For the first time ever, I couldn't sleep at night. Youye treated it as a game and felt uncomfortable.

After closing the computer with a snap, You Ye got out of bed and moved the chairs, stools and other items in the room to make a large space.

Take off the jeans and put on a pair of pants, then take off the jacket and leave only a T-shirt.

"drink!"

He made a starting pose and moved twice according to his memory.

Youye wanted to practice the boxing and kicking exercises he had learned as a child, but after the opening moves he didn't know how to continue. He hadn't practiced for so many years that he had long since forgotten them.

"Oh, forget it, I'll learn it next time."

But it would be a bit anticlimactic to end it like this, so with this enthusiasm, Youye did several sets of squats, push-ups and other exercises before stopping.

He tossed and turned for most of the night and suddenly became interested in martial arts. He was either looking up information or practicing martial arts on his own. He even had no time to play with his friends when they asked him to.

It was only half past six the next day when You Yifeng had already gotten up.

Last night, under the influence of alcohol, I confessed my sufferings to an elder whom I rarely see, and poured out all the words that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time, so I slept the best last night.

You Yifeng woke up this morning feeling refreshed and in a rare good mood.

Before washing up, he went out and saw that his son's room was closed. He immediately went to open the door and prepared to wake him up.

“Boom boom boom!”

"Xiao Ye, get up. You have to help your Grandpa Mo find a video today."

Seeing no response from inside the room, he opened the door with a frown, only to find that no one was in the room.

"Dad, what are you calling? I got up a long time ago. Are you sober?"

You Yifeng was a little surprised. This kid usually goes home on vacation and won’t go to bed until one or two o’clock in the morning. He won’t get up until ten or eleven o’clock in the morning. Did he take the wrong medicine today?

You Ye certainly didn't take the wrong medicine, but he was just getting excited, just like when he was in elementary school and his teacher informed him that they would have a spring outing the next day, and he couldn't suppress himself.

Perhaps it was because he had exercised last night, his legs felt a little light, but not sore yet. He knew that the soreness would not appear until another day. He knew this when he practiced martial arts as a child. It takes a long period of adaptation to get back the feeling.

As if to return the favor and with good timing, when You Yifeng finished washing up, Mr. Mo came to his house carrying two large bags of breakfast.

There are all kinds of things, such as pancakes, fried dough sticks, buns, soy milk, and egg rice balls.

"I won't bring any green onions. The ones you grow at home are better than the ones you buy outside. I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought a little of everything. Come on, eat!"

The old man moved out the table and chairs in a very polite manner, and then put breakfast on the table.

You Yifeng was not polite either. Judging from what happened yesterday, the breakfast was completely eaten up.

During breakfast, You Ye called him "Grandpa Mo" left and right in such an affectionate way that it gave his father goose bumps.

When breakfast was almost ready, Youye finally took out his cell phone.

"Grandpa Mo, that chopstick flying hidden weapon last night was your work, right?"

Only then did You Yifeng realize that there was such an incident last night, but he didn't even notice it.

After carefully watching the video on his son's phone, his expression became serious. Unlike his son, he had practiced martial arts seriously and had worked hard to reach the highest level of martial arts.

How is it possible to achieve this kind of flying chopsticks technique?

The house is built with solid bricks, which requires a lot of strength.

When Mr. Mo saw it, he was like, young people are young people, they actually took photos and videos when they discovered it.

"Hahahaha, I'm an old man and I'm just itching to show off my skills. Please excuse my embarrassment."

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, Grandpa Mo you are so awesome! This hand is stronger than a bullet. If my grandfather were still alive, would he have this ability?"

Mr. Mo thought about it and nodded at him.

"If your grandfather hadn't collapsed due to the injuries he sustained during the war, he would have been able to hold on until today's breakthrough!"

If You Xianquan were still alive, he would have developed this good friend into Shuguang long ago. Isn't it natural for him to have such ability?

However, the meaning sounded slightly different to the You family father and son.

You Yifeng even felt his face burning. The elder's move was obviously a slap in the face, and it was a very loud slap.

…

The West Province TV Station is in Yuancheng, which is more than 200 kilometers away from Gaocheng. They can't buy suitable train tickets and there is no high-speed rail between the two cities. If they want to go there, the best option is to drive.

You Ye directly used the mobile phone app to find a ride, and then set off with his father and Mr. Mo.

Before leaving, I did not forget to take a photo and send it to the group, calling it a "journey to find family secrets."

The ride was a Buick commercial vehicle, which passed Gaocheng and stopped at a square in the city center to wait for Youye and the others.

In addition to the driver, there were two couples and the driver's Border Collie on the bus.

Seeing Youye and the others approaching, the driver honked the horn.

The people on the bus introduced themselves to each other and got to know each other briefly. The journey lasted for several hours, so they always had to chat.

"Master, you have a really good temperament."

"Yes, it's very master-like."

While other people in the car started chatting, Mr. Mo just smiled.

You Ye wanted to brag a little, but seeing that the old man didn't mean to say anything, he changed the topic to something else.

After driving for two hours, the car circled on a mountain road.

The driver was a middle-aged man who was chatting very happily with You Yifeng, but the cars in front suddenly slowed down.

“Beep~beep~beep~”

The sound of horns could be heard from time to time, but the speed of cars around was getting slower and slower, and even stopped at the back.

The driver, Uncle Zhou, got out of the car and ran to the cars stuck in front to inquire about the news.

"Dude, what's going on? We're stuck on the mountain with no village or shop nearby."

The drivers also looked complaining.

"That's right. I heard there was a big accident up ahead and the police are handling it."

"Did they inform me when it will be ready?"

Uncle Zhou was a little anxious. If this happened, it would delay the class for half a day.

At this moment, a driver came running from the front and shouted at the side.

"Something big has happened!!! Something big has happened!!! One kilometer ahead, there are not only traffic police but also PLA soldiers!! I don't know if they are trying to capture some criminals, but there is a heavy truck and a tanker truck lying there, the plums in the truck are scattered halfway, and the tanker truck is leaking oil. We can't get through this for a while!!!"

"Oh my god! It's so cruel. What happened? Are there any casualties?"

Uncle Zhou asked in surprise.

"I didn't see it clearly. I just looked from a distance, but half of the truck had crashed into the hillside. Alas! The driver probably got into trouble. He was persuaded to leave by the auxiliary police, but he couldn't leave for an hour or two!"

The drivers around all had gloomy and sympathetic expressions on their faces.

You Ye and the others waited in the car for a while, and after about ten minutes they saw the driver, Uncle Zhou, coming back.

"How's it going, Lao Zhou? What's going on?"

Shaking his head helplessly, Uncle Zhou told the news and summarized it at the end.

"It's impossible to go to Yuancheng for lunch. Let's just have some snacks. We can't drive for a while. Let's not talk about the big truck. It will take some time to clean up the oil."

Everyone in the car was sighing.

Since he had nothing to do anyway, the driver wanted to take the dog out of the car for a walk.

“Wuwu… Wuwu…”

The Border Collie whimpered softly. This normally energetic dog was now unwilling to get out of the car.

Old Man Mo frowned. Animals and livestock are the most spiritual. Sometimes even the evolvers cannot sense it, but some spiritual animals can feel something.

…

One and a half kilometers ahead, two heavy vehicles overturned on the side of the road. The gap in the tanker truck had been urgently blocked. A new tanker truck was transferring the oil. There was also a small suction vehicle using a special plate to absorb the oil leaking from the ground. There were also firefighters carrying equipment and spraying dispersants and the like in the back.

The driver of the tanker truck has been sent for medical treatment, but the truck driver is missing and several scratches were found on the door.

In addition to traffic police and firefighters, there are indeed soldiers, and their number is not small. Not only are they all equipped with weapons, but they are all equipped with live ammunition.

Some of the people on the surrounding mountains have already dispersed in groups.

Several people wearing special military uniforms, some military officers and some police officers stood on the hillside on one side of the truck.

An agent places his hand on a particular footprint on the hillside.

It was a plum blossom seal, belonging to a large cat.

In comparison, it was about the same size as his palm.

"Such a large footprint, could it be a larger tiger?"

Another forest police officer looked down at the mark and thought for a moment.

"There shouldn't be wild tigers in the Taihang area. It could be a leopard, but the footprints are a bit exaggerated!"

Several military officers nearby looked unhappy. This area was supervised by them, so they were naturally responsible for the incident.

Seeing their unhappy faces, the agent said something to comfort them.

"We are short of manpower right now. It is already very difficult for you to control a hundred kilometers of land with a regiment of troops. If you do more surveillance, your superiors won't blame you too much. The key is to find the 'murderer'!"

In some restricted areas for tourists, "isolation nets" have been set up with strong colors and extremely obvious artificial traces, and scent agents are sprayed regularly to inform wild animals that they cannot approach there.

Normally wild animals would actively avoid humans when seeing traces of humans, but this time it was obviously different.

Of course, the special security team agents did not rule out the possibility that it was a mutated monster from another world.