Youning muttered: "Brother Ren's smile is so captivating that it makes my hair stand on end. It's just like the way my dad looked at me when I first exploded the Ruin Beast when I was a kid." Son."

Wen Lei slapped him on the forehead, "You are the only one who talks a lot! And you still acknowledge your father everywhere!"

Ou Youning: "Bah! You know nothing! Mr. Ren, that's my grandfather!"

Wen Lei: "That Mr. Ren is talking about friendship with our equals, and you are my grandson?"

Ou Youning: "Get out! Everyone has his own business!"

"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel, please be quiet!" Zheng Tian analyzed: "Maybe it was the first time today that he led us to hunt the third-level ruin beast and we won a great victory. Mr. Ren is simply happy."

Ou Youning thought for a while: "That's right. Speaking of which, during the day, Brother Ren said that the third-level Ruins beast really shocked me. I didn't expect that he actually killed the beam snail as soon as he took action. Tsk tsk."

"Okay, let's go! Go sell the goods!"

Zheng Tian blew a whistle and drove to Xinghuo Resources again.

Here, after Ren Zhong got out of the car, he put his hands in his pockets and went to his cabin.

He just ordered five large dishes at Delicious Food, including three meat dishes, one vegetarian dish and one soup, as well as three large bowls of natural white rice.

The delivery location he chose was his wooden house under a high wall on the edge of the town, which was next door to Yu Jin's house.

Yu Jin was originally going to be invited to join tonight.

In the last battle, Yu Jin gave Ren Zhong indescribable shock and surprise.

Now that he has returned and made a decision, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, Ren Zhong decided to follow his original intention and avoid the tragedy of Yu Jin's mother from happening again.

As for Yu Jin’s growth...

The tenacity of the will of a person who can survive the grief of losing a loved one in that scene, endure the burning pain, and reach that point no longer needs any more proof.

So, is it really necessary to use tragedy to encourage others?

Ren Zhong felt that it was really not necessary.

…

At the door of the simple wooden house, Yu Jin was sitting on a small bench next to his mother's sewing machine.

The old woman was lying on the machine, and the busy sewing machine kept clicking.

Yu Jin was curled up, with his waist hunched, wearing a thimble and a finger in his left hand, holding a small needle and thread in his right hand, threading the needle and thread at a very fast speed on the cuff of a casual suit.

His sewing movements were very fast, but his hands were very steady.

His craftsmanship is sophisticated and refined.

Every stitch is done meticulously, and the clothes that are mended can hardly be seen to have been damaged.

His slightly childish face showed a concentration that was inconsistent with his age, as if what he was repairing was not a cheap piece of clothing, but a rare treasure.

Ren Zhong looked at this peaceful young man from a distance, and felt dazed for a moment, as if he saw a ball of flame on him.

"Yu Jin, what are you doing?"

Ren Zhong walked forward and said hello.

"Ah! Mr. Ren, why are you here?"

Yu Jin suddenly came back to his senses, and hid his needlework and clothes behind his back as if he was a thief with a guilty conscience, his face full of embarrassment.

He lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to raise his eyes to look at Ren Zhong.

When Mr. Ren handed the gun to himself, he once said that he hoped that he would have real combat effectiveness as soon as possible, but now he is doing needlework here.

He felt that Mr. Ren might be about to curse.

At this time, Yu Jin's mother acted more diplomatically.

The old woman quickly stood up from the sewing machine, with a smile on her face and danced to explain to her son: "Mr. Ren, why are you here? It's like this, I'm a little busy here, and Yu Jin will have some free time now. I forced him to help. Hahahaha, this is too difficult for him as a little boy. Hahahaha! Why are you still standing there? Mr. Ren must have something to do with you, so why not put down your things and follow him!"

As she said this, she pulled Yu Jin.

Ren Zhong looked at this slightly worldly old woman with a lowly flattering tone and was slightly startled.

At this moment, he remembered the old man's suicide note.

The other person seemed cowardly, timid, and humbled to the earth, but he actually had the courage to face death.

Ren Zhong smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay. I have nothing to do. It's rare for me to have free time tonight, so I can go home for dinner. Fortunately, we are neighbors, and Yu Jin helped me build a house. Tonight we Let's eat together. I ordered delicious takeout, but I accidentally ordered too much. I can't finish it by myself."

