Chapter 7 Zhang Tong (2/2)

*Passive Skill List*

[Plot Armor] Cannot be leveled up

- Immune to all natural disease, poisoning and physical attacks.

- After the host become 20 years of age. The host shall be forced summoned back the Netherworld.

System Note: HAXXX! REPORT! BAN HIM!

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'All I have to do is to stay alive for another 5 years.'

'If things go south, I can always run for my life and hide for 5 years.'

'I can't be killed by normal means, so I'm safe even if I were to fight a bear with my bare hands.'

'After that I'll be going back to Hell.'

'Hahaha How irony.'

'Everyone wants to go to Heaven. But here I am wanting to go back to Hell for a booty.'

Tong was happy with the additional skill. He guessed that Medusa did something behind the scenes for him. He did ”PA! PA! PA!” her foster daughter after all.

'Friday … Will she be okay back there?'

'She's probably watching me up there? Or maybe she went back to Hell to castrate some poor sod.'

'But still …'

'Why did the content of the trail turned into this?'

'Wasn't it supposed to be one world : one reincarnater?'

'The messages said ”My son will kill you.”. But whose son is that?'

'Ping's mother? Is that possible?'

'Can she be that powerful enough to tamper the trail?'

'Even Medusa said even the Hell King had no right to alter the content of the trial.'

'Argh what a headache.'

Tong's feet stop in front of a small stone tomb at the back of the village. He swiped several fallen leaves away from the tombstone, weeded out some wild grasses. Then he knelt down, and pray.

”Hey mom, how're you doing?”

”Your son is doing well. Pops is still busying conspiring and scheming as usual.”

”He may be silly. But he is working very hard for everyone.”

”You don't have to worry about pops. I'll protect him.”

”So rest easy mom.”

”We'll be fine.”

Tong smiled, but his eyes sadden. He remembered the day he was born into this world. He managed to open his eyes for few seconds. But those seconds were very precious to him.

That time when Tong opened his eyes, he saw his mother. She was smiling while she was touching his little finger. Tong watched his mother closing her eyes while smiling. She never opened her eyes again since then.

'Even though I knew that everyone here was just a clone of the original world …'

'But to me … you have a soul.'

'And your soul will be living with me, forever.'

Tong stood up and walked out of the tomb. He looked at the blue clear sky and thought.

'I wonder what my parents from the previous life are doing.'

'Medusa and Friday once told me that they couldn't find them in Hell.'

'Are they in Heaven right now?'

'If you are watching me right now, you should be able to read my thought too, right?'

'Mom, dad, I love you!'

Tong didn't know. In Heaven, a pair of male and female angels were watching the broadcasting screen in front of them. They smiled as they were standing side by side, holding hands.

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December 31st.

Tong was wrapping a piece of cloth on a square soft object in a warehouse within his courtyard, which was overwhelm with flowery fragrant.

The thing his Tong's hand was a block of soap. He finished testing the right formula for a fragrant soap 5 years ago. And now he was selling his hand-made soap in secret from the official eyes.

Tong didn't do nothing in these 15 years after he was sent to this world. He opened a business for an extra income for his personal pocket money, just in case he needed it during the Yellow Turban uprising.

But today, Tong didn't care about any politic or future. He was rushing his job, wrapping as many soap as he can. He was informed that an important guest of his were about to arrive.

The guest was actually an important regular customer. He showed up two years ago to buy a dozen boxes of the soap. Then he came back two to three times a year since then. He was one of the rare few that Tong had to treat him with utmost respect.

A servant walked into the warehouse and cupped her hands.

”Young master Tong, Master Hua has arrived.”

”Oh crap! I haven't finished it yet. Tell someone to go and receive him. Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes.”

The servant then rushed out.

A few minutes later, Tong rushed to the guest room, with a human-head-size cloth bag with him.

”I'm sorry I've made you wait, Master Huo.”

”Hahaha, don't be. I've just arrived here.”

The guest who was sitting in the guest room was none other than the divine doctor, Hua Tuo.