Chapter 426 Finale

The troubles caused by those who created the Eight Miracles were no less than those in Changsha.

The Zhang family even has a member with the surname "Sheng" who is good at medicine. He was a traveling doctor who was known to be able to "revive the dead and turn bones into flesh". Before he retired from the world during the war, he was once sought out by Wu Gensheng.

Feng Baobao's current condition is not truly immortal. The ceremony that year only awakened the special blood in her body and purified the blood concentration to the peak that she can bear.

According to Zhang Moyu's speculation, Feng Baobao's natural lifespan would be between five hundred and six hundred years. If she maintained good health, or gave up "qi" and practiced traditional qi-refining methods, her lifespan could be extended by several hundred more years.

Zhang Chulan inexplicably picked up a girlfriend who was not very smart, and he felt both happy and unhappy.

Good news: My girlfriend is very skilled in fighting, has a simple personality, means what she says, is pretty and has a good figure.

Bad news: My girlfriend is very stubborn and has mixed her common sense with a lot of weird things. Her family is not easy to deal with and she has a tendency to be violent.

The most important thing is that this ageless girl is almost sixty years older than him!

To be honest, apart from the fact that the other party seems to be not very smart, he still likes Feng Baobao very much.

Pretty and well-behaved, with high fighting power, simple and easy to deceive, and with official connections.

To be honest, if he wants to become the second or third in command in the Zhang family in the future, marrying such a wife will definitely be a great help.

But Zhang Chulan thought about it over and over again, and always felt heavy-hearted, as if he had an ancestor by his side.

There's an age gap of over sixty years. They say a woman three years older than her husband is a treasure trove of gold bricks. He has over twenty gold bricks...

You know what, it's a bit heavy to hold...

However, this feeling was quickly dispelled by him, because when they talked about this issue by chance, Zhang Molan gave him some popular science about the lifespan of people with special bloodlines, and laughed at him very badly, saying that when he died of old age, the trees on his grave might be twenty meters high, while the girl would still be alive like a pretty young girl.

What does it mean to kill someone and destroy their heart?

Do you know that the lifespan of an immortal starts from two hundred years?

Apart from the one who is cheating, the oldest person in their family is almost 450 years old.

The inexperienced Zhang Chulan was successfully shocked, and his worldview was refreshed for the second time. After asking himself how long he could live with this blood concentration, he fell silent.

It's so funny. What's the point of him caring about the fact that his girlfriend is more than 60 years older than him?

Judging from their natural lifespans, the girl can easily survive him until he dies of old age and still have a second life. What is he worried about?

This love can be discussed!

While the younger generations are studying hard and planning to fall in love, the older generation has already started to enjoy retirement.

Their original plan to expand the family business was completed ahead of schedule, and the remaining development would require time, gradual accumulation, and the sedimentation of foundation.

In addition to Zhang Zhiyi and Zhang Zhixuan, one is doing scientific research and the other is developing the country.

The other people, including Zhang Benling, began to have less work to do and entered a period of stable development. Many people who had been drafted into the army were released.

But people cannot be too idle, especially capable and active people like them, who are prone to causing trouble if they are idle.

Then after much discussion, Xie Yuchen finally came up with a good idea, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.

Some of them are bored, so why not take some time to contribute to their company and pick out the most lively ones to join the entertainment industry.

It just so happens that the family can develop more in the media field. If they have to fight a public opinion war, they can spend less money.

And as we all know, this thing makes money!

Even if we take a step back and say that if their family produces a few best actors or actresses, then when they need to promote something and find spokespersons, it would be much better to give them directly to their own family members so that the benefits remain within the family.

Anyway, they themselves are the capital, and they don’t have to worry about the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry. Moreover, with their faces, figures, and acting skills, why would they raise poisonous insects at home and harm their own family members?

If you have nothing to do, you can just take a couple of photos or do a live broadcast, be a male Bodhisattva, and post them on the Internet to benefit all living beings!

Anyway, this thing doesn't require much effort and makes money quickly. With all the beauties in their family, even if they just stare blankly on the live broadcast, there will be people watching.

So, naturally, after just a few weeks of training, the Zhang family boy group debuted one after another.

Um……

Directed by Zhang Benling and Zhang Moyu, the "classical dance troupe" consists of more than a dozen handsome guys from the "Rui" generation.

They all look thin when dressed and have muscles when undressed. The bone shrinking technique creates a flexible figure, and the traditional ventriloquism and false sounds are ever-changing. They are a killer in the entertainment singing and dancing circle.

They professionally reproduce the famous songs of ancient courtesans, classical court dance and music, and are carefully selected based on the aesthetic tastes of our ancestors. Their combat effectiveness is quite strong, and even many official media are optimistic about them. Every work of theirs is a classic.

The "Hai" generation is the leader, with two or three "Shan" generations joining in the fun, forming the "Shanhai combination".

The main feature of their group is rebellion. They use classical instruments to play rock, DJ opera, and a cyberpunk version of "Nichang Yuyiqu". Each of their works is at the forefront of fashion.

In addition to the fanatical fans who particularly like their works, there are also the black fans who find their works unacceptable. They make their own group very popular and yet they refuse to change their bad habits, claiming to have their own characteristics. No one knows when they will destroy themselves.

There are also more than a dozen people who have gone solo to act, but only two of them have become really famous.

One is Xie Yuchen, who feels that he has too much free time and is almost decadent because of drinking tea and singing opera every day.

He followed this group of trendsetters from the Zhang family and enthusiastically entered the entertainment industry. He liked to take on various elegant and scheming roles, or beautiful, strong, tragic and heart-wrenching roles.

Another person who became popular unexpectedly was Zhang Molan, who came here purely for fun.

At first, the cast of the show that Xie Yuchen joined had a problem and they were short of a villain, so they pulled him in to save the day.

That was a villain character who was ruthless and arrogant. Zhang Molan could be said to have played the role completely in his true character, and he played the role to perfection.

After the show aired, a large number of fans jumped in for various reasons: some were fans of the original novel, some liked his domineering temperament, some were attracted by his acting skills, some were bewitched by his looks, and some were seduced by his figure...

Then Zhang Molan thought acting was quite fun, so he took on the role of an arrogant and contemptuous young master.

Then there was another group of fanatical fans who howled and shouted, "Master, I want to be your dog."

After that, he took on several similar villain scripts, and Zhang Molan inexplicably won the Best Actor award and became the most popular person in the family on the Internet.

It's just that his fans seem to be a little off. They're always shouting things like "Brother, step on me" and "Brother, scold me" or "Welcome the leader" and "The Tao is fading and the demons are rising, may the Demon Lord live for thousands of years."

The mental state is very beautiful.

——The end of the play

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Zhang Family Secret History 01: Lan Yu's First Encounter

According to the Zhang Family History, in the spring of the 123rd year of the "Luo" generation.

Zhang Molan just turned 100 this year and is about to be thrown out to the wild by the old man in his family. He is in a very bad mood.

Don't think he doesn't know that every one of those old elders in the clan has been planning to throw him out of the family and clan land for a long time.

Seriously, didn’t he just accidentally demolish two buildings and damage a few experimental breeding fields?

At most, someone from another family came to provoke him, and he hit a little too hard during the fight, but the person didn't die, so he just needed to recuperate for a few more years. I don't know why they were so cold and rude to him all day long!

A bunch of bastards who are always telling tales, and a bunch of busybodies who want to meddle in everything, would take advantage of their status to find fault with him in all kinds of ways, and the patriarch would not do anything about it.

Humph, just wait, he will seize power and usurp the throne sooner or later!

Touching his hair which was half burned by the flames when he set fire in the cave not long ago, and thinking of his ugly hairstyle now, Zhang Molan angrily kicked away a small stone that was blocking his way and wanted to find his good brother Zhang Mochen to complain.

As a result, as soon as I stepped into the other party's yard, I saw a handsome boy with long hair tied in a waist-high ponytail and a somewhat childish face. He left with red eyes and a depressed look on his face.

The black hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against his wrist, leaving a subtle and soft touch.

Zhang Molan paused, turned his head to look at the boy's back, a hint of eagerness to try flashed across his eyes.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. Zhang Molan turned around and saw Zhang Mochen looking at him expressionlessly.

"If you treat me as a brother, then don't bother with it. Go and bother other people. He's still a child. If he cries, you have to comfort him. It's troublesome."

"It's okay. I won't be the one to take care of the baby anyway. It's the job of those old guys to take care of the baby."

Zhang Molan looked indifferent.

"Don't make a fuss, that's my brother. The little guy is still longing for family affection. I'm afraid that he will feel wronged and come over to hug me and cry."

His parents didn't have the patience to take care of the child, and he didn't want to. The elders in the clan took good care of the child, but he raised him a little too naive.

The Zhang family generally does not know how to raise children. Eighty to ninety percent of the children in the family have gone through this. Occasionally, one or two children will come out looking for fatherly or motherly love, which is normal.

This child didn't know from which elder he learned that he was his biological brother, and also found out that the breath-retaining jade token on his neck was carved by himself, so he came over eagerly to ask to touch it.

So silly and cute.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was busy before, but now I'm free. Go ahead and do your thing. I'm leaving now."

Zhang Molan said hello and left. After turning around on the small road, he followed the smell and found Zhang Moyu, who was sitting in the library, quietly reading a book with his head down, in a depressed mood and in a daze.

After checking that there was no one around and the clan elder in charge of flipping through the books was not there, Zhang Molan curled up a playful smile and took out his dagger that could cut through iron like mud. He restrained his breath, lightened his steps, and slowly approached.

Zhang Molan carefully and slowly gathered Zhang Moyu's long hair in his hands, and gently stroked the dagger along the hair rope.

The goal is achieved, and the enemy retreats with one strike.

Zhang Molan wrapped her one-meter-long, silky hair around her arms twice, covered it with her wide sleeves, and left the library as if nothing had happened.

Isn't this a coincidence? His long hair was damaged by smoke and fire a few days ago, and his current hairstyle doesn't look good. Then he came across the best material for making wigs. It's hard not to be tempted.

Kids in their twenties and thirties had no guard at all, so he easily succeeded.

Zhang Molan hummed a little tune, his mood quickly turned from gloomy to cheerful, and he went back to his room in a nonchalant manner to make a wig for disguise.

This hair feels so good, I can tell it's been carefully cared for as soon as I touch it...

In the library, Zhang Moyu was in a low mood for a while, then he comforted himself.

It’s okay. No one claimed his friends anyway. They were all supported by the elders of the clan and received the same treatment. Blood relatives were not that important. He just didn’t think it through for a moment.

Although his brother was very cold to him, he did not drive him away. He calmly helped him analyze his current living situation and future development directions.

His brother was still very good to him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Moyu unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth into a shy smile and decided to come and play with his brother when he has time.

It was about time for the clan school teaching. Zhang Moyu stood up and prepared to leave. As soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt as if something was wrong, as if something was missing.

One hand subconsciously reached for the back of his head and felt a prickly little tuft of hair on his head.

Zhang Moyu was stunned for two seconds, put down his hand and looked at the front of his eyes, then pinched the short tuft of hair on his head that was only a stubble left. Thinking of how he had carefully cared for his hair and finally grew it so long, his eyes instantly turned red.

The full tears fell one after another like beads that had fallen off the string.

"What's the matter, child? Why are you crying?"

Hearing the crying, an elder who was sorting books on the second floor hurried down to check the situation.

Zhang Moyu turned around when he heard the voice, and vaguely saw the elder of the Lanwang tribe walking towards him quickly. He immediately burst into tears and spoke with sobs.

"Lan, Lanwang clan elder, my hair is gone, I've become ugly..."

Looking at the young boy crying, Zhang Lanwang walked forward with a distressed look on his face to comfort him gently.

"Don't be sad, little Mo Yu. Your hair can grow back. In a year or two, you'll be the most beautiful child in the Zhang family again.

Listen to the elders, go back to class first, and let them investigate this matter. Find out which brat cut your hair, and I'll beat him to death!"

"Um……"

Zhang Moyu came back to his senses from his excitement, responded in a low voice with some embarrassment, then pulled Zhang Lanwang's sleeve and swung it slightly.

"Well...thank you in advance, elders of the Lanwang clan. Sorry to bother you."

"No trouble, good boy, go to class."

Zhang Lanwang touched Zhang Moyu's head tenderly and lovingly, pinched the little tuft of hair on his head calmly, patted his shoulder lightly, and watched him leave.

After the people walked away, he turned around with a gloomy face and began to investigate who was the shameless person who actually played a prank on the children.

Is it because there is not enough training, or not enough tasks? He has nothing to do all day and just keeps making trouble!

An hour later, Zhang Molan was summoned to the clan leader and was scolded.

Zhang Molan's mood turned from sunny to cloudy, and he turned around with a gloating look on his face, and saw Zhang Moyu, who had a look of gloating and a little anger in his eyes.

Someone standing beside him sighed silently in his heart, looking at the elder of the Lanwang clan with a helpless and disgusted look on his face.

Zhang Molan and Zhang Moyu looked at each other, and as their eyes met, a small flame began to burn. The signs of their future love and hate were already there at this moment.

Zhang Family Secret History 02: Tragedy Caused by Poisonous Mushrooms

According to the Zhang Family History, in the summer of the 193rd year of the "Luo" generation.

Recently, Zhang Moyu discovered that he seemed to have some extraordinary talent in research, and for a while he found many research topics for himself besides the family courses.

For example, he recently had an interesting idea to help herbs overcome their survival difficulties by trying to transform them into poisonous weeds.

However, he found that perhaps his current knowledge was not enough, resulting in inadequate breeding techniques, and most of the herbs were killed by him.

There are only a few small seedlings left, still struggling tenaciously on the brink of life and death, looking half-dead.

Because of this incident, he was scolded by the elders of his family, who said he was wasting resources.

Zhang Moyu stayed at home alone, thinking for a long time. He felt that he was still young and maybe he should challenge some lower difficulty ones first, so he set his sights on... mushrooms.

Easy to raise, grows fast and has low cost.

In order to grow bigger, better, more beautiful poisonous mushrooms with more stable production, Zhang Moyu chose a culture soil made of corpse fluid mixed with grave soil, found a lot of mushroom mycelium, and experimented with them one by one.

By the way, we can also study the principle of zombie resurrection, whether it is due to some kind of neurotoxin, special mycelium, or some mysterious gas.

The results of this experiment were better than the last time. Various colorful mushrooms popped out one by one.

But after careful inspection by Zhang Moyu, he found that the toxin intensity of the mushrooms produced in this way was qualified, but the variety containing toxins was quite unstable.

Not even two mushrooms of similar toxicity could be found.

Zhang Moyu was very disappointed, but he soon found something fun again.

That is to feed the chickens with poisonous mushrooms and then give them medicine to keep them alive.

Not only does it save materials, but it also improves your medical skills and allows you to try to cultivate the chickens' resistance to poisons. Maybe you can even raise a new breed of chicken that is immune to all poisons. It's really killing two birds with one stone!

As for what the chicken thinks, it doesn’t matter!

As long as he is happy, that's enough.

So after another two months of hard work and after sacrificing a batch of chicks, Zhang Moyu successfully raised three chickens that were suspected to be immune to all poisons.

Why is it suspected?

That's because although these three chickens are still alive, can eat, drink, run and jump, their eyes are visibly dull and their reactions are more than a beat slower than normal chickens.

Zhang Moyu suspected that there was still some poison in them that had not been removed, but he had no idea what it was.

So he made a bold decision and killed one at random as a midnight snack.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. You will know whether it is poisonous or not by trying it.

Anyway, there are many people in the family who are skilled in traditional Chinese medicine. Even if someone has one foot in hell, they can be pulled back. With someone to back them up, they can do whatever they want.

The young and brave little Qilin is not afraid at all!

In the evening, when Zhang Moyu was roasting chicken in the woods, he was seen by Zhang Molan who had just returned from a mission.

Zhang Molan rushed back overnight and happened to have not eaten dinner. Seeing this, he hid in the dark. He came out only after Zhang Moyu roasted the chicken and directly activated one of his innate skills, robbing.

After finishing the job, he still teased the helpless and furious kid. Zhang Moyu was so angry that he clenched his fists and barely managed to suppress the urge to punch him.

There was no way out. He couldn't beat them, and he couldn't take it back by force. He could only endure it. Zhang Moyu was angry and silently kept the grudge in his heart.

But then again, there is something wrong with the ingredients, this barbecue is definitely unhealthy!

Just give it to him if he wants it. He doesn't have to use himself as a test subject.

Zhang Moyu said nothing, not even mentioning that the chicken might be poisonous.

Ever since Zhang Molan cut his hair when he was a child, the two have never gotten along.

Perhaps because he has a bit of a bad taste in bullying the weak, Zhang Molan often likes to tease Zhang Moyu.

In the early years, Zhang Moyu was amused by him and cried several times. Later, he worked hard to become stronger. Knowing that he would never be able to win in a fight, he began to use unconventional methods such as medicine, poison, and mechanism to fight to the death. He tried every possible way to poison and trap Zhang Molan and trick him.

None of them are fatal, just to make him feel uncomfortable.

Even because the antidote in the Zhang family's inventory was made public, Zhang Molan could resolve the poison in a short time by just reading it out. Zhang Moyu was forced to constantly innovate and develop new prescriptions.

The exquisite combination, novel ideas and miraculous medicinal effects made the elders of the family praise him as a talent.

Just like that, because of Zhang Molan's vicious words and dirty hands, a generation of poison doctors was forced to show their prowess at a young age.

However, it is not entirely true to say that the relationship between the two has reached a very bad level.

On the one hand, Zhang Molan had poor academic performance and no friends. He was not prepared at all when he went out. He was penniless and had to rely on force to suppress any problems.

After the kind-hearted Zhang Moyu found out, he often sent him some homemade poisons, medicines with various effects, and homemade small hidden weapons, which made it easier for Zhang Molan to go out on missions.

On the other hand, Zhang Moyu's fighting performance was among the worst in the family. Once, he was severely beaten by his peers. When Zhang Molan saw it, he clenched his fists and attacked him directly.

The sentence "I can't bear to hit the little brat, but I will skin anyone who hits him hard" made the two famous among the younger generation of the family.

After all, Zhang Molan's brutality is well-known in the Zhang family. Isn't what he said typical that only soldiers are allowed to set fires, but civilians are not allowed to light lamps!

As a result, other people started looking at Zhang Moyu in a strange way. If you can't beat them, just hug them. Can't you afford to lose, kid?

Regarding this matter, Zhang Moyu seemed to be hesitant to speak, unable to put it into words and unable to defend himself.

Later, Zhang Molan taught Zhang Moyu hand in hand, and after more than ten years, he brought Zhang Moyu's martial arts performance from the bottom ten to the middle and lower level.

Although the two of them are usually a bit rude in their words, they seem like bad friends when they are together.

Zhang Moyu felt relieved when he saw that Zhang Molan did not feel any discomfort after eating a whole chicken.

Although the chicken is a little weird, it doesn't seem to be poisonous at the moment.

To be on the safe side, he waited for a day. After confirming that Zhang Molan was fine, he threw the remaining two chickens into the back mountain where the family raised chickens and no longer took care of them.

Because he had a new idea to research, trying to hybridize spiders and scorpions...

Two weeks passed in a flash, and it was time for the family gathering.

In recent days, people in the family have often had stomach upsets, but no tests have shown that they have been poisoned, and no one knows what the problem is.

Zhang Moyu has been staying in his room these days, concentrating on his research and ignoring what is happening outside.

That night, the family held a banquet, and the clan territory became unusually lively and had a more homely feel.

As a result, less than an hour after the meal, some tribesmen began to feel uncomfortable in their stomachs and hurried to the public toilet.

There were people gathered in front of several public toilets, and I couldn't help but run to the back mountain to find a secluded place to deal with the important matters in my life.

That night, no one knew who had "poisoned" the tribe, but seven out of ten people were infected, suffering from diarrhea until their legs became weak, and the entire tribe was filled with an ominous smell.

The next day, the clan leader ordered a thorough investigation and mobilized the entire clan, eventually turning their attention to the chickens raised in the back mountain.

After taking a closer look at the survey results, Zhang Luoyi, the clan leader, was so angry that he laughed.

Zhang Moyu used corpse poison to raise poisonous mushrooms, and then used the poisonous mushrooms to raise chickens. The chickens carrying the corpse poison infected other chickens, eventually leading to this tragedy.

Caught off guard, all the family members except for a dozen people with extremely high blood concentrations were infected. The kid's unintentional action directly dealt a fatal blow to their Zhang family.

That day, Zhang Moyu was called into the clan leader's house, and after a scolding, he was scolded by the clan elders in turn and sentenced to a heavy punishment.

Later, Zhang Luoyi had to hold his nose and clean up the mess for this troublesome kid. He had to keep the news of the culprit secret to prevent Zhang Moyu, the underage kid, from being privately retaliated against by others. Zhang Luoyi felt a little headache.

There was only one thought in my mind: this patriarch is not even worthy of being a dog!

If God gave him another chance, he swore that he would push his former competitor to the top!

Zhang Family Secret History 03: Inviting the Patriarch to Take the Throne

Zhang Family History, autumn of the 271st year of the "Luo" generation.

A big event happened in the Zhang family today. When the clan leader Zhang Luoyi was out, he was trapped by Xu Fu and the Yin-Yang family and was seriously injured by the golden dragon of Qin's destiny.

He passed away just after returning to the family, and there was not even time to decide on the next clan leader.

The faces of the clan leader's personal guards of the "Luo" generation were uglier than each other. It was their fault for not guarding well enough, but the golden dragon of luck attacked the soul, and they couldn't do it even if they wanted to use their bodies to block the disaster.

Family affairs could not be delayed, so the election of the next generation of patriarch had to be carried out under the auspices of the elders of the "Lan" generation.

There are currently five leaders of the "Mo" generation in the Zhang family.

Zhang Moxi, who made his fortune with the help of outer sect forces; Zhang Mohan and Zhang Moxuan, who have a very good reputation in the Zhang family; Zhang Molan, who defeated the younger generation of the Zhang family with his martial arts; Zhang Moyu, who has outstanding talents, but the things he studies make people love and hate him.

When the clan meeting was held, clan elder Zhang Lanxi was guarding Zhang Luoyi's body, looking down at the clan leader who had dedicated his life to the family.

It seems that few of the Zhang family's patriarchs had a good end. When Patriarch Luo Yi was alive, he was harassed by those little brats all day long and rarely had a peaceful life.

Especially in this generation, there are two who are particularly troublesome, which sometimes makes the patriarch exhausted.

In the end, the family felt ashamed of them...

Before Zhang Lanxi could finish her sigh, someone rushed in quickly, and all the sadness in her heart was washed away.

"Elder Lanxi, you are here. The other elders asked me to go to the ancestral hall with you to discuss important matters."

"Well, let's go, little young master."

Zhang Lanxi patted his shoulder lovingly and was supported by him to go to the ancestral hall.

Although he still looks like he is in his twenties, he is already over six hundred years old. Even in the Zhang family, he needs someone to support him when walking.

"By the way, Elder Lanxi, do you remember what the patriarch said half a year ago? He said that it's a great pity for people like us who are different to be unable to experience the birth, aging, sickness and death of ordinary people. I went back and thought about it, and I think what he said makes sense.

Natural aging is a wonderful experience, and I have developed drugs that can put the body into a state of aging without affecting life expectancy.

It's a pity that the patriarch passed away early, and without ever trying, he must have felt that there were regrets in his life."

Zhang Moyu lowered his eyes somewhat sadly, remembering how the clan leader had indulged him in the past. He didn't understand why the world was so unpredictable. How could such a gentle and strong man just leave like that?

Zhang Lanxi twitched his lips unconsciously when he heard this.

No, you think too much. The patriarch will just be glad that he escaped a disaster.

Let's say there is a possibility that the patriarch's words at the time were just because he thought his bloodline family was superior and he was just showing off casually, with no other meaning.

"Little Youjun, you've been smart since you were little. I have something to tell you. We old folks are very optimistic about you. When we chose your name, we gave you the name 'Youjun'. This shows that we had high hopes for you from early on.

I know you only want to quietly do some research, improve yourself, and enjoy peace and quiet, and don't like being bound by external things, but I hope you can strive for the position of clan leader."

Zhang Lanxi had an expression that said "I'm doing this for your own good," but actually, what she was thinking was that Zhang Moyu was too troublesome, and because he had been lacking love since childhood, he was very close to the elders of the clan.

Specifically, they would come to them to ask for money whenever they had time, to make them happy, and to steal their treasures.

Whenever they come up with something strange and bizarre, they send a copy to them and use them as experimental subjects.

Sometimes they were caught off guard and fell into the trap because they weren't paying attention, and they really wanted to hang the kid up and beat him.

Although I often take the initiative to help them solve their problems, I also often do things that are superfluous. Generally speaking, it is quite frustrating.

Zhang Lanxi felt that instead of letting this kid torment them, their old bones, day after day, it would be better to find more things for the child to do, put some more burden on his shoulders, and give him less chance to torment himself.

The "Mo" generation were all children who grew up under their care. Zhang Lanxi knew that compared with other candidates for the clan leader, Zhang Moyu might still be a little lacking in means and power.

But this child has a kind nature, a strong character, and is good at learning. Without saying too much, he is absolutely qualified to be a king who maintains the status quo.

There are also the elders to help support us. If we don't know how to use certain methods, we can learn them. The power will come naturally after we become the clan leader. These are not problems.

In the family ancestral hall, Zhang Moyu and his companion were the last to arrive. Zhang Molan arrived only a little earlier than them. Before they arrived, the other candidates for the clan leader had already exchanged secret glances with each other.

Although they all have some ideas about the position of patriarch, based on the current situation within the family, it seems that this term of patriarch is not so easy to be.

Along with rights come responsibilities and obligations. Now is a turbulent time, and they do not have the confidence to manage such a huge family business. They lack the ability and naturally have concerns. No matter what, they cannot let the family be ruined in their hands.

Now the Zhang family is surrounded by external enemies, the family is in turmoil, and the new generation of leaders have their own ambitions. The most important thing is that the Zhang family now has two particularly difficult troublemakers. Being the patriarch means cleaning up the mess for these two people for free.

One is Zhang Molan, the other is Zhang Moyu.

The former doesn't give face to anyone. When he is in a bad mood, he will beat anyone he sees and he is invincible in the family.

Although the latter has no bad intentions, they may kill everyone indiscriminately on a whim.

It’s difficult…

When the election began, everyone present was silent. Zhang Lanting, the clan elder who presided over the election of the clan leader, looked around and pointed to Zhang Moxuan, who was closest to him, to speak.

Zhang Moxuan's eyes slowly moved around the people present, then he stood up and spoke with a gentle fake smile.

"Before this, my wife voted for Mo Han, believing that she was more suitable for the position of clan leader than me. Everyone knows that I value friendship and loyalty, so I will follow my wife's lead and abstain this time."

Zhang Mohan glared at him and stood up with a cold face.

Don't think she doesn't know, this guy just got scared at the last moment, why does he say such nice things?

"I like Mo Yu, and I'll abstain from voting to support him in taking the position."

Zhang Mohan said this in a firm and decisive manner, as if he was very serious, but there was no sign of admiration on his face.

Zhang Moxuan glanced at her with contempt. He had just despised him for being a coward, but it was obvious that what this woman said was just an excuse, not as reliable as his reasons.

Zhang Moyu subconsciously wanted to refuse, but suddenly remembered the expectations the elder had expressed to him. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and spoke.

"I do want to compete for the position of clan leader. Although I may be inferior to everyone here in many aspects, I can learn anything I don't know.

After becoming the clan leader, I will definitely put the family first in everything and protect everyone with my own life.

Even if there are mountains of swords and blood ahead, I will go there alone! For the future of my family, I will pave the way with my own body!

Zhang Moyu stood with his head held high, his brows full of determination and his eyes gleaming with faith.

"Okay! I support Xiaoyoujun."

Zhang Molan was the first to applaud, and smiled as he gave Zhang Moyu an awkward glance.

The smile on Zhang Moyu's face instantly faded. "Thank you for the invitation. Just be serious and don't make trouble. That will show your support for me."

The last one, Zhang Moxi, really wanted to move up, but now seeing this situation, he knew that his chances of winning were slim, so he decisively voted.

"I support Mo Yu too."

Everyone looked over. Zhang Moyu thought about it and realized that he and he didn't seem to have much friendship, and he didn't know why he did this.

Zhang Moxi looked at Zhang Moyu, whose face was full of pure confusion and his thoughts were written all over his face, and closed his eyes tightly.

Damn! What a naive guy! If they choose him as the clan leader, they will be busy in the future, right?

But among the five candidates, two voted for him and one abstained, so he had no chance of winning alone.

"Because you are kind!"

Zhang Moxi lowered his head and sighed helplessly, as if he could already foresee his future life as a slave.

So far, the Zhang family records history.

The first year of the "Mo" generation begins in autumn.

Zhang Family Secret History 04: The Patriarch and His Protector

According to the Zhang Family History, in the winter of the 132nd year of the "Mo" generation.

After years of experience, Zhang Moyu has now become a qualified patriarch.

A new group of children have been added to the "Zhi" generation, and there is no shortage of naughty children at any time.

For example...

Zhang Moyu looked at Zhang Zhiyi who was dragged in by a young couple, rubbed his brows in annoyance, and spoke helplessly.

"What's wrong with you? Did this kid provoke you two?

He is still a child in his twenties, so you adults should not be too picky."

Seeing that there were people following them to watch the fun, Zhang Moyu waved his hand and asked his guards to take the irrelevant people away quickly and go about their business.

"Chief, you must make the decision for us. It's not that we're nitpicking, it's just that this little bastard is being unreasonable."

When Zhang Mo Ning thought of what had just happened, his face turned red and he clenched his fists, wishing he could punch the little bastard in the face again.

Zhang Mohe also sneered and kicked Zhang Zhiyi, who was kneeling on the ground in formal attire and looked well-behaved, in a very bad attitude.

"You don't know, Chief, this kid is very bold and has mastered the art of concealing his breath, which has allowed him to do all sorts of shady things.

You actually stayed up late at night and lay under Ning'er and me's bed in just your underwear, almost causing me to misunderstand..."

Zhang Moyu found it unbelievable and stared at Zhang Zhiyi with a puzzled look on his face.

"My dear, they are a newly married couple, and their love is so strong, why are you joining in the fun?

Also, didn’t the elders teach you not to break into other people’s houses without permission?”

Zhang Zhiyi, who was only 24 years old, knelt upright on the ground. He was not at all panicked about being punished after making a mistake. At his age, he was fearless.

“Chief, I just want to know how I came here.

The elders only said that the union of yin and yang gave birth to all things. I didn’t quite understand what they said, so I wanted to know more details.

But when I asked again, they just said that I didn’t understand and that I would understand when I was supposed to. I felt like they were just trying to brush me off!”

Zhang Zhiyi had a look of disgust on his face. He was no longer a teenager, so why were the elders still treating him perfunctorily like they did when he was a child?

But it doesn’t matter. The patriarch once said that practice makes perfect. If you don’t understand, ask. If you don’t know, learn. If you don’t know, use practice to find the truth!

So Zhang Zhiyi turned his attention to a newlywed couple and practiced the art of concealing his breath for many years, just to find out the truth that interested him.

Zhang Moyu's breathing stagnated. He felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to raise children these days.

As for matters between men and women, the family usually waits until the age of 30 and asks the clan teacher who teaches medical skills to mention it while teaching acupuncture. No one will teach this specifically.

I didn’t expect that there would be such a clever little guy in this class.

"You... forget it."

Zhang Moyu sighed, not knowing how to scold Zhang Zhiyi.

"You two can go back first. I will teach this child."

After waving the two away tiredly, Zhang Moyu began to criticize the child verbally.

Looking at Zhang Zhiyi, who agreed verbally but whose eyes were rolling around and who was obviously still restless, Zhang Moyu was worried that he would still be in bad shape after returning and would do something naughty every now and then, making him live in the shadow of his naughty child.

Just thinking of making a few threats, he narrowed his eyes and spoke in a sinister tone.

"Children are more lovable if they behave themselves. Don't think that I will let you off lightly just because you make minor mistakes. There is no reason to punish you severely.

You little brat, if you get into trouble with me again, I will make you strip naked and stand on the martial arts stage, and then slap your dick a hundred times in front of your friends!"

As he spoke, Zhang Moyu casually stretched out his hand and made a finger-snapping gesture, with a chilling tenderness on his face.

Zhang Zhiyi, who was successfully threatened, widened his eyes instantly and the hairs on his body stood up.

How could there be such a cruel punishment!

Children shouldn’t care about their reputation!

The patriarch has changed!

He is no longer the righteous and upright patriarch whom he loves and worships!!!

A simple threat left a huge shadow on the little Zhang Zhiyi's childhood.

Zhang Moyu had just finished his official business for the day and hadn't put away the pile of pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table when he ran into Zhang Molan, who had just finished a mission and was back from a journey, his face full of fatigue.

"Lan, you're back. This time, stay in the family for a while so the elders can help you recover.

You said at the beginning that you would be my lifelong protector, so I hope you don't die young."

Zhang Moyu personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. Zhang Molan took it and drank it all, then slumped lazily in the chair and spoke in a muffled voice.

"There's no other way. When dealing with the imperial court and other noble families, one must have enough weight.

If I don't go, you have to go.

My martial arts skills are the best in the Zhang family. I can fight, I can carry, and I can even run away if I encounter something. But you have a small body. What if something unexpected happens?"

Zhang Molan looked at Zhang Moyu, who had been kept in the family and well protected by him over the years and had never left the family territory. He sighed softly, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

After all, he is the person I have been protecting for so many years, and it has become a habit for me to stand in front of him.

It feels quite good to see him sitting firmly in a high position under the protection of my wings, and freely displaying his brilliance.

Zhang Molan lowered his eyes and stared at the Qilin pattern on Zhang Moyu's black sleeves. In a trance, he recalled the scene when the Wuzong Wu Shou was selected.

He will never forget how miserable he was at that time...

Black silk was hung between the beams of the attic, with red silk interwoven among them. The soul-calming bells hanging on the eaves made imperceptible crisp sounds in the wind, and the black Zhang family flag fluttered in the strong wind.

Wu Shou used all means to get promoted. As the person who has always topped the list of Zhang family martial arts competitions in recent years, he was besieged by everyone.

Things like one against many, round-robin battles, and being suddenly attacked are still considered normal methods.

I don't know which evil person knew that he was immune to all poisons and had high drug resistance, so he put laxatives in his meals in advance. There were also a few people who sprinkled strong aphrodisiacs on him during the fight. Their methods were very dirty.

Congratulations to them! They have found the only two fish that have escaped the net with an immune body!

Thanks to the strong body control that the Zhang family had been trained to have since childhood, he did not make a fool of himself in front of the whole family. However, with his bent body condition, he was also restricted in fighting.

That was the toughest fight Zhang Molan had ever had. He was unable to exert his full strength and was severely beaten up by a group of his former defeated opponents.

Fortunately, he held on to the end with his strong will, took the bamboo ball belonging to his little prince, and handed it to him personally in exchange for the token that belonged exclusively to the leader of this generation of Wuzong.

After the handover, his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees. His face was twisted and filled with negativity. But when he looked up, he saw the clan leader smiling like a little fox...

"Tsk, my life has been ruined by you."

Zhang Molan cursed himself in a low voice.

"What?"

Zhang Moyu, who was tidying up the table and preparing to go home from get off work, heard him mutter something in a low voice, but he didn't hear it clearly, so he looked up at him.

"Hey, Chief, you've worked hard! Let's go to the back mountain and eat some roast chicken."

Zhang Molan responded loudly, trying to cover up his mistake, and received a pure and gentle smile from Zhang Moyu.

"Okay, go catch me and roast it for you. I'm good at it."

Original Film Viewing 01: Different World, Same Weirdness

The five tomb robbers in Yucun who were on vacation encountered something strange today.

A small grayish-white ball of light calls itself Tiandao and says that it wants to show them another parallel world and the experiences of "them" with the same background, in order to heal their already broken hearts.

Wu Xie, who has evolved into the Evil Emperor 2.0, chuckled and said that you are the one who is right, and if you want to start a fight in person, just say it.

They know their own business. Given the same background, how much better can this tattered, patched-up life be?

Others didn't care either. They were not as interested in "them" in the other world as they were in this light ball and heavenly way.

Hei Xia Zi wondered if Heaven could make him rich overnight, Fatty Wang wondered if Heaven could bring his beloved girl back to life, and Xie Yuchen wondered if Heaven could help him find more talents for his company.

Zhang Qiling was the calmest among these people. The aura of the Heavenly Dao made him feel very familiar. If he guessed correctly, they had dealt with each other many times and were all old acquaintances.

The projection starts playing.

The first scene shown is Wu Xie entering an old building to explore.

Looking at the innocent self on the screen, holding a snakeskin bag, stumbling around in the old building looking for treasure, even the experienced Wu Xie looked confused.

"Wait, this is fake! How poor must one be? Picking up trash with a snakeskin bag? Why am I so... miserable in that world?"

Wu Xie couldn't help but twitch his lips as he wiped away the bitter tears for himself in that world. He suddenly felt that his former self in this world was not that poor. Although he often withheld wages from his employees, at least he was not so poor that he had to pick up trash.

Then he saw that the weird self in the projection went upstairs and was attacked by a cat-faced monster, and began the familiar plot of him being chased and escaped in the house, unable to escape even if he had wings.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Wu Xie, you're amazing! Even in the parallel world, you're still this evil. You're worthy of being the leader of our famous Evil Sect!"

Fatty Wang laughed and made jokes.

"Get lost! You're talking as if you're not evil. Your broken hand has triggered just as many traps as mine."

"That's right."

Hei Xia Zi nodded vigorously and joined in the fun while cracking melon seeds. Xie Yuchen slapped Hei Xia Zi on the back of the head and spoke calmly.

"I didn't mention you, did I? Back then, there was a trap every three steps, and whoever was caught was trapped."

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Hei Xia Zi immediately became obedient.

The projection continued to play, and a handsome man with long hair tied in a high ponytail flew in from the window. He killed the monster with a cat face in a few moves and gave Wuxie a loving pat on the head.

Then after a brief exchange, Wuxie knelt down on the spot and begged the boss to accept him as his disciple.

The expression on his face kept changing, sometimes longing, sometimes excitement, and even a little evil.

Wu Xie touched his chin, and intuitively felt that the projected self in his mind must be thinking about something that would be very disadvantageous to his Third Uncle. Young people are quite thoughtful.

After being rejected as a disciple, Wuxie in the projection received a green jade pendant from the boss, and three people present were instantly excited.

"Fuck! This quality, this craftsmanship, it's obvious it's a good thing. Tian Zhen, do you have it?"

Fatty Wang looked envious, and Wuxie rolled his eyes at him.

"I don't care. I want it too. Looking at the quality and craftsmanship, it could easily fetch 100 million now. If I had it, I would have sold it to pay off my debts long ago."

"That's more than that. Looking at this thing, it seems to belong to the Dumb family, right? And from what the person in the picture said, it even has a bit of a fantasy element. Finding someone knowledgeable about it and double the price is no problem!"

Hei Xiazi's eyes lit up behind his sunglasses. He nudged Zhang Qiling next to him with his arm and whispered to him.

"By the way, mute, do you have any treasures buried in your house? If we have time, can we borrow some flowers from your ancestors?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at him expressionlessly, with disgust in his eyes, and it was obvious that the curse was very dirty.

Next, Wuxie, under the guidance of that man, dealt with the things in the tomb for the first time.

Afterwards, Tiandao helped them jump to two years later.

On a certain day of a certain year and month, Wu Xie found a diary of his grandfather in the secret compartment of the desk while helping his third uncle to tidy up old furniture. Upon seeing this, Wu Xie had something to say.

"This diary looks so familiar. Some details in the two worlds are different. Isn't this the storybook I've been reading since I was a child?"

Wu Xie's eyes were dim and he spoke in a meaningful tone.

"I can guarantee that this book from that world must have been put there by that old uncle, Third Uncle, and he's just waiting for me to take it."

Then the next few days jumped forward, and the scene froze on Wuxie flipping through a book thoughtfully, his gaze becoming increasingly serious.

As if he had thought of something incredible, Wu Xie's face turned pale. He hurried out and drove to Wu Sansheng's address. Then he opened his mouth and said a critical blow:

Uncle San, I know everything...

"No, wait, what did he know?"

Fatty Wang looked bewildered and quickly adjusted his sitting position, turning his head to look at Wu Xie who was almost choked by his saliva.

"This Wu Xie is not that Wu Xie. How would I know? It's useless for you to look at me."

As Wu Xie spoke, his gaze towards the other self in the projection became scrutinizing.

Could it be that “he” had noticed something was wrong so early on?

It's not that he is underestimating himself. He was able to see the hand behind the scenes with so few clues. Was he really so smart when he was young?

"Wu Xie can't be that smart. He must have thought of something else."

Xie Yuchen also didn't believe that Wuxie had any amazing IQ when he was young. That idiot had seen him dressed as a woman several times when he was a child, and he still thought he was a girl when they met again at the age of 27.

This dark history will make him bear a grudge for the rest of his life!

In the projection, Wu Sansheng's smile obviously froze for a moment, and then Wu Xie changed the subject in a familiar way, making jokes, but soon returned to the topic.

"Uncle San, you don't have to hide it from me. Our family isn't just an ordinary tomb-robbing family, right?"

"Ever since I was little, I've felt like you all were hiding something from me!

Apart from anything else, my second uncle is always mysterious and secretive, telling me half the truth and hiding the other half. He also always wants me to practice martial arts and always shows me some strange ancient books. Do you think this is normal?"

"Also, Third Uncle, you sometimes 'flash' back and forth between two places eight hundred miles apart, and you appear and disappear mysteriously at home too.

I never thought much about it before, but now I think, no normal person can do that speed, right? "

Wuxie in the projection had a look of confidence, causing the people sitting in the row to whisper among themselves.

"Wu Xie, were there really so many loopholes in the acting of those two old foxes in the past?"

This is Jie Yuchen, who came to join in the fun and was slightly interested in two of them.

"Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be true."

Now that he thinks about it carefully, when he was young, his two real and fake third uncles left too many loopholes. So, how did he let those two guys take advantage of him back then?

Wu Xie fell into deep thought, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy, and he felt that the melon seeds in his hand no longer tasted fragrant.

Original novel viewing 02: The sense of security from the big family

The images in the projection continued to play, and the few people finally understood what Wuxie had realized.

He actually thought that the Wu family had some secret method of cultivating immortals or some martial arts secret book.

The whole group was speechless and amused. Hei Xia Zi even laughed arrogantly like a goose on the spot.

"Martial arts secrets, secret methods of cultivating immortality... Hahaha, how can there be such things?"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me, some of the big guys in our circle have martial arts skills that are almost the same as martial arts secrets. Look at Xiaohua who is as light as a swallow, Hei Xiazi who has night vision, and that little brother's superb swordsmanship. They are definitely martial arts masters!"

"And Fatty, I have this set of protective divine darts!"

While a few people were joking, Hei Xia Zi suddenly thought of a funny thing.

"Speaking of which, that Wuxie would think that the Wu family had some secret manual. His expression seemed a little off when he made that connection. Could it be..."

Hei Xia Zi stretched out his voice, and then Fatty Wang, Jie Yuchen and Wu Xie spoke in a somewhat uncoordinated manner.

"Sunflower Manual!"

"Wedding Dress Magic!"

"Sword Manual of Exorcism!"

The three of them looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time.

A few people were joking around, and the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

What follows is a scene that both Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling are very familiar with, the first time the two meet by chance.

One was panting, the other was carrying a knife, they looked at each other in the vast crowd, and their fates became entangled from that moment on.

In the projection, in a place that Wuxie couldn't see, Wu Sansheng and Zhang Qiling were looking at each other from afar, one with a gentle fake smile, the other with a fierce gaze, and when their eyes met, there seemed to be a flash of dangerous lightning.

"Brother?"

Wu Xie turned around and looked at Zhang Qiling in surprise. Zhang Qiling shook his head slightly at him and continued to remain silent while holding the knife.

In the projection, the view zoomed in on Zhang Qiling, and suddenly a few lines of very eye-catching small words appeared above the screen.

“The blind man told him that he had to be careful outside, otherwise he would be easily deceived and forced to do hard labor.

Those who smile fakely and talk too much are probably not good people! And those who treat him well for no reason probably have ulterior motives! Boys need to protect themselves when they are out there…"

The atmosphere in the room was quiet for a moment, and then people couldn't hold back their laughter one after another, making a sound similar to a leak.

The tips of Zhang Qiling's ears were stained red, but his expressionless face became even colder. Not only that, even the black gold ancient sword was unsheathed!

Zhang Qiling stared at Hei Xia Zi, who was obviously trying to hold back his laughter, his whole body shaking with laughter. He just covered his mouth tightly and managed not to make a sound, and then he calmly said a word.

"you!"

Hei Xia Zi understood what he meant, his expression changed instantly, his smile disappeared, and he spoke in dissatisfaction.

"No, what do you mean, mute? I was kind enough to remind you, but I was wrong, right? How can I not be a good person?

Even though my smile is fake sometimes, and even though I treat you well...it's because you are my brother!"

"Give me back my bank card."

"Dumb, you've changed. You used to treat money like dirt, but now you're actually talking about money with your brothers. You really make me sad!"

Hei Xia Zi had a look of disbelief on his face, covered his mouth with one hand, turned around and leaned on Fatty Wang's shoulder, looking like a little bird, weak and vulnerable.

Fatty Wang patted his shoulder in response, looking happy as if he was enjoying the show.

They actually all knew that Hei Xia Zi had basically spent all his money on buying medicine to delay eye disease.

Zhang Qiling didn't really want to get the card, but he wanted to use it to make Hei Xia Zi shut up.

This scene would be played out every few days. Zhang Qiling asking Hei Xia Zi for his bank card had become a regular feature of their place, and every time it ended with Hei Xia Zi feeling heartbroken.

What followed was the familiar plot of going to the Seven Star Palace of King Lu. The few of them returned to their peaceful state of drinking tea and eating melon seeds, watching and chatting about the past until nightfall.

A whistle sounded, not so loud, but clearly recognizable as a loud and distant sound. Zhang Qiling, both in and outside the projection, tensed his body and raised his head with a sharp gaze.

"It's the Zhang family's call."

Zhang Qiling whispered an explanation to the others, then looked at himself in the projection and without a word, he jumped through the window and rushed into the woods, a trace of melancholy worry flashing across his eyes.

Although he still didn't know whether the whistle was a trap or something else, he already felt a little envious in his heart.

He hadn't heard that familiar voice in many years...

He even thought he had forgotten it for a moment, but the moment the whistle sounded, countless memories came back.

Although there are too many unpleasant things in my childhood memories of my family, it is precisely because of the desolate sand that the few gems in the corners of my memory seem so dazzling.

The few kindnesses he encountered in his childhood were like guiding lights, allowing him to always hold on to the brilliance of humanity in his heart even when he grew up.

In the projection, Zhang Qiling and Zhang Moyu were fighting back and forth, and their methods became more and more fierce.

Zhang Qiling, who was in the game, felt that he was being made fun of and became more and more aggrieved as the fight went on. However, Zhang Qiling, who was outside the game, saw clues from the fight.

"It's the Zhang family, doing a body check."

Soon, Zhang Qiling was subdued and pinned to the ground with his hands behind his back. The two bodies were very close to each other. The spectators all leaned back strategically at the same time, looking at Zhang Qiling with an indifferent expression, with an indescribable look on their faces.

"Hey bro, do you have to get this close for a medical checkup? Did that guy take advantage of you?"

Fatty Wang had a heavy face, as if he saw a pig trying to dig up his cabbage.

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything, but his eyes wandered for a moment. To be honest, he wasn't very clear either.

Normally, it is not difficult to confirm whether the bloodline is that of one's own family, but judging from his appearance, he should not be a normal member of the Zhang family, otherwise he would not fail to recognize himself.

Perhaps it was an ancestor of the Zhang family who was sent to the present by the distortion of time and space, or it was a zongzi that crawled out of the tomb and became a spirit. This action was to confirm the concentration of its own blood?

Next, the two people explained their identities and began to build basic trust, exchanging food and information.

In the footage of their conversation, Xiao Tiandao inserted several clips of Zhang Moyu's life a thousand years ago, as well as a clip of him just crawling out of the coffin, revealing to them the past of this person they were not familiar with.

"Wow, this can be considered a thousand-year-old zongzi."

Fatty Wang exclaimed in surprise while glancing at Wu Xie. It seemed reasonable that he would meet Old Zongzi since he had a friend who would always raise a corpse when the coffin was opened.

"It shouldn't count, after all, the person is still alive."

Xie Yuchen refuted seriously, and then joked with a smile.

"He should be considered a modern centenarian. As expected of a Zhang family member, he's truly become an antique. His net worth is undoubtedly high."

"Don't tell me, I have a feeling that if we want to make a fortune in that world, the key lies in this senior."

Because of his keen sense of money, Hei Xia Zi's mind flashed with inspiration again and again, as if he saw another self who was about to make a fortune across a world, and his expression was inexplicably heavy.

He is now afraid that his parallel world self will suffer too much, and he will feel sorry for his poor self.

She was also afraid that her life in the parallel world would be too easy, as he might become envious and jealous to the point of becoming dark and twisted.

Oh... when will he meet an angel investor who doesn't ask for anything in return?

Zhang Qiling looked at the small pancakes made by the Zhang family's traditional method on the screen, and suddenly felt a little hungry.

Original Film Viewing 03: Famous Scenes from Another World

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes to look at the piles of melon seed shells on the table, then stood up and left silently. He brought over the pile of snacks that Wu Xie had bought last time, opened a bag of sandwiches, and began to eat them slowly and politely.

I saw another person who ate a little too much and was fed hawthorn candy in the middle of the night. I felt even more envious.

I was envious when I saw that I was given an extra meal after leaving the team and being fed roasted chicken after going up the mountain.

Seeing an elder gently calling him "Xiaoguan", he felt even more envious.

I was so envious when I saw that there was special medicinal food after lunch.

After drinking the medicinal food, they were fed a box of exquisite snacks. I was so envious...

Small envy accumulates little by little, just like clouds on a rainy day, piling up layer upon layer, making the sky slowly darken, and unknowingly making people feel breathless.

To be honest, seeing that the future of his other self was constantly developing in a good direction, Zhang Qiling did not feel too much negative emotion of loss or sadness in his heart. He was just a little... confused.

In his cognition, since he was born, his world has had no choice. It has been like this in the past and will be like this in the future.

As he grew up, he continued to bear various responsibilities, and those shackles had been integrated into his flesh and blood over the years.

If someone were to carry his burden forward, it would probably be a colorful dream, as ethereal as the clouds...

The others were originally smiling, happy that Zhang Qiling in the other world had an elder to protect him. But when they turned around and saw that their Zhang Qiling had a dim aura and looked like he was about to break.

They were instantly horrified and rushed over to comfort him.

"Brother! Even if you have no relatives, you still have us!"

"We five tomb raiders have been through so much together over the years. We're closer than brothers. You're not alone anymore."

"Hey bro, you're hungry but you didn't even tell me you were hungry. Let's have lunch early. I'll make you some boiled chicken, how about that?"

"Mute, you look so depressed~, if I don't comfort you, will you cry later?"

The last sarcastic remark was said by Hei Xia Zi, along with an expectant expression, which instantly pulled Zhang Qiling back from his depressed mood, but it seemed a bit too much.

"Master, please stop talking. The young man has already drawn his sword!"

"Stop fighting, be careful with the table!"

"Fuck, there's garbage all over the floor. If you're not the ones cleaning it up, just do whatever you want!"

After a period of chaos, the atmosphere became harmonious again, with only the broken leg of the table as a reminder of the chaos.

Fatty Wang kept his promise and went to prepare boiled chicken and lunch. Xiao Tiandao paused the projection, and Xie Yuchen took advantage of this opportunity to go to the study to deal with company documents.

After lunch, the projection continued, this time showing the scene where they entered the Seven Star Lu Palace.

The plot in the beginning was pretty much the same, and there was nothing much to say, until Wu Xie and Fatty Wang fell into the corpse turtle's nest, and Zhang Qiling fell from the sky after Fatty Wang shouted for help. The laughter came unexpectedly.

In the scene, Wuxie blurted out subconsciously, with a puzzled look in his eyes, "Voice summon?", which made Zhang Qiling unable to help but have an indescribable look in his eyes.

Next, Fatty Wang looked at the group of corpse turtles crawling all over the ground and fleeing, thinking it was unscientific and suspecting that they were spirits of toilet water, which made Zhang Qiling's face darken.

After pushing away Hei Xia Zi, who was laughing so hard and was hugging him, Zhang Qiling's mood was much calmer now. He took another look at Wu Xie and Wang Pangzi, who were grinning beside him, and a dark gleam flashed in his eyes.

Just wait, the projection has just begun. In the end, he will definitely not be the only one who will be embarrassed and make a fool of himself. He will have plenty of opportunities to make a fool of himself in return.

In the projection, several people from Prince Lu's Palace quickly gathered together. The difference from their world was that Zhang Qiling in that world chased Wu Sansheng all the way and blocked him halfway before he could perform any tricks.

Wu Sanxing's frustrated questioning gave them a famous scene that broke their defense.

Wu Sansheng: "Didn't I hire you to protect Wuxie? Why are you staring at me?"

Zhang Qiling: "Wuxie is worried about you."

Wu Sansheng: "Your mission is to protect Wuxie. You don't need to pay attention to anything else!"

Zhang Qiling: "Wuxie wants to see you."

Wu Sansheng: "You don't have to go along with him so much. My requirements are very low. I just want him to get out alive without any missing limbs."

Zhang Qiling: "Wuxie insisted on looking for you."

Wu Sansheng: "You actually have other reasons for coming here this time, don't you? Don't you want the Ghost Seal? You go find your things, and I'll do mine. How about we just not interfere with each other?"

Zhang Qiling: "Wu Xie..."

Communication was ineffective, and Wu Sansheng's expression fell, and he immediately fell into an emo state.

This time, the one who laughed the most happily was Wu Xie, who gave Zhang Qiling a thumbs up.

"Brother, I used to think you couldn't speak, but I was wrong about you. You are so good at speaking!!!"

In that world, you even made my Third Uncle autistic. It's really satisfying!"

However, the next moment, Wuxie was dragged away by the Hydra and was rescued by Zhang Moyu in a miserable state.

Wu Xie's smile faded in an instant, and he stopped laughing.

As he continued reading, Wu Xie heard words that brightened his eyes.

"I think it's because you're so obedient and easy to take care of that your elders are deliberately trying to trick you. They're always trying to find things for you to do to liven you up...

Think about it, every time you get into trouble, your third uncle won't cheat you or harass you for a long time, right?

Don't worry, I'm very experienced in this kind of situation. After all, your Third Uncle is your elder...

As long as you can make more noise and cause more trouble than your third uncle, then your third uncle will definitely follow you and help clean up.

If he's busy all day, then even if he wants to find something for you to do, he won't have the time."

Each and every one of these alluring words seemed like wise sayings, and Wu Xie couldn't help but nod his head repeatedly as he listened.

He couldn't help but think in his heart that if someone had said this to him back then, the person who would have been living in dire straits these years would have been his third uncle!

What a pity, what a pity!

The next scene changes to Wuxie's filial statement that he wants to take the female corpse back and give it to Wu Sansheng as his wife.

Then he learned the art of slandering others' innocence without any instruction, which made the people watching gasp.

Wuxie from another world also seems to have the potential to become the Evil Emperor...

Just when they realized that Wuxie in that world was about to rise, the other party suddenly gave them a big shit.

Wu Sansheng didn't have time to steal the silk book, so he used the trick of "Look, a flying saucer!" to divert attention. He did some tricks under their noses, and after being caught by Wuxie, he managed to fool them with just a few words!

Were we fooled just like that? ! ! !

Wu Xie, who had been fooled by the same Uncle Third many times, felt deeply empathetic towards himself in that world. He clenched his teeth and his fists creaked.

It's true that he really wants to beat Wu Sansheng now, but what's more important is that he wishes he could travel through time and space right now and slap himself in that world to wake that useless guy up.

For some reason, he felt inexplicably insulted by his intelligence.

Original Film Viewing 04: Envy, Jealousy and Hatred Across the World

After the plot of the Seven Star Lu Palace ended, Zhang Qiling and Zhang Moyu left together.

When they mentioned the "Siheyuan in the western suburbs of Beijing", Hei Xia Zi became excited, knowing that it was his turn to make an appearance.

"Would you like to make a bet with me? I bet that in the parallel world, I will definitely invite that person to stay with me and trick him into paying a large sum of money for accommodation!"

When he was bored, Hei Xia Zi wanted to have a small bet with others to get some pocket money.

"Heiye, your love of money is almost known to everyone, so why are you still gambling?"

Fatty Wang was peeling peanuts while complaining speechlessly.

"I bet."

Zhang Qiling suddenly spoke unexpectedly.

"Stay here, no rent."

Zhang Qiling not only understands Hei Xia Zi, but also understands himself very well.

After confirming that it was an elder who came to visit and that the elder was very close to him and took good care of him, he would not allow Hei Xiazi to take advantage of the information gap to deliberately cheat money, besides, Hei Xiazi had never paid rent.

When Hei Xia Zi heard his words, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, he was so absorbed in thinking about his own temper that he forgot that this mute was kind-hearted and protective!

Wait, when he just said he wanted to gamble, he didn’t seem to mention what the stakes were?

Hey~ It seems his little money is saved.

Hei Xia Zi's heart, which had just been lifted up, fell back down. He quickly picked up a peanut from Fatty Wang and put it on the table, then spoke in a very heroic manner.

"Okay, I'll bet a peanut!"

Hei Xiazi smiled and successfully received three speechless rolls of eyes and a cold look of contempt.

What happened next was as expected. Due to Zhang Qiling's sabotage, the Black Blind Man in the projection did not get the rent, but he did get an exquisitely crafted gold and jade longevity lock.

That was the gift Zhang Moyu gave him.

Hei Xia Zi watched himself in another world quickly and carefully put away the things, the excitement on his face unconcealed, and he noticed something strange.

Although the longevity lock looked like a treasure, Hei Xiazi had seen all kinds of treasures since he was a child and had seen countless treasures, so he would not show his joy over such a small thing.

What could make him so happy? If you think about it for a moment, the answer will come to you.

“Fuck—”

Hei Xia Zi uttered two words stiffly and slowly, adjusted his sunglasses, and felt more sour in his heart than eating a lemon.

That little longevity lock must be something that can suppress the spirit behind it, or it must be a good thing that nourishes the spirit!

He has been looking for this kind of thing for many years. Apart from a few talismans that he bought at a high price from Taiqing Taoist Temple decades ago, which were somewhat useful, he has not found any real thing.

He wants it too, he wants it so badly!

"Dumb, your family..."

"No."

As soon as Hei Xia Zi started to speak, Zhang Qiling decisively rejected his idea.

Zhang Qiling knew very well that the two worlds were different in terms of their overall background. From the methods used by the senior named Zhang Moyu, it could be seen that the parallel world over there should still have some spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in their world was more thoroughly depleted. He had found the tomb of an ancestor of the Zhang family a few years ago. There were some talismans and other things in it, but they all turned to dust and slipped through the gaps between his fingers the moment he touched them.

He believed in the quality of his own things, and the only possible situation was that the spiritual energy in the things was exhausted and completely scrapped.

Hei Xia Zi looked at the lucky self in the projection with a look of pity on his face, and his eyes became even more envious and jealous.

Next was Zhang Moyu's one-on-two teaching of Zhang Qiling and Hei Xia Zi. The scene flashed by, and Hei Xia Zi stared with a look of regret on his face.

"Hey, if only it could be played slower and more detailed, I could learn from it for free."

"If I remember correctly, the next destination should be the Xisha Undersea Tomb. That old fox had already plotted against me. It's my fault that I was young and followed Aning without saying a word. If I had been more reserved, I might have earned some hiring fees. It's a pity."

Looking back at the past, Wu Xie has a distant gaze. He doesn't know what choices he would make in that world, and whether he would be as stupid as he was back then.

"A Ning: "Who knows what that old fox is up to, anyway, this is what happened."

Your Third Uncle had already signed an agreement with us before he disappeared. If anything happens to him, you will be the one to take over."

Wu Xie: "No, he's sick! Why should I be assigned to his work? What right do I have to do it?!"

When this conversation came out, Wu Xie was stunned for a moment. He inexplicably felt that what Wu Xie said was somewhat familiar. Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind:

The dragon slayer eventually becomes the dragon...

Wu Xie shook his head, throwing away all the complicated thoughts in his mind and continuing to focus on himself.

Seeing that Wuxie regretted not finding more trouble to harm his uncle, which led to Wu Sansheng setting a trap for him first, he showed a heartbroken expression, as if his uncle had died.

Aning misunderstood them and thought that the uncle and nephew had a bad relationship. She was worried that Wuxie was not working hard, so she took the initiative to offer to pay him a commission.

An inexplicable sense of relief arose in his heart. Fortunately, at least in the other world he was paid to work, not for free!

Wu Xie was just about to talk to others about that world because of the butterfly effect caused by the presence of one more person around them, but the next second he saw An Ning gave her a commission of 20,000 yuan, and she happily accepted it.

Wu Xie's expression froze instantly. Thinking of the commissions of Brother and Hei Xia Zi, as well as Fatty Wang, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He covered his face with his hands and didn't want to look at the projection anymore. He really didn't want to face the fact that he was just cheap labor in the tomb-robbing world.

"Yohoo, not bad, it's 20,000 yuan."

Fatty Wang patted his shoulder cheerfully and spoke sincerely.

"I remember you didn't get a penny when you went down to the underwater tomb."

"Get lost! I went to save Third Uncle out of sentimentality. In the parallel world, I did it for 20,000 yuan. I'm much better than him!"

Wu Xie put on a serious face and tried to save face.

Next, everyone saw Zhang Qiling from that world, carrying them on his back and interacting with a whale as huge as a floating island in the sea, and witnessed the real scene of the legendary whale fall.

There was also a group of killer whales vying to interact with him, and he seemed to have gained some metaphysical things from the giant whale. In short, the whole scene was extremely mysterious.

The five tomb robbers only now truly realized that that world was indeed different from theirs. It just happened to have the same group of people as them and had the same stories in the past.

The story of the underwater tomb was briefly mentioned, which was very similar to their experience. However, what happened after they left the tomb was different from their world.

Aning from that world drove the boat away first and left them in the sea without any care.

At this critical moment, Zhang Qiling cut his finger and dripped blood into the sea, successfully summoning a group of Kirin Ocean Guards who came from thousands of miles away.

A large group of killer whales with extensive experience in rescuing bipeds.

Seeing the three people riding killer whales and playing happily in the sea, not to mention Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, the other three, even Zhang Qiling were very envious.

I really want to travel back in time...

Original Film Viewing 05: When Rumors Spread to Another World

The three of them successfully left the Xisha Sea, but the impact of this operation was not over yet.

For example, a wet little unicorn went home at night and was blocked at the door by his head of the family.

Zhang Qiling in the projection looked extremely helpless and just wanted to avoid this guilty scene. However, Zhang Qiling, who was sitting here watching the story, felt only envy in his heart.

He also wanted someone to wait for him when he returned home...

The next second he thought of how he once ran into Hei Xia Zi who tried to cheat him out of his card as soon as he returned to the courtyard, and how Wu Xie and the others were now making a lot of noise around him all day long.

Very good, he is even more envious!

Afterwards, the five tomb robbers saw Zhang Moyu helping Zhang Qiling to regulate his body and eliminate the sequelae of practicing bone shrinking skills. The whole process was complete.

Hei Xia Zi read it carefully, then said in a deep voice without turning his head.

"I can practice acupuncture techniques, but some of the herbs for the ointment are hard to find."

"Don't worry about the medicinal herbs. The auction house just happened to collect several hundred-year-old ginsengs and Tianshan Snow Lotus, among other top-grade medicinal herbs, a few days ago. I also have a rhino horn that I collected a while ago."

Xie Yuchen also quickly wrote down the recipe of the ointment and pointed out the most difficult-to-find ingredients.

Zhang Qiling glanced at them and silently said thank you.

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang looked at each other, and Fatty Wang spoke with a smile.

"It's a good thing that there's a way to help the little brother recuperate. We have to thank that big guy."

"Well, but we two can't just sit there and do nothing. When the time comes to accompany the little brother to recover, as well as provide him with food during the journey, it's up to us two."

Wu Xie raised his hand and patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder, also smiling gently.

The projection quickly showed the scene where Zhang Qiling tricked Hei Xia Zi into practicing quick bone-shrinking skills. Hei Xia Zi, who was watching at the moment, inexplicably had a bad premonition in his heart.

Within minutes, his premonition came true.

Obviously, it is not so easy to practice the quick bone-shrinking skill. Looking at himself in the projection being tortured to death, with a wilted look as if his soul has left his body, Hei Xia Zi couldn't help but shrink his body, hugged his arms with both hands, and took a deep breath with empathy.

The Zhang family's quick secret method is indeed terrifying!

Immediately afterwards, the second famous scene of the parallel world appeared.

Hei Xia Zi, who was unconscious from the pain, was laid flat on the bed. On the bedside table was a small incense burner and his beloved sunglasses. There were three incense sticks in the incense burner. Two young men in black stood upright at the head of his bed, silent.

Dead person offering picture.JPG:

The dead lying peacefully (the unconscious black bear)

Soul-sending incense (soul-resting incense) to guide the soul

The deceased's favorite tribute (sunglasses)

Everyone, three seconds of silence...

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang laughed mercilessly at Hei Xia Zi, and Jie Yuchen joined in the fun and asked Hei Xia Zi what he felt at the moment.

Hei Xia Zi didn't want to talk at this moment, but just looked at Zhang Qiling with resentful eyes.

You are such a black-hearted mute. Poor me, I have taken care of you for so many years without complaint, and this is how you treat me?

You are such a heartless man!!!

Zhang Qiling glanced at him indifferently, and naturally ignored his resentful gaze that was very noticeable.

That was done by him in another world, what does it have to do with him? If Hei Xia Zi has the guts, he can go and settle the score with him in another world.

After this little episode, the next scene is about Wu Xie returning to the old house and watching a melodramatic TV series with Grandma Wu.

The five people present were all suspicious.

"Something's wrong. The stories that Heaven has shown us are all very distinctive. Could this everyday scene be a precursor to something big?"

Wu Xie expressed his speculation based on his observations, and this time it was his turn to have an ominous premonition.

Next, when the melodramatic TV series was halfway through, several people saw Wuxie, who was happily chatting with his grandmother, suddenly froze in place and fell into deep thought.

Tiandao once again arranged subtitles for the inner voice, and densely packed small characters floated over Wuxie's head line by line.

"This bloody plot is so familiar, I feel like I've seen it somewhere / Wu Sansheng forced me into a desperate situation, Jie Lianhuan / The male protagonist killed the female protagonist's entire family, forced her into a desperate situation, and then captured and locked her up in a small dark room / Uncle San and Uncle Jie's family have always had a good relationship. One of them went out and the other came back, saying that he had killed someone, but who knows if it was just imprisonment / Uncle San is a scheming and calculating man with a cunning and cunning nature. He carries half a step of the criminal code on his back, and has a rather yandere and crazy demeanor.

To sum up, there is only one truth!

After failing to get the love he wanted, Third Uncle imprisoned his closest uncle and made him fake his death to become his canary. From then on, he could only cry in a small dark room.

My poor little sister Xiaohua lost her father at a young age because of my infatuated third uncle. She could only use her tender shoulders to support the family by disguising herself as a man.

It’s all Uncle San’s fault!

And when Third Uncle returned alone, he simply knelt at the Xie family ancestral temple for a day and a night, and then nothing happened. It must be because Xie's grandfather knew the truth, and knew that the two of them were actually in love, but were only prevented from being together due to worldly constraints, so he chose to help these two wild lovers who were deeply in love be together!

The contents of those thoughts were so shocking that the five tomb robbers fell silent.

After a while, Fatty Wang smacked his lips, his eyes widened, and he gave Wu Xie a thumbs up and spoke first.

"Oh my god! You're really evil in that world! You're truly evil! Your thinking is so wild, even more evil than yours. You're truly a genius!"

Wu Xie nodded with a strange and stiff expression. Even he himself didn't know how his own self in that world came up with these thoughts. His train of thought was a bit too unconventional.

"Tsk, you guys really don't say it, there's something a little weird about this kid Wuxie.

Using a lot of inexplicable clues made up by my imagination, I got three real pieces of information: Wu Sansheng was the mastermind behind the scenes, Jie Lian was still alive and hiding his identity under a pseudonym, and the ninth master of the Jie family was an insider.

It's really awesome! I've been walking around the world for so many years, what haven't I seen? But I've never seen anything this outrageous! "

Hei Xia Zi was full of sighs. It must be said that the Wu family had a sharp eye in choosing Wu Xie as the breaker.

This guy is indeed someone that even the Wang family's computing department can't figure out. With this kind of thinking mode, even if the intelligent AI twists itself into a pretzel, it can't be as weird as this.

Wu Xie's thinking is full of subjective initiative. He relies entirely on his imagination. He makes up stories out of nothing. The authenticity of the content is supported by metaphysics, and the main focus is on self-consistency in logic!

"Wait, let's not talk about anything else for now."

Xie Yuchen suddenly interrupted their conversation, turned to stare at Wu Xie, and smiled gently and kindly.

"I just want to know who the little flower sister in Wuxie's heart is, and that girl pretending to be a man!"

Xie Yuchen really wanted to show that he didn't care, but the gnashing of teeth between the lines revealed all the shame and anger in his heart.

It's okay to mistake him for a girl, it's normal for young people to have difficulty distinguishing between boys and girls, but suspecting that she is disguised as a boy is absolutely intolerable!

This involves his male dignity!

"Ha, what about Xiaohua? Let me explain."

Wu Xie felt a little guilty and short of breath. He wanted to say that it wasn’t him who said that, it was the him in the parallel world.

But when he grew up and met Xiaohua again, the words that Xiaohua said, suspecting that he had undergone sex reassignment surgery, suddenly resurfaced in his mind like a corpse.

Wu Xie then remembered that he had also mistaken Xiaohua for a girl for more than ten years.

Original Film Viewing 06: Weird Ideas and Off-the-Rail Painting Style

Wu Xie's explanation was pale and powerless. Fortunately, Jie Yuchen didn't really care about it, so he raised it high, put it down gently, and spared him.

Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief. God knew how afraid he was that Jie Yuchen would be really angry.

Now their whole family almost depends on Jie Yuchen, the big money sponsor, for food. Only Hei Xia Zi will occasionally go out to do some part-time work and have some spare money. They are all penniless paupers, and even Wu Xie is burdened with tens of billions of debts.

From this we can see that Xie Yuchen is the emperor of the family.

After Wuxie in the projection spread rumors about his third uncle, he somehow got confused again and deduced through his ridiculous imagination that there was a secret passage hidden in the house, and he went to Wu Erbai's study with great interest.

After a series of fierce operations, he successfully opened the secret passage with sophisticated mechanisms with his amazing luck, and almost met Jie Lianhuan who was locked in a small dark room in his "legend".

Seeing that Jie Lian was forced to jump out of the window and hide in the lotus pond, covered in mud, and even needed Wu Erbai to come to the rescue, the five tomb robbers present all showed satisfaction.

Who here hasn’t been cheated by the real and fake Wu Sansheng?

Now there is a sentence written in their eyes: You have come to this day!

Then, they saw even more explosive content.

In their world, when they went to the Qinling Sacred Tree, there were only Wu Xie and Lao Yang. But in the parallel world, Wu Xie not only found Fatty Wang, but also paid a very formal visit to Li Yuchen and invited him to join.

The expression on Wu Xie's face was calm and puzzled. Although they were clearly a counterpart in a parallel world, he had no idea what his former self was thinking.

It was obvious that during that period of time, Xiaohua and I had no other interactions except for our childhood friendship.

When Xie Yuchen saw that his parallel world self was finally about to appear, he sat up straight instantly and watched attentively. He was also curious about why Wuxie went to look for that self during that period of time.

The atmosphere after Wuxie and Jie Yuchen's meeting was harmonious, but they, the bystanders, sensed something was amiss.

Xie Yuchen frowned as he looked at Wuxie. He always felt that he had misunderstood something and suspected that he had some bad thoughts in his mind, but their conversation was normal.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he heard Wuxie talking in front of him. First, he dropped the bombshell that Jie Lianhuan was still alive, and then he told the shocking secret that Wu Sansheng risked his life for love.

Then, with clear thoughts and smooth logic, he told Jie Yuchen from that world all the love, hatred and vengeance that he had imagined about Wu Sansheng and Jie Lianhuan.

Something about going from teenage ignorance to crazy infatuation, from a pure love warrior to captivity play, left Jie Yuchen stunned.

Xiao Tiandao timely typed the words that Xie Yuchen was thinking at the moment on the public screen.

"If this matter were to be known by the underworld, how would they view him? And how would they view the Xie family?

My family is wealthy and we spend money lavishly, but your adoptive father is being held captive and played by an old man...

I am as elegant as the breeze, and have the bearing of a gentleman. But your adoptive father was treated like a canary by Wu Sanxing...

I'm ruthless and renowned, but your adoptive father has been left with broken bones and wounds all over the ground...

Forget it, whether this adoptive father is dead or alive isn't that important. He should think about secretly removing Jie Lianhuan from the family."

Not to mention the young Xie Yuchen in that world, even the mature President Xie, who had already completed all the plots in this world, felt a sense of suffocation when he saw the three rebuttal statements in the middle.

After seeing the last sentence, my eyes lit up again. It seems that I was full of energy and ideas during that period.

That old guy should have been removed long ago! Why didn't I think of it? He will go and look through the family tree later.

Just when Xie Yuchen in that world said, "Where is the evidence? You can't just rely on empty words to conclude that Xie Lian and... just let me believe that the two of them came up with such an ingenious escape."

Xie Yuchen stroked his forehead and sighed silently. He knew that when he asked this question, his self in that world already had some trust in Wuxie's words.

This is Wuxie's weird train of thought, leading him astray...

After Wuxie provided some seemingly reasonable but unconventional evidence, such as the secret passage in the study and the flavor of potato chips in the small dark room, Xie Yuchen from that world had already stepped into the trap and began to share with him the secrets of the Nine Gates that he had found.

As a result, when it was mentioned that Jie Lian had faked his death to escape and investigate the mysterious force, Wu Xie's words "Why not my third uncle go" were directly praised by Wu Xie in this world.

The more Wu Xie looked at the person in the projection, the more he liked himself. He was indeed worthy of being him! As expected, no matter which world he was in, he loved his Third Uncle deeply!

In the projection, Wuxie then discussed with Jie Yuchen the operation to rescue Jie Lianhuan, each with their own intentions to break up the old couple, and then made a series of conspiracy theories about the action proposed by Lao Yang.

Wu Xie and the others who were watching the show exclaimed that it was wonderful. Back then, they were like donkeys being led by the nose, but in the different world, they were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, and every step they took led them to places they had never expected.

There were a lot of people on the road leading to the Qinling Sacred Tree, and Zhang Moyu, the person they were paying close attention to, was also there.

First, they encountered a ghost on the winding mountain road. Then, the ghost behind Black Blind Man showed up, and Zhang Moyu used Black Blind Man as a joke for the ghost cultivators. Old Yang, who was sneaking around, was caught red-handed. Zhang Qiling was eyeing Jishui Cave, and the giant Zhe Luo frog, who was first fostered in nature...

Little things, familiar or unfamiliar, made Wu Xie and the others calm down and silently watch their former selves in another world.

Until Zhang Moyu transformed into a Qilin and fought against Zhu Jiuyin...

"Hmm~hmm? Wait, this isn't right! Why is the style of painting there different from ours? Huh?!!"

Fatty Wang widened his eyes in disbelief and was the first to speak in surprise.

"Qilin! The ancient mythical beast Qilin! Brother, were all the elders in your family so awesome and powerful?"

After Wu Xie was shocked and incredulous, he became excited. He originally thought that Qilin was the totem of the Zhang family, but he didn't expect that it really had the bloodline of a divine beast!

To be honest, it’s so fucking awesome!

"Mute, tell me the truth, can you also perform a magic trick to make someone alive? If you can, I want to..."

Hei Xia Zi turned his head and looked at Zhang Qiling, his eyes sparkling, even the thick sunglasses could not block his fiery gaze.

Zhang Qiling knew without hesitation that what Hei Xia Zi said next was definitely not good, so he denied it concisely and decisively.

"cannot!"

"Tsk, that's such a pity..."

Hei Xia Zi suddenly became wilted, and Zhang Qiling didn't want to know what he was regretting at all.

"Although their world is slightly different from ours, the style shouldn't be so drastically different. That senior must have suffered significant damage from using his avatar ability."

Only Xie Yuchen saw the other side hidden beneath the shocking scene. He looked calm and analyzed the situation very calmly.

"The terrain is restrictive, the enemy is strong, and most of our personnel are lagging behind. If we don't increase our strength, it will be difficult to protect everyone. This level of action will probably only happen this time."

Original Film 07: Home in Two Worlds

Just as they were shocked by their three views, they saw someone whose name was written as Xie Lianhuan and pronounced as Wu Sanxing being blindfolded and beaten.

A heart-pleasing scene plus one.

Then, Xie Yuchen said affectionately:

"I just feel sorry for my adoptive father, who passed away at such a young age. In a few months it will be his death anniversary. This year I plan to burn more paper money for him so that his life in the underworld will be easier."

It made everyone feel extremely comfortable. It was indeed soothing to watch the two old foxes being persecuted.

The scene changed, and Wuxie returned home and was urged to get married by Wu Erbai. After trying to shift the blame to Wu Sansheng but failed, he decisively made a shield for himself and became a sensation.

When he started talking about how he had liked Jie Yuchen since childhood and thought they were childhood sweethearts, and only later found out that he was a man but still loved him very much, Wu Erbai's high blood pressure was even triggered by him.

The line "I fell in love with a man whom I will never get" made Wu Xie, who was watching the movie, want to laugh but also feel embarrassed for himself.

Then he saw Wuxie in the projection, who successfully harmed his uncle and obtained a bank card with 200,000 yuan.

Wu Xie: ...his face instantly became expressionless.

When you are in debt of tens of billions, and then see your parallel self get a windfall, there is no greater pain in life than this.

Wu Sansheng was then summoned to the old house and given a beating. Wu Xie contacted Jie Yuchen and told him about his actions, and planned that if his family agreed, he would "change his affections" and change the rumored target to Zhang Qiling.

He said that Xiaohua amazed his time and Xiaoge made his years gentle. One was the white moonlight in front of the window and the other was the cinnabar mole on his heart.

This set of remarks was clearly rubbish. Even though they were in a different world, they could imagine how joyful the showdown would be.

"I didn't realize it, you naiveté, you actually want to have two wives!"

"My dear disciple, you are so brave in that world~. If you really follow Wuxie's plan, you will probably be beaten by the mute patriarch."

Fatty Wang and Hei Xiazi were making faces at each other, both enjoying the fun and not minding the trouble.

Wu Xie is no longer the innocent boy he used to be. Seeing that the two people who were slandered were not angry, he just made a joke.

"Of course not! I have such a sharp eye! If I can really get both of them, it would be a double blessing. Then Xiaohua will take care of the outside affairs and Xiaoge will take care of the inside affairs. One will be responsible for making money to support the family, and the other will be responsible for looking beautiful."

"Come on, I wouldn't even dare to think about it in my dreams."

Hei Xia Zi said that it was impossible to daydream, he also wanted such a life, and Fatty Wang also said something with a sneer.

"You want both, don't you?"

"Even if you didn't catch me, I still have to make money to support my family. What was that saying again..."

Xie Yuchen glanced at a few people with a proud and contemptuous look, and Wu Xie, Fatty Wang and Hei Xia Zi spoke in unison.

"One person earns money and five people spend it. I am Jie Yuhua from the capital!"

Xie Yuchen rolled his eyes at them gracefully, Wu Xie and the other two laughed happily, and Zhang Qiling couldn't help but curl his lips.

After a while of playing around, everyone's attention returned to the projection.

Seeing that Wuxie in that world was actually writing a novel online, and that every sentence in his outline reflected the love, hatred, and vengeance of Wu Sansheng that he had imagined, everyone present instantly cheered up.

Wu Xie quickly took out a pen and paper. Two evil people from different time and space, one was writing and the other was copying.

After copying the outline, Wu Xie handed it to Li Yuchen.

"Sorry for the trouble, Xiaohua, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Xie Yuchen raised the corner of his mouth in a playful arc and spoke with a smile on his face.

"Of course, I'll take care of things, don't worry."

He then found a professional online writer to write the outline into a novel, published it as quickly as possible, and wrote a sentence at the end saying that it was adapted from a true story.

If we spread the word a little more on the street, I guarantee that Wu Sansheng and Jie Lianheng will be discredited!

After reaching a pleasant consensus, the projection switched to another picture.

They saw Zhang Moyu and Zhang Qiling digging out eight living ancestors of the Zhang family from a tomb.

Then the ten members of the Zhang family gathered together and, using the "clucking" language of corpses, reviewed the major family events of the Zhang family from the Qin Dynasty to the present.

The scene was very strange at one point. If Xiao Tiandao hadn't given them thoughtful translation, they would have been able to only listen to the "cluck, cluck, cluck" sounds and be confused.

Tender beef five-way: !!!

That’s enough, stop talking. I know that your Zhang family has a long history and has produced many talented people from generation to generation.

They were so shocked that they were speechless. In the end, Wu Xie rubbed his stiff face and spoke first with a numb expression.

"This is really... a surprise."

"I always feel like my worldview has been shattered once again."

Xie Yuchen spoke softly, thinking of the many skills that Zhang Moyu seemed to have, and also of the vast intangible cultural heritage that had been lost in history over the past five thousand years.

He had a premonition from a capitalist that his self in that world would definitely try to connect with them, and then rely on the knowledge in the memories of these old antiques to take off and make his group bigger and stronger.

Maybe he will escape from the Xie family and become a world-famous first-generation capitalist...

Damn! Just thinking about it makes me excited. Why didn’t such a good thing happen to him?

Xie Yuchen suddenly envied himself in the parallel world. He became more interested in the next projection. If he in that world could not seize this opportunity, he would definitely despise himself to death.

"The mutes in that world must be living well."

Hei Xia Zi was silent for a long time and then said this.

Several people looked at Zhang Qiling tacitly. Zhang Qiling stared at the projection without blinking. He felt like he was watching a story that had nothing to do with him.

Without a sense of substitution, there would naturally be no envy or jealousy. He just thought in his heart that those who are favored and protected by their family must be very happy.

If that really is a parallel world, then he hopes that the other party can be protected by elders, relatives and friends, and will not have to go through the hardships of growing up, and will not have to face so much malice.

If he is tired, let him rest safely in the shelter.

If he wants to retreat, give him a way to return.

At least he could know that in some unknown world, Zhang Qiling could live a life without any restrictions...

Seeing that the group of people in the projection had settled down in Nanshan Villa, and even Hei Xia Zi had joined that family, Xie Yuchen suddenly spoke.

"Brother, do you want to live there? I remember that in our world, there is also a Lantian Jade Villa in Beilong Mountain, but I haven't learned much about it. I don't know if it is the same as the one they live in.

If you want, I will buy the villa later and we can move there to live in retirement.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiling turned around and looked at the concerned expressions of several people. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a faint smile.

"No, this is our home too."

There was a clicking sound, and it was Hei Xia Zi who quickly captured Zhang Qiling's faint smile.

Zhang Qiling's smile disappeared instantly, and before the others could come to their senses, he had returned to his calm demeanor.

"Oh my god, little brother, you looked so gentle and affectionate when you smiled just now."

"Hey, little brother, can you smile a little more? You look so pretty when you smile. You should smile more often..."

"Dumb, look, I captured your smile. Thanks to my quick hands and eyes..."

"Send it to me!"

"Give it to me too... Never mind, just send it to the group."

Several people were busy and lively, but Zhang Qiling was the only one who remained silent.

Original Film 08: Missing out on Billions and Raising a Little Qilin

Compared with their world, the parallel world with several ancestors of the Zhang family is obviously more lively.

For example, Zhang Qiling in that world experienced the classic combo of a beautiful woman recommending herself and elders urging him to get married.

For example, after the ancestors of the Zhang family adapted to life, they began to think about pursuing their dreams.

Moreover, each of these people is more ambitious than the other. Some of them plan to go abroad and establish a country to provide strong support for the Zhang family.

Some people plan to enter the Internet and other business groups to build a business empire.

Some people want to integrate the dark forces of other countries to protect their families.

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang were shocked and exclaimed, while Zhang Qiling and Hei Xia Zi were frantically thinking in their minds how far their plan could go.

Only Xie Yuchen frowned unconsciously, wishing he could slam the table and stand up.

The projection showed the ambitions of those seniors, their plans, and their progress, but where were the details? He wanted details! Details!

Without going into other details, why can’t the codes of the software that Zhang Benling created using his superb computer skills in the projection be shown to him?

Why can’t the formulas for those medicines for whitening and nourishing the skin, treating hair loss, treating impotence, and setting bones with raw meat be released for him to take a look!

That senior from the Zhang family who was researching intelligent robots, why couldn't he just spread the design drawings on the table and let him appreciate the art!

Why can't he take a look at the internal affairs of those American gangs, Italian Mafia, and Japanese gangs!

The more Xie Yuchen thought about it, the more upset he felt. He felt like he had missed out on hundreds of millions!

No, it should be said that it is tens of billions!

His heart hurts so much!

Even when he saw Wuxie making up rumors about the love triangle between Wu Sanxing and Wu Erbai in the book, and later when Wuxie's "affectionate personality" was overturned and he was beaten up by Wu Erbai, Xie Yuchen didn't feel any better.

Until he saw Zhang Molan team up with terrorists to bomb the Yasukuni Shrine...

Well, as a typical young flower grower, it is hard not to be happy when seeing this kind of news.

But when I think about the fact that there is no one in their world to bomb, I am not so happy anymore.

Wu Xie sighed slowly and suddenly spoke.

"Everything has exploded over there, and we need someone to take that thing a little further. What do you think about me finding some gangsters to dig a tunnel straight to the gate, and then plant some detonators underground?

For this achievement, my second uncle should give me a separate page during the next ancestor worship ceremony, right? "

"The detonator isn't powerful enough. I suggest replacing it with C4."

The black bear joined in the fun.

Then they saw an even more entertaining scene.

After meeting all the prerequisites, Zhang Qiling from that world successfully activated the skill of transforming into a little Qilin.

After a brief moment of shock, excitement followed.

They were very excited to see the little Qilin, and they were even more excited to see the little Qilin transformed by the little brother!

Even Zhang Qiling, who was watching the fun, couldn't help but light up his eyes and was full of anticipation for the next scene.

A little unicorn with a golden body and a little white on its four legs and tail, blinking its bright and innocent eyes, broke into their field of vision, instantly arousing a burst of excited howling like wolves and ghosts.

The scales on the young Qilin are still tender, and what is more obvious is the hair similar to lanugo that has not fallen off in the gaps between the scales. These hairs will not fall off until the growth period.

So now it seems that no matter how you look at the whole little beast, you can't see the majesty that a Qilin should have. Instead, it looks like a harmless furry creature, very cute and adorable.

"Ahhh! Fatty, did you see that? The little guy is so cute!"

"Aaaaaaaa! So cute!!!"

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang hugged each other excitedly, unable to hide the smiles on their faces. They looked as if they wished they could fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

But Hei Xia Zi's first focus is always so different, and he spoke in a very sour tone.

"Fuck, the little Qilin version of the mute is covered in gold, so cute."

Xie Yuchen rolled her eyes at him, feeling that his next words would be, “I want it too.”

Looking at the cute cub being carried around in the projection, Nenniu Wufang could only watch and enjoy the happiness of raising a Qilin in the cloud.

When Wu Xie saw Hei Xia Zi kidnapping a puppy from the Wu family to teach the little Qilin how to walk, he smiled and praised Hei Xia Zi for his vision.

Then he saw that the little Qilin was led astray by the puppy and developed some bad habits. Wu Xie's smile instantly froze on his face.

Zhang Qiling, who was sitting next to him, gave him a dark look. Wu Xie inexplicably felt a chill on his back, as if the little brother's knife would be on his neck in the next second.

Fortunately, the Zhang family heads in that world were still very reliable, and later a tiger family came to help raise the children. Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he had escaped a beating.

The next second he realized that something was wrong. Why was the guy staring at him? Shouldn't the culprit be the black bear?

Wu Xie glared at Hei Xia Zi, who pretended not to see anything and lamented that the projection given by Tian Dao could not be captured by the camera.

He really likes the little unicorn-shaped mute. If he could put a photo of him on the bedside, he would be happy just to look at that golden and spiritual little thing every day.

It was getting dark outside, and after today's projections were over, the few of them fell asleep with their thoughts of the little Qilin.

The next day, they wanted to raise the little cub in the clouds, but found that the scene suddenly changed to the road to Changbai Mountain. This was the plot of their trip to Yunding Palace.

Wuxie, Fatty Wang, Hei Xiazi and a few others took the train and suffered the same hardships as them.

The difference between them was that Zhang Qiling, several members of the Zhang family, and Jie Yuchen took a plane and then a helicopter to get there directly. They had a great time along the way.

When Wu Xie thought about the suffering he had endured in the past, he felt inexplicably jealous.

Then he saw Li Yuchen being led by a senior from the Zhang family to experience the freedom of flying, jumping off a hundred-meter chasm without a rope, enjoying a bungee jumping experience that could be described as a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Wu Xie looked at Jie Yuchen quietly with a pitiful look. Very good, the jealousy had disappeared.

Next came a bronze door that was exactly the same as the one in their world. Just when they thought they would wait for the bronze door to open, they saw the group of Zhang family elders groping around and successfully exploring a secret little door.

The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly froze. Hei Xia Zi nudged Zhang Qiling with his arm and asked him with a puzzled look.

"Dumb, it turns out that this bronze door of yours has a back door."

Zhang Qiling remained silent, with a rare look of confusion on his face.

Is there a backdoor? Why would there be a backdoor? What if someone discovers it? Has he been waiting in vain for ten years?

Suddenly I felt like I had been living a joke all these years.

"No, it's a world of difference."

Zhang Qiling suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head with a determined look.

Because he saw that the "ultimate" behind the door was different, there was no evil god in their world, and he knew that behind the door was a channel connecting to the world's consciousness.

Original Film Viewing 09: Recalling the 30 Billion Yuan

The evil girl from another world did not attract the attention of Wu Xiexin. Although the evil girl was beautiful, cursed people dirty, and could reproduce asexually, that was not important.

What’s important is that they saw that Jie Lian was put in a sack by Hei Xia Zi and kidnapped behind the bronze door.

When Jie Yuchen and Jie Lianheng were confronting each other, the eyes of Wu Xie and the others lit up. They all knew that they were planning to steal Jie Lianheng away and lock him up in a small dark room for transformation without Wu Sansheng's knowledge.

Great news!

Sure enough, Jie Lian was secretly packed up and taken away by Jie Yuchen, successfully adding another experience of faking his death.

After returning home, Zhang Qiling suddenly discovered that his family was conducting blasting experiments at home, causing another chaos.

Wuxie fell into a state of shame and rage after discovering that Wu Sansheng had secretly looked at his computer, suspected of seeing the special learning materials he had saved, and sent all his saved manuscripts.

He directly took the toilet bowl soaked in feces and rushed to Wu Sansheng's house, and fought with him bravely for 300 rounds, but there was no winner!

Wu Xie, who was watching the movie, was suddenly enlightened and felt that he had discovered a path that he had never imagined before.

Next time he has the chance, he must try it!

Considering his current fighting strength after being specially trained by Hei Xia Zi, and Uncle San's aging condition, he still has a good chance of killing the old man with a punch to the face.

Wu Xie's current mental state is also very good, which means that this move is simple and efficient, and the main purpose is to make him disgusted to death if he can't kill him.

There were a bunch of mosaic images in his mind and his heart was filled with evil thoughts with a dark atmosphere, but the smile on Wu Xie's face was extremely gentle, as clean and pure as he was more than ten years ago.

When Third Uncle was young, he used to play around with him and have fun. Now that he's so old, it's time for him to suffer a little...

The projector then played some related images of the Zhang family, such as the journeys of the Zhang family's predecessors to stir up trouble, and the return of the overseas young Zhangs from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Then, the revived Zhang family naturally set their sights on the Wang family.

Wu Xie and his companions instantly perked up, wanting to see how those people found the Wang family's headquarters. With the capable seniors of the Zhang family around, they shouldn't have to go through all kinds of setbacks, hardships, and huge losses like them before achieving their goal.

The development of things was both unexpected and reasonable.

Zhang Molan took the lead in sneaking in and found out the location of the Wang family. Then he used pure individual force to crush them and fought a blitzkrieg.

Because they immediately eliminated the enemy's base armed control, and when the enemy's intelligent body had its own individual ideas and acted as a traitor, they went straight to the enemy.

The Wang family on the opposite side didn't even organize an effective defense, and in the end they didn't have a chance to use the poison gas and explosive self-destruct programs that would have destroyed themselves.

The experimental subjects trapped in the Wang family base were also rescued. The scene was even bloodier and more disgusting than those in zombie movies. However, all those who were still alive and had hope of being rescued were brought back to the Zhang family.

Wu Xie and the others were unusually silent when they saw this.

"We can't use their methods. Those experimental subjects can't be saved here."

Hei Xia Zi spoke in a somewhat heavy tone, patted the shoulder of Zhang Qiling, who was obviously in a low mood, and comforted him very considerately.

"We've done it, the best we could."

"Everything is wrong with the Wang family. I only now realize that those beasts didn't even spare their own family. They are really crazy about wanting to live forever."

Wu Xie stared at the two people with gorgeous wings in the projection, his expression mixed with pity and a bit of hostility.

"Who said it wasn't? I never thought there were so many special bloodlines in the world. The Wang family is quite capable. They can even find them. I thought only my brother and his family were special."

Fatty Wang also had a look of emotion on his face, and then suddenly seemed to think of something. He touched his belly and spoke mysteriously to Wu Xie.

"You're so naive! Do you think I have some special bloodline? Look at my protective divine fat. I can even be a nimble fat man in the tomb and make a name for myself.

Do you see any fat tomb raiders? I am the only one who is unique. I am even more agile than the average martial artist. I think I am quite impressive.

Fatty Wang stroked his hair proudly and boasted about himself, earning a cold stare from Wu Xie.

"Come on, you? You're just daydreaming."

"Tsk, don't look down on Fatty, what do you think, Flowery?"

Fatty Wang looked at Jie Yuchen, who had been silent, with hope.

Xie Yuchen looked up at him lazily, then cast his dim gaze on Wu Xie and spoke in a soft and ethereal tone.

“Oh… In the projection, I only saw one thing.

In that world, I have billions of dollars in wealth, and a bright future that is clearly visible to the naked eye."

He's so jealous! He's so jealous!

Although he is rich, he doesn't really regard money as dirt.

Back then, he risked his life for his brothers! He spent 30 billion without blinking an eye!

Now, many years have passed, and although he has never regretted it, he still feels heartbroken when he thinks about it occasionally. This heartache can only be relieved by working hard to make money and using the company's accounts to numb himself...

Wu Xie's hairs stood on end when he was looked at by him, and he obviously remembered the 30.26 billion foreign debt he owed.

His eyes instantly became clear, revealing a naive, somewhat ingratiating smile.

"Huahua~"

"Don't yell like that, it's disgusting."

Xie Yuchen glanced at Wu Xie with extreme disgust and shifted his attention back to the projection.

30 billion was spent, and there is nothing to say about it since he did it voluntarily. As the saying goes, money spent will come back.

In fact, he didn't intend to ask Wu Xie to pay back the money. He just treated it as money to burn for fun, to make him happy.

After the Wang family declared bankruptcy, Zhang Rishan also faced the family's belated judgment. He was treated as a pure reproduction tool and all his value was squeezed out. In the meantime, the Zhang family integrated the Crescent Hotel into the external forces.

For various reasons, Yin Nanfeng knelt very smoothly without any resistance. Due to her good and submissive attitude and the ability of the Crescent Hotel, the Zhang family gave them the greatest freedom. In addition to having an additional master who needed to be supported, Yin Nanfeng could continue to be her domineering queen.

Soon, the incident of going to the Golmud Sanatorium in Qinghai came, which was a prelude to the incident at the Queen Mother Palace of the West.

A member of the Zhang family named Nan Xihe attracted their attention. Wu Xie saw the shadow of his youth in this young man.

Just as innocent, harmless, carefree, curious and talkative.

However, when he was young, he was not as clingy and spoiled as him. Seeing Zhang Qiling being pestered by this man and looking like he had lost all hope in life, Wu Xie and the others couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh secretly.

Original Film Viewing 10: Thanks to the parallel world for the jokes

What was presented before the plot of Tamudu was Jie Lianhuan's "A man changes a lot when he grows up".

It was created by Xie Yuchen at great expense, and it fits the character "Xie Huanhuan" in Wu Xie's works perfectly!

When they saw Jie Lianheng, who looked 80% similar to Wu Sansheng and was obviously more refined because of Jie Yuchen's maintenance during this period, Wu Xie and the others were so shocked that they dropped the melons in their hands.

What did they see? ! ! !

A cute middle-aged Jie Lianhuan in a black and white kawaii maid outfit version!

Wu Xie shouted “Fuck” and then slapped his thigh with a look of regret.

"Why can't the projection be captured by a camera? It would be great if we could take a picture of it and stick it next to Uncle San's bed!"

Although he didn't understand why Wu Xie wanted to post such a photo next to his third uncle's bed, Jie Yuchen, who was also full of resentment towards Jie Lianhuan, had an expression of regret on his face that was no less than his.

He even took out his phone and tried again, confirming again and again that he couldn't capture the projection. Then he sighed and spoke in disappointment.

"I wish I had this photo. I could print a few thousand copies and give them as souvenirs to people on the street."

Xie Yuchen's tone was calm, but his behavior of throwing away his own reputation in order to take revenge on Xie Lianhuan inexplicably gave people a dizzy feeling.

"It's not impossible, Tian Zhen and Hua Ye. If you really want to, why don't we just wait until we find Wu Sansheng, tie him up secretly, and take a few photos?"

Fatty Wang was happy to watch the fun and even recommended other types of women's clothing to them, saying that if their bottom line was lower, they could even take pictures of things that would not pass the review and use them to threaten Wu Sansheng.

Hei Xia Zi even gave them a bad idea, thinking that there was no need to go through all that trouble. He suggested that Jie Yuchen find some people who were good at Internet technology and could just photoshop a few fake photos and use them in the same way.

After all, Wu Sansheng has a great reputation in the underworld. When the shocking news of him wearing women's clothes came out, everyone wanted to watch the show. Who cares whether it is true or not?

As soon as Hei Xia Zi said this, the others gave him a thumbs up.

As expected, when it comes to being a bad person, you are the one, Xia Xia!

Just as they were looking forward to the appearance of "Xie Huanhuan", as time went by, an interesting scene that appeared earlier than the Shura field in Wu San Province was the photo of Dunhuang Flying Apsaras taken by Nan Xihe in the Gobi Desert.

Each picture shows a combination of temperament and beauty, and the pictures of handsome men with an elegant and divine aura are so fascinating that people can't take their eyes off them. There is no need to say much about the appearance, figure, and temperament of the Zhang family members. They seem like beauties flying out of the Dunhuang murals.

However, among the bunch of handsome men, there was an outlier. Fatty Wang, wearing a white flying fairy robe, was mixed in with them. He was like a chicken standing out among a group of cranes, so unique!

That finger picking up the flower, that sweet smile...

It was as if Maitreya Buddha appeared to save the world...

Well, it's also very divine~

Wu Xie originally thought that since they in the parallel world had started their journey a few years earlier than him and had brought so many more family members with them, their journey would definitely be smoother than theirs.

Unexpectedly, they encountered the same sandstorm over there, but the final result was different.

On his side, he and Jie Yuchen got separated from the main group and almost died of thirst in the desert.

The ones who got separated from the main group were Wu Sansheng and Pan Zi, who were in a hurry to get on the road. Wu Sansheng even fainted due to lack of water.

When Wu Xie saw this scene, he was in a very good mood, and inexplicably felt that things were changing.

When Wuxie was holding the unconscious Wu Sansheng with an anxious look on his face, Xiao Tiandao once again put his thoughts on the projector.

"Uncle San, please don't die!

After you die, grandma will catch me and urge me to get married, but I will be the only one left! What will I do then?

And you also said that you wanted me to see you off to the end of your life. Then all your inheritance will be mine. You have so many treasures, and I don’t even know where you hid them. Please don’t get into any trouble!

Even if you're really going to die, at least you can at least tell me your bank card password and where you got your passbook!"

This inner monologue of pure filial piety made everyone except Wu Xie gasp in amazement, and they all turned their eyes to him.

Wu Xie was being looked at by several people, but he did not feel intimidated at all. He looked calm and smiled and joked to himself.

"I didn't expect that I was quite clear-headed in that world. I wasn't emotionally attached at all. I was much more realistic than I was back then."

"really."

Xie Yuchen looked at Wu Xie, then at Hei Xia Zi, and after comparing the two, he spoke thoughtfully.

"How could you two become master and apprentice? You really are of the same lineage."

Look at the Wuxie in the projection. He talks about money every word he says. He almost thought that the person was possessed by Black Blind Man.

Wuxie in the projection knew that Wu Sansheng was fine, he just had heatstroke. The sadness on his face disappeared in a second, and he threw Wu Sansheng there. His expression changed very quickly.

He is no less funny than the fat Maitreya Buddha King just now.

Afterwards, Wu Sansheng, who suffered from heatstroke, accepted the Zhang family's extremely unpalatable special medicine and was fed it. Then he met a younger version of himself - "Xie Huanhuan".

Under Xie Huanhuan's gentle care, Wu Sansheng fell into doubt about his life.

Jie Lianhuan awkwardly dressed up as a woman, hiding his identity to seduce his brother, and Wu Sansheng looked at the face that looked very similar to the younger version of Jie Lianhuan, looking at him shyly and wanting to say something, and he almost vomited.

Under Xie Yuchen's oppression and guidance, the two were forced into an emotional tug-of-war. Others were watching the live broadcast in another car, recording their dark history in real time.

"If we're talking about having fun, we in that world are the best at it."

Fatty Wang sighed and shook his head, which was a different approach compared to the parallel world.

In contrast, although their experiences were equally magnificent and full of wonder, they lacked some vitality and joy, and seemed much more depressing and heavy.

"Yeah, when we took this trip back then, we ate compressed biscuits all the way. Look at what other people eat."

Wu Xie looked at the projection and saw a group of people enjoying the air conditioning in their car, eating freshly steamed rice, two hot dishes and a soup in the desert. It was impossible for him not to feel jealous.

If he had such environmental conditions back then, he wouldn't have been scorching hot during the day and freezing cold at night!

However, Wu Xie's envy did not last long. After he saw himself and Fatty Wang in the projection suffering from diarrhea and fainting after eating a bunch of grilled scorpions, all he could do was gloat over his own misfortune in the parallel world.

Sure enough, the world is fair, hahahaha...

Having just finished gloating over his own misfortune in the parallel world, Wu Xie laughed once again in gloating after they entered the rain forest.

Wu Sansheng in the parallel world was obviously not as at ease as the people in their world. Not long after he started walking, he discovered a large number of parasites on his back.

In their world, the only unlucky one was Wu Xie, but in the parallel world, Wu Xie, Wu San Sheng, and Wang Pangzi all suffered.

After watching the projection for so long, Wu Xie discovered a pattern:

As expected, people named Wuxie are all weird, hahahaha...

Original Film 11: Comparison of Two Worlds

Soon, Chen Wenjin also appeared in the projection.

The long-awaited love triangle Shura field is online, starring:

Xie Lianhuan, who is dressed as "Xie Huanhuan" in women's clothing, Wu Sansheng, who is old and ugly, and Chen Wenjin, who is still beautiful but has a forward-looking spirit.

First, Wu Sansheng and Chen Wenjin pretended to meet again after a long separation, and their expressions were very real, but in fact they didn't even hold hands.

Then Jie Lianhuan took off his disguise and excitedly reunited with Wu Sansheng. The two hugged each other tightly, and it could be said that they were inseparable.

All the emotional gossip and rumors about Wu Sansheng seem to have weight at this moment. As an observer, I can only say that sometimes, love and not love are really obvious.

Although the current situation is very different from what Wu Sansheng had planned, he still firmly intends to proceed according to the plan.

I called Wuxie and Jie Yuchen over to have a showdown, but suddenly a big bombshell popped up.

"Xiaohua, I know you've suffered a lot over the years, but we also had our own difficulties. Back then..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Xie Yuchen was so angry that he cursed and asked in a sharp and resounding tone:

"You still have the nerve to bring up what happened back then! You faked your own death and escaped, that was a conspiracy between you and Wu Sanxing!

What? You two lovers finally get married, live happily together, and don’t care about other people’s lives anymore, right?

A huge thunder shocked Wu Sansheng and several others in the projection, and they were stunned. It was simply life-changing, and everyone watching the drama couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"If we're talking about bravery, we have to look no further than our Hua'er Ye. He just goes right in front of the enemy and goes all out!"

Hei Xiazi smiled and gave Xie Yuchen a thumbs up. Xie Yuchen's mouth corners curled up wildly. He politely bowed to him and spoke in a humble tone.

"No, no, this is all thanks to Wu Xie. He tricked me from that world into a trap without even suspecting anything. It's truly weird!"

After Wu Xie vented his emotions with a loud laugh, he rubbed his cheeks which were sore from laughing, squinted his eyes and spoke with a gentle smile.

"In that world, I just didn't use my intelligence properly, and I was much better at making up rumors out of thin air.

But I have to say, his strangeness is just right, much better than my luck. If I had been more imaginative back then, maybe..."

As Wu Xie spoke, the relaxed smile on his face disappeared. If he had had this brain and this luck back then, perhaps he wouldn't have to bear this favor worth more than 30 billion.

For the Wang family, he has let down too many people...

In the projection, Xiao Tiandao once again gave the viewers a plug-in that allowed them to see their inner thoughts. This time, he projected the inner thoughts of Wuxie and Jie Yuchen onto the projection, one above and one below.

So, they saw Wuxie looking at his beautiful, strong and miserable childhood friend with heartache, and while he felt that Wu Sansheng and Jie Lianhuan were not human beings, he became more determined to let Wu Sansheng marry into the Jie family and give him to Jie Yuchen as compensation.

When Xie Yuchen heard that Xie Lian cared more about Wu Sansheng's plan than the Xie family, he sentenced the Xie family to death in his heart. He decided to quit his job and switch to the Zhang family to live the retirement life of a high-level worker.

His career brain, full of business calculations, was reawakened, his IQ regained its upper hand, and the previous surging emotions seemed fake, disappearing without a trace in his mind in an instant.

He even drew up a plan to transfer the Jie family's property in just a few seconds, which shows that he had a strong desire to change his family's ownership.

Xie Yuchen, who was watching the movie, was stunned when he saw this. What a guy! He just thought of expelling Xie Lian from the family tree, and you simply don’t want the family anymore?

This kind of courage... Xie Yuchen even admires his parallel world self.

As expected of Xie Yuchen! He is indeed decisive and has a long-term vision!

"So, the Xie family in that world is gone too~"

Hei Xia Zi's mean voice suddenly rang out. Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie felt unhappy when they thought about the different causes and effects in the two worlds.

Although the results in the two worlds are similar, they seem to be much worse off than their counterparts in the parallel world.

Xie Yuchen thought of himself in a parallel world, where he had personal wealth that was almost emptied out of the entire Xie family, and he had the Zhang family as a solid backing, as well as plenty of free time.

And here, after he experienced Wu Xie's "honey trap scam", his wealth shrank dramatically, leaving only an auction house and a few medium-sized companies opened in foreign countries. He is still working diligently to make money.

Wu Xie also silently compared himself to the other one. That one was full of imagination all day long, and his spiritual world was very exciting. He still maintained the innocence unique to teenagers, but was a little bit sinister occasionally.

He is not burdened with billions of dollars in debt, nor is he burdened with various debts of favor. Although he still has only a vague understanding of his uncle's schemes, it is hard to say that he is unhappy.

In this world, he is heavily in debt, disappointed in his family, and forced to support his old age. The brothers around him can be said to be a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people, and they just live here day by day.

The two looked at each other and saw sympathy in each other's eyes.

When I think about it, they are so miserable. ×2

The biggest variable in that world is the Zhang family. When Wu Xie and his companions thought of the group of living ancestors of the Zhang family in that world, especially the leader, they became more and more envious and couldn't help but secretly glance at Zhang Qiling a few more times.

Zhang Qiling noticed their gazes and silently pulled his hat up, like an ostrich, blocking out the sight of others.

Give up. Even if he digs up his ancestral grave, he will only pull out some thousand-year-old rice dumplings.

He also wanted to have the head of the family by his side! Unfortunately, without him, there was no one, even if the ancestral graves were dug up.

After sighing for a while, they saw that the book written by Wuxie in that world became a big hit, and he himself became famous. Not only did he make a lot of money, he also had special interviews and released physical books.

The better Wu Xie's life is in that world, the more bitter Wu Xie feels in this world.

Watching his other self becoming famous, rising to prominence, and becoming the center of attention, Wu Xie was almost envious to death, and his deep gaze fell on Li Yuchen.

He remembered that he seemed to have given the outline he had copied down to Jie Yuchen. He wondered if it would be too late for him to get it back and write it himself.

Xie Yuchen felt his vague gaze and knew what he was thinking without even looking. He didn't even change his sitting position and spoke calmly.

"Forget it. Forget about that idea. I've already sent the outline to my secretary. Judging by his execution, he should have already contacted a writer and written more than a dozen chapters by now."

The most important thing is that this is a cash cow that is likely to become very popular. It is a typical low investment and high return. He thinks it is better to hold it in his own hands.

And the most important thing is, after giving it to Wu Xie, with his weird physique, what if something goes wrong?

He even suspected that when the copyright of the book written by Wuxie in the parallel world was sold to be adapted into a TV series, would it be so weird that people would die every day or celebrities would have their reputations ruined?

That would be a real sin...

Original Film 12: The Joyful Zhang Family in Another World

Wu Xie regretted that he had missed an opportunity to achieve success, but his original intention of writing this book was to publicize his uncle's love story and earn some pocket money. In fact, there was not much difference between Xiaohua arranging someone to write it and him writing it.

The Zhang family in the projection was very lively. The eldest Zhang Molan took the lead in doing the "Shamatte" style, and then the four younger Zhangs were seen being punished to kneel under the clan leader's attic.

Xiao Tiandao also thoughtfully gave a close-up shot: On the gorgeous and classical Qiangong Babu bed, Zhang Qiling woke up hazily from his sleep in the early morning, moved to a comfortable sleeping position, and lay in bed lazily.

After a few seconds, the camera was focused on the four little ones kneeling downstairs.

And these few seconds successfully made the five tomb-robbers watching envy them.

"He's sleeping so soundly, little brother. That bed looks like an antique..."

Wu Xie subconsciously showed concern for Zhang Qiling, who seemed to be sleeping soundly in the other world, and then habitually set his eyes on the Qiangong Babu bed, which looked to be quite old.

"It's not an antique. It looks like a modern handicraft. However, this thing is not easy to make. The material looks like small-leaf red sandalwood. The structure, design and carving are all at the master level. It is definitely a lost craft in our area.

Red sandalwood is not cheap, and with the cost of the craftsmanship, this bed is definitely worth a fortune."

Hei Xia Zi said that he has a lot of say when it comes to high-end handicrafts like this. His family used to have a Qiangong Babu bed, which was made entirely of golden nanmu wood, but it seemed to have been sold later.

"It's not just the bed. This set of bedding would be quite expensive if it were sold outside. Although I don't see any brand names, the texture and color of the fabrics are definitely high-end custom-made."

Xie Yuchen, who was equally knowledgeable, also joined the evaluation. After all, he had been rich before and had seen a lot of good materials. It was quite easy for him to distinguish the good from the bad with just a few simple comments.

The fabric looks delicate, smooth and soft, with a natural luster like pearls. The wrinkles will slowly smooth out automatically, and under the dim light, it has a soft and hazy feeling.

If nothing else, this is definitely high-end fabric.

However, he seemed to have never seen that kind of material before. He suspected that it was woven by the Zhang family themselves. He had no evidence and relied entirely on intuition!

"Forget about the bed. Did you see the night light on the bedside table when the picture flashed just now?

That thing looks like a night-shining pearl, wow, it's so big, and it emits a soft, beautiful silver-blue light. It must be worth a fortune!"

Fatty Wang sighed deeply, feeling an itch all over his heart. When he was in the underwater tomb, he wanted a night pearl. He had been thinking about it for so many years, but until now he had never come across the shadow of a real night pearl. It made him sad just thinking about it.

Zhang Qiling remained silent the entire time, looking at the person in the projection who was so relaxed and lazy that he didn't seem like himself, and his heart suddenly beat faster.

He wanted to... He also wanted to visit that parallel world...

What would that life be like?

Even if it's just for one day...

Under the brim of the hat, a certain little Qilin's eyes were almost dripping with envy. The light around the little Tiandao flashed twice and fell silently behind him.

In the projection, Zhang Qiling was attracted by the four little ones kneeling downstairs. He went down to ask them out of curiosity, but got a ridiculous answer.

The first one: Zhang Ruiping was caught by the clan elders for privately painting a portrait of the clan leader in revealing clothes with suspicious motives. He was beaten and sent here to kneel and reflect on his actions.

The second one: Zhang Ruijin had a conflict with Zhang Ruiping, and laughed arrogantly and maliciously when Zhang Ruiping was being beaten. He was beaten by the clan elders and sent here to kneel and reflect on himself.

The third one: Zhang Haixia was beaten by the clan elders and sent here to kneel and reflect on himself because he praised Zhang Haiping's painting as good, full of charm and very beautiful.

The fourth one: Zhang Haishe was beaten by the clan elders and sent here to kneel and reflect on himself because he criticized Zhang Haiping's painting as bad, too bold and disrespectful.

The four little ones each had their own reasons, but the common point was that they were all beaten by the elders of the clan and forced to kneel down and reflect on themselves.

The people watching couldn't help laughing again.

"Brothers, you've got to say it, that Mr. Mo is also a wonderful person. He wants to hit someone without any reason."

Fatty Wang looked very happy and became more interested in the variable that changed everything.

"Who says they're unreasonable? There's a lot of truth in what's written between the lines!"

Hei Xia Zi said this with a beaming expression, as if he had learned something new from the projection, and the eagerness on his face could not be hidden.

"It's not a random punishment."

Zhang Qiling spoke in a cold voice, as if he was arguing for someone.

"Painting, you have nothing to do, you are disrespectful to the clan leader, you secretly kept the clan leader's portrait, it's risky to reveal it to others, you deserve to be beaten.

Those who are gloating over others' misfortunes and have nothing to do will be beaten up to reduce the possibility of revenge from the former. It is a lesson and conducive to unity.

As for the remaining two, teach them to mind their own business and instead of just flattering others with words, do something practical."

Zhang Qiling spoke a long paragraph, and every word he said was very serious. Then he found that the others were looking at him with a very curious look.

"Brother, you've become more and more taciturn in recent years. It's been a long time since I saw you talk so much in a row."

Wu Xie smiled and spoke in a nostalgic tone. Zhang Qiling wanted to say that he didn't talk much in the past, but he moved his lips and finally chose to give him a look and let him understand for himself.

"Yeah, little brother, the less you talk, the harder it will be to speak. The more you talk, the more eloquent you become. Speak more often and don't keep everything bottled up."

Fatty Wang patted Zhang Qiling on the shoulder and looked at him expectantly.

Zhang Qiling was silent for two seconds and nodded silently.

Fatty Wang lost his temper all of a sudden, took a deep breath, and showed a caring and loving look like an old father.

"Alright, little brother, if you really don't want to talk about it, we can't force you, right? I just kind of miss Professor Zhang back then..."

Thinking of Professor Zhang in the underwater tomb of the Xisha Islands, Wu Xie seemed to suddenly remember something and spoke abruptly.

"Speaking of which, little brother, Professor Zhang back then... your acting was quite convincing. Was it due to the character's needs, or did you let yourself go?

How about you make two more human skin masks and we can follow the trend and do cosplay at home?"

Wu Xie, who has now evolved into a sinister monster, comes up with all kinds of crooked ideas. Zhang Qiling looked at him speechlessly and with disgust, indicating with his eyes that he doesn't want to play house with them.

Next is the projection of other members of the Zhang family, including Zhang Ruihe, who is half human and half spider, raising spiders and entering the textile industry.

Xie Yuchen's mouth twitched when he saw this. He didn't expect that the high-end fabric he had praised before actually came from this. Not only was it a monopoly, but it was also a brand new material that was waterproof, fireproof, electrical, dustproof and bulletproof, which was an ultra-high-end market.

Weaving this kind of cloth really depends entirely on talent, and others can't learn it even if they want to.

Original Film Viewing 13: If you are envious, go and watch it

The scene changed and the focus was on Zhang Zhiyi, who returned to China for academic exchange.

Seeing Zhang Zhiyi take out several robot design drafts from his suitcase and prepare to have technical exchanges with officials, Xie Yuchen was stunned for a moment and then became excited.

"Hurry, hurry, where's the paper and pen? Take notes! Copy as much as you can. He has more advanced technology than us. This is all money!"

While he was speaking, Hei Xia Zi quickly jumped over the sofa and ran straight to the study. He got paper and pen as quickly as possible and stuffed some into everyone's hands.

The time is short and the task is heavy, so Xie Yuchen quickly arranged the task.

"Wu Xie, Fatty, try to record the information that's been on your desk for a long time. Be smart and record the main items, keywords, English aliases you don't understand, and numerical parameters.

Young man, you and the blind man have good memory and fast handwriting. You should mainly remember the information they are reading. Don't worry about how the words are written, what language is used, or whether it is a secret code. Just remember it quickly and know what was written afterwards.

My responsibility is to follow their train of thought and write down the information that is useful to us at this stage."

After the words fell, the room was silent. No one spoke again, leaving only the rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other.

Several people were holding pens and working on their homework in a hurry, almost rubbing sparks on the paper.

On the projection, Zhang Zhiyi had just finished introducing the consciousness access and intelligent drive sections when Xiao Tiandao ruthlessly turned the screen away.

Xie Yuchen was just at the critical moment when he saw this. He was so excited that he squeezed the pen in his hand until it was deformed, as if he saw a bright future disappearing from his sight. His irritable anger was visibly rising up.

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang also stopped writing with a look of regret, looking at the two or three pieces of paper in their hands, which were written like scribbles, and then looked at the dozen or so pieces of paper in front of Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling's desks, feeling a little embarrassed.

Hei Xiazi quickly finished writing on the sheet in his hand, then silently flipped through the first two sheets and began to draw the design on the blank space with a steady hand. He had to draw quickly while he still remembered...

Zhang Qiling continued writing without raising his head. His memory was better than Hei Xia Zi's, and he could still remember everything he saw in a short period of time. If he was given more time, he would probably be able to copy down all the information he saw.

Next, the projection showed Hei Xia Zi and Wu Xie, who each obtained two heavy gold jewelries by chance and discovered a hidden map inside them.

Soon, they confirmed that it was a map of the ruins of the Maurya Dynasty, and they were targeting Nan Xihe, who had the blood of the Maurya royal family.

Relying on their skills and courage, a group of people set out to travel and explore Thailand with great enthusiasm.

As a result, on the first night in Thailand, Wu Xie encountered a ghost calling his soul from behind when he was taking a walk; a ghost hand stretched out from the toilet when he was using the restroom; and an old ghost sat on him when he was sleeping...

Not to mention the damned Wuxie himself, even the five tomb robbers who were sitting here watching were numb.

Hei Xia Zi patted Wu Xie's shoulder and spoke meaningfully.

"My dear disciple, please don't go to Thailand for fun. I'm afraid you won't be able to come back if you go."

Wu Xie's face was full of black lines, and he spoke in a bad mood.

"Fuck off! I'm going abroad! I don't even have a hundred bucks on me right now."

Of course, even if he had money, he would not go to a place like Thailand.

As we all know, South Korea, Myanmar, and Thailand all have excellent medical technology. One specializes in plastic surgery, one specializes in kidney surgery, and one specializes in sex change...

Who would go to those countries for fun?

This expedition to the Maurya Empire was only briefly mentioned in a few scenes, such as Zhang Hailou and Nan Xihe exchanging identities and discovering that a Japanese foreigner was the mastermind behind the incident and brought a team of mercenaries with him.

The village is in collaboration with a group of Thai grave keepers. In the tomb, they encounter a stray Zhang who has great skills but is mute, and Zhang Hailou's cool skill of hiding a knife in his mouth.

Several people watched with great interest.

After returning, the matter of selecting the chief martial artist soon took place around Zhang Qiling.

Looking at the exquisite, grand and retro decoration, which seemed like a scene of a martial arts competition to win a bride, Wu Xie and the others' eyes lit up and they looked at Zhang Qiling with teasing eyes.

Zhang Qiling suppressed their desire to watch the show with a calm look, and his ears, hidden under the brim of his hat, turned slightly red with shame.

Next is the Zhang family’s grand sacrificial ceremony.

The Zhang Qiling in the projection had completely lost his former appearance when he put on dignified and magnificent clothes, walked onto the high stage surrounded by the crowd, and solemnly revered the heavens.

That is the real head of a clan who holds great power and commands the respect of all.

He is the leader of the pack, a signpost, a belief, an anchor, and what Zhang Qiling has always wanted to be...

"Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Suddenly, a strange and childish voice sounded in his ears, and Zhang Qiling's dazed eyes suddenly focused. This voice... was the Heavenly Dao that played the projection for them.

He tilted his head to look at the small Tiandao floating beside him, emitting a faint light. He pursed his lips slightly, said nothing, and turned his gaze to Wu Xie and the others.

Wu Xie took the lead and smiled at him, gave him a comforting look, and then spoke to Tiandao.

"Hello, thank you for letting us see everything that happened in the parallel world. It can be seen that we are all living well in that world...

Seeing these really makes me feel healed. It would be even better if we could see it with our own eyes.

Even if we can’t all go, it’s better to let the little brother go and take a look. He had a very hard life in the past, and there’s Xiaohua…”

Wu Xie suppressed his sharp edge and tried to show Tian Dao the same sweet, soft and ingratiating smile as the innocent Wu Xie he once was.

He wanted Zhang Qiling to go there out of selfish motives, thinking that Zhang Qiling was the one who needed psychological comfort the most among them.

He wanted Jie Yuchen to go there out of selfish motives. He believed that with Jie Yuchen's vision and ability, he would be able to reach a consensus with his other self and bring back more tested high-quality prescriptions, scientific research, and corporate planning.

By then, they can rely on Xiaohua to achieve success and bring prosperity to their family!

"Don't worry, I've already negotiated with that world's consciousness. Because both worlds have passed their period of low fortune and entered a period of stability, you can all go there. You can only stay for three days. However, the speed of time in the two worlds is different, so please be careful."

The tone of World Consciousness was light, but it made them all excited.

Several people looked at each other and cast their excited gazes towards the small light ball of the Heavenly Dao.

Tiandao circled around the group of people and finally landed next to Li Yuchen. He spoke slowly and leisurely as if unintentionally.

"The technology in that world is a bit more advanced than ours. AI intelligence has already developed, and because of the revival of spiritual energy, basic Qi refining techniques have been popularized among the people. You can explore the details on your own."

Xie Yuchen understood its meaning immediately, his eyes lit up, and he straightened his back silently.

Original novel movie 14: The awkward meeting with myself after traveling through time

It's winter again, and the Chinese New Year is half a month away. Zhang Qiling returned to his family's home early and sent messages to the Xiao Zhangs who were traveling around the world, urging them to go home one by one.

Ever since the year before last, when the family started the New Year's Eve entertainment activities, where they randomly picked people to perform in public by passing the flower while beating the drum and requiring no repetition, the family members didn't want to go home much during the New Year.

After all, having diverse skills and being able to sing and dance is one thing, but being able to perform in public with originality is another. Most of the Zhang family members look indifferent, but they are actually very shy inside.

What's more, the clan leaders and elders are watching from above. Even if they perform well and get good rewards, they will still be shy.

Zhang Qiling made more than 30 phone calls today. In each call, he patiently listened to Xiao Zhang, who had received a certain task and was out having fun, making excuses for not going home. Then he analyzed the excuses in detail and gently rejected them.

Every time Zhang Qiling got the promise of Xiao Zhang going home for the New Year and attending the New Year's Eve party, he could feel a little joy surging from the bottom of his heart.

Is this the bond between family members?

In a good mood, Zhang Qiling planned to go to bed early and get up early today, and continue to act as the caring head of the family tomorrow.

After tidying himself up and preparing to lie down, he suddenly noticed an inexplicable fluctuation in the air, as if a stone had suddenly been dropped into a calm lake.

The next second, a person who was extremely familiar yet slightly unfamiliar suddenly appeared on his bed.

When Zhang Qiling saw the shirtless "Zhang Qiling" who was suddenly picked up as if taking a shower and thrown onto his bed, his pupils contracted for a moment and he subconsciously started to question.

"Who are you!"

The next second, there were two cold knocks on the bedroom door. It was Zhang Haimo who keenly noticed something was wrong.

After hearing the sound and confirming that there was something unusual, he pushed open the bedroom door directly.

“Chief!”

Zhang Qiling's heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound of the door opening. Without thinking, he subconsciously quickly picked up his quilt and covered the other Zhang Qiling tightly.

After covering the other naked self with a quilt, Zhang Qiling was silent for a moment in a somewhat stiff manner.

Wait, why is he hiding this guy?

Zhang Haimo, who was standing at the door, did not hear the patriarch's response. Worried that something had happened, he quickly went in and wanted to lift the curtain to see what was going on.

"Don't move!"

Zhang Qiling called Zhang Haimo to stop, then rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

He suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the world consciousness slipped into his dream and told him that there would be exchange students from another world coming in the next few days and asked him to treat them well.

He thought it was just a dream, but he didn't expect it was really the work of the smart world consciousness!

Judging from the looks of it, the person on his bed now is probably himself in the parallel world.

Seeing that the other party was also caught off guard, I knew that the other party’s world consciousness was probably not reliable.

"Hai Mo, go get another set of my clothes, a complete set."

Because the clan leader had a lot of clothes, and a large number of them were added every month, Zhang Qiling's clothes were all placed in a large cloakroom in the clan, and his followers brought them over for changing.

From a side perspective, this is also a manifestation of status.

Zhang Haimo agreed immediately, lowered his head deeply, looked straight ahead, and quickly and respectfully left the bedroom, closing the door before leaving.

Just now, through the curtains, he seemed to vaguely see more than one person on the bed...hiss! Could it be some warrior...

It's really amazing! Climbing into the patriarch's bed, regardless of whether it succeeds or not, having this courage is a role model for us!

Hearing the door closing, Zhang Qiling in the original novel calmly lifted the quilt covering his head and even had time to adjust the bath towel tied around his waist.

He was taking a shower just now, and he grabbed the towel with his quick eyes and hands just a second before he was teleported here.

The fight almost ended with him running naked as soon as he landed on the ground. The original novel's Zhang Qiling felt relieved.

I don’t know if the other people were also teleported here at this time. I wish them good luck.

After clan leader Zhang Qiling remembered the reason for this incident, he relaxed and carefully looked at the suddenly appearing counterpart.

He looked older than him, with a muscular body and a slightly thinner figure, pale skin, and light-colored lips. I guess his physical condition was worse than his.

There were scars on his face and body that were so faint that they were almost unnoticeable. They were traces of old injuries. He had them on his body before, but they were later removed with medication.

In summary, this counterpart has a much worse life than him.

Zhang Qiling felt a little bit of superiority in his heart, and at the same time he felt some pity and sympathy for his fellow subject.

He had a vague guess that if it weren't for Brother Mo and the others, he would probably be in a miserable situation.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while. Zhang Qiling spoke first, his voice calm and gentle, with a little bit of the temperament of a patriarch that he had developed over time.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

In the original novel, Zhang Qiling looked at him for two seconds and nodded imperceptibly.

"That means you haven't eaten yet. What would you like to eat?"

Zhang Qiling felt that his counterpart was very similar to his former self, and he knew himself too well!

He paused for two seconds, hesitant about whether to eat because he hadn't eaten dinner. He nodded slightly because he didn't want to bother him, so he acquiesced to eating.

As expected, there was no answer. Zhang Qiling stood up, put on his shoes, put on his coat, and walked towards the bedroom door without looking back.

"Hai Mo will bring some clothes over later. Put them on and let him take you to my study."

In the original novel, Zhang Qiling watched him leave, and only when he saw that he had disappeared did he take off his expressionless and calm disguise, and his ears turned red after he realized it belatedly.

Although he was a man who had seen a lot of ups and downs, their first meeting was really awkward.

After Zhang Qiling left, he went down to the second floor and casually snapped his fingers when passing the corner of the corridor.

Zhang Haiping, who was on guard today, jumped up from a hidden corner downstairs, turned over quietly and stood in the corridor, and spoke softly.

"Good evening, what are your orders, Chief?"

"Call the elders of the Mo Yu clan over and ask them to pick up a dinner and two more plates of snacks from the kitchen.

I need white-cut chicken, Pan-tang water chestnut cake, and red cloud cake. You can bring the rest to my study."

"Okay, Chief."

While nodding in agreement, Zhang Haiping quickly went through the menu of supper prepared by the kitchen today in his mind.

"Chief, the kitchen should have donkey hide gelatin, red dates and black chicken soup right now, which is perfect for this occasion. We also have Polygonatum sibiricum, wolfberry and oxtail soup. What would you like to drink?"

"The former."

The oxtail soup is used to warm the liver and kidneys. Even if he is not drinking it himself, Zhang Qiling feels that it is not appropriate to drink this kind of soup late at night. It is better for his partner to drink black chicken soup.

"As you command."

Zhang Haiping left in a happy mood. As expected, opportunities come to those who are prepared. He knew that memorizing the kitchen's daily menu was useful!

Original Film 15: The Dark-hearted Innocent and the Reckless Innocent

"There's no rush to meet right now. It's so late now, and they've come all the way here. The most important thing is to get some rest first. We can talk tomorrow if we have anything to discuss."

In the study, Zhang Moyu, who was called over just after washing up, glanced at Zhang Qiling with annoyance, then looked at the original Zhang Qiling with a gentle gaze.

Seeing that he was a little uneasy while eating, she comforted him in a slow tone.

"We are all family, just treat this as your own home."

After a slight pause of two seconds, Zhang Moyu spoke again with some kindness.

"Although we are not from the same world, I am still your elder. If you don't mind, how about I call you A Ling?"

Zhang Qiling in the original novel nodded silently. He remembered what he had seen in the projection before. Zhang Moyu would call Zhang Qiling "little official", "baby", "clan leader"...

These titles witnessed