"Ah this..."

The old woman was dumbfounded.

Almost no one among the poor people at the bottom of the town has never imagined how delicious fresh food would be.

It is said that the price of a large dish there is enough to feed an ordinary deserter for several months.

The poor people at the bottom have exhausted their brains and cannot imagine how powerful and wealthy the people who can dine in delicious food must be.

The old woman never dreamed that this "elegant man" who had just moved here and paid a huge price to build a house to Yu Jin, and even sold Yu Jin a gun at a bargain price, would be so expensive.

"No, no, no! How can this be done! We don't deserve it, I really don't dare. This favor is too big! No, it's impossible. We've already prepared dinner."

The old woman quickly shook her head and refused.

Yu Jin, who was next to him, also waved his hands in shock, "No, Mr. Ren, you are too polite. You have already helped me a lot."

Ren Zhong straightened his face, "Then you won't give me face?"

Mother and son: "Uh..."

…

Yu Jin, mother and son, sat on both sides of the square dining table. They each put their hands on their knees and sat upright, not daring to speak out loud.

Mother and son struggled to control their eyes and salivary glands.

But the aroma of the fragrant white rice smoke, the spiciness of the boiled meat slices, the fragrance of the pickled bamboo shoots and fish...

This kind of aroma that only exists in imagination constantly stimulates the mother and son, who have only dealt with synthetic food in the Tianlong High-tech cafeteria in their lives.

Ren Zhong greeted and took the lead in picking up the chopsticks, "Eat it, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Only after being forced by Ren Zhongban did the two of them dare to pick up chopsticks.

Two minutes later, Ren Zhong frowned and put down his chopsticks.

Although he greeted her warmly, the mother and son did not touch the five dishes at all, and only used chopsticks to carefully pick out the rice from the rice bowl.

It’s really a choice.

With one chopstick, he picked up three or two grains of rice, then put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, with a feeling of satisfaction on his face.

Ren Zhong rolled his eyes.

He stood up abruptly, picked up the boiled pork slices, shredded pork with sauce, stir-fried cabbage and several other hard vegetables, and poured them into their rice bowls.

When the two of them came to their senses, the rice bowls in front of them had been piled into two hills.

Except for the prickly pickled fish with bamboo shoots, the other three dishes were already empty.

Yu Jin's mother panicked.

She quickly stood up and held her bowl again, wanting to scrape the vegetables back into Ren Zhong's bowl.

But when it came time to take off her chopsticks, she hesitated.

It's not that she doesn't want to part with delicious food, but that she realizes that this is a transgression.

She had no choice but to put down her bowl and chopsticks again, and asked at a loss, "What are you going to eat, Mr. Ren?"

Ren Zhong pressed down his hand and took out his watch, "Is it delicious? Yes, it's me. I just placed an order in the afternoon, yes. Please bring three more dishes. I want the signature dishes, the best three." Urgent. I haven't even finished dinner yet. Do you want to add money? How much? Oh, okay, a total of 45 points, right? I'll transfer it right away."

After hanging up the phone, Ren Zhong pretended to be confused and asked, "Ah? What's wrong? What did you just say?"

The old woman's lips trembled, and she was speechless and choked.

Although she had known that delicious food was expensive, she had only heard about it. She had no clear idea of ​​how expensive it was.

Now she knows.

This meal is enough to feed her for a year and a half.

After dinner, Yu Jin was stayed by Ren Zhong, who only said that he had some things to discuss.

The old woman was so dizzy that she couldn't even remember how she got back to her home.

She recalled the enthusiasm of Ren Zhong at the dinner table, the undisguised appreciation for Jhin in his eyes, and the heroic spirit of Ren Zhong taking pictures of dozens of dishes without batting an eyelid.

Mr. Ren is a big shot!

The background is unimaginably big!

As long as Yu Jin follows him, no matter where he goes in the future, he will be alive and live well!

The old woman rubbed her eyes hard.

There was light in her cloudy eyes.

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This chapter is two and a half hours late. Sorry, I spent too much time on the outline and next ideas during the day. I have to be careful every time I fine-tune the timeline.