When the lightning struck from the sky, the thugs only had time to be startled before they were struck by a massive bolt of lightning.
Wu You, who was on the ground, was so stunned by the blow that he didn't realize anything. He only felt a loud bang followed by a flash of light, and then a burning pain in his body.
Lightning struck Wu You, who was lying on the ground, and the thugs hurriedly jumped or ran to avoid it.
A dozen seconds later, the thugs cautiously gathered around again.
The young man who had just slapped "Wu You" touched his entire body and found that he was unharmed.
Looking up at the sky again, there wasn't a single cloud in the azure expanse.
"I'm actually alright... such a close-range lightning strike!"
Talking to themselves, the group approached the smoking object on the ground.
It was a charred, human-shaped object.
One of the underlings swallowed hard and looked the humanoid object on the ground up and down.
"Boss... Wu You, is he dead?"
The thugs around didn't say a word.
Anyone with eyes can see what happened; they'd believe it even if you told them they were close to someone, let alone someone who died.
"Um... Wu You, this isn't our fault... This lightning was struck down by heaven. If you become a ghost, don't come looking for revenge!"
The leader spoke somewhat timidly to the "corpse" on the ground.
These thugs usually only fight and beat people up, and they mostly use knives to scare people; they have never and dare not cause any deaths.
"What do we do now? Wu You was struck by lightning and died. Will the security team think we committed murder?"
One of the younger brothers asked worriedly.
"No way, we didn't do this! There was thunder!"
"But look, there isn't even a cloud in the sky. If we say he was struck by lightning, people would believe us."
"The thunder was so loud just now, maybe someone saw it?"
The group of thugs became increasingly insecure as they talked, looking distressed. They wanted to leave but felt they couldn't just walk away like that, yet they dared not approach the corpse.
This Earth is not very modernized; there are no televisions or the internet, let alone a large number of movies to watch. But these thugs only instinctively felt that they should dispose of the corpses.
"Found it, found it! A sack of rice and flour, enough to hold it all."
A young henchman hurriedly returned from outside, carrying a brownish-yellow burlap sack.
The group eventually decided to find a place to bury the body. In this day and age, death is not uncommon; people die of starvation and disease, and perhaps they could get away with it.
"Come on, you two, lift your feet."
"Be careful not to bleed."
"How come this skinny kid is so heavy!"
One of the thugs held the sack while several others lifted the corpse, struggling to fit the body, which suddenly seemed several times heavier, into the sack.
"You know, the old folks say that corpses get heavier, and the more you talk about them, the heavier they get..."
"Bang!"
The "corpse" fell to the ground, not because it was frightened by the old man's story about the scoundrel, but because it was genuinely too heavy to lift.
"What... what's going on... Wu You's body is as hard as iron!"
A thug rubbed his palm, revealing a clear red mark.
Looking at the ground again, the thugs' eyes widened in surprise.
The corpses on the ground had smashed several cracks in the ground, as if the ground had been hit from above by a heavy truck weighing over ten tons.
Then the corpse suddenly opened its eyes.
"Ah~" "Ah~ It's come back to life!" "Ah~"
With a few chorus of screams, the thugs, no longer caring about covering up the crime, fled.
...
Wu You sat up from the ground, shook his head, and felt much better afterward.
"Were those the guys who hit me the ones who just ran away? Why are they running?"
My face felt itchy, and when I tried to rub it with my hand, I suddenly realized that my hand was charred black.
"What the hell is that?"
Looking at his other hand, it was also charred black. Looking at his body, it was basically the same, as if someone had poured a big bucket of coal ash into it, mixed it with water, and then dried it. There was also a burnt smell.
Aside from that, I don't feel any pain at all, not even the pain from being beaten up before.
With both hands, he pried at the black patches on his body, easily peeling them off and leaving a pile on the ground.
Afterwards, I discovered that my clothes and shoes had all turned to gray.
As I stood up, I heard a "crackling" sound coming from below, but I assumed it was just the ground being crushed by footsteps, so I didn't pay any attention.
However, it would be awkward not having any clothes. You can't exactly go out completely naked, can you?
Fortunately, there was a burlap sack nearby. With no other choice, Wu You picked up the sack, wondering if he could tear it open and use it as a fig leaf.
With a "ripping" sound.
The burlap sack was easily torn apart like a piece of paper.
'What's going on? This burlap sack is such poor quality? Looks like I'll have to be careful wearing it!'
One minute later, "Wu You," with half of his body wrapped in a sack, cautiously and awkwardly walked out.
Wu You initially thought that wearing a burlap sack against her skin would be very scratchy, but the texture was surprisingly soft and delicate, which made her want to make a garment out of it.
Throughout the process, there was a faint "crackling" sound under my feet, but I didn't pay attention to it considering the charred fragments on the ground.
Once you step outside onto the clean, dust-free cement ground, the sound disappears.
But he didn't notice that on the cement ground he walked on, there were shallow footprints, and if you looked closely, you could even see the patterns on the soles of someone's feet.
Wu You sat on the roof, his gaze fixed on "himself" dressed in a burlap sack.
'Come on, you're so carefree! I'm so smart, why are you so stupid in this parallel universe?'
Looks like I need to help you speed up your cognitive development.
Wu You shrugged helplessly, his gaze drifting towards the road ahead.
...
When "Wu You" walked onto the street, many people, despite being in a hurry, were still drawn to a naked man wrapped in a burlap sack.
"Beep beep beep~~"
A piercing horn blared urgently, and an old, unusual freight truck sped recklessly toward "Wu You".
"Watch out! The brakes and steering wheel have failed!!! Get out of the way!!!"
Pedestrians screamed and moved aside.
As the truck drew closer, Wu You was stunned, but instinctively wanted to get away.
After moving back and forth a few times, the truck came straight at him.
With no way to avoid it, Wu You only had time to assume a defensive stance and mentally shout, "Didn't you say the steering wheel was malfunctioning? How can it still steer towards me!"
Then.
A loud "Bang!"
The truck struck Wu You squarely, instantly bringing the speed down from at least 60 km/h to a complete stop.
The entire front of the car is recessed inward, forming a human shape.
The driver gradually regained consciousness in his seat, and after seeing clearly what was in front of him, he realized that he might still be dizzy and not fully awake.
Wu You was even more bewildered than the driver.
Yes, most of his body was embedded in the truck's front.
When the car crashed, he only felt a jolt and heard a loud bang, then it felt like he had been shoved hard. However, because he had already assumed a defensive posture, he didn't fall back much.
By the time we understood what had happened, things had already turned out this way.
Wu You sat on the roof whistling.
"Brother, this is all I can do for you. Whether you take this opportunity to join the army and be studied, or to become a king or a tyrant, there are several paths you can take."
After saying that, Wu You disappeared again.
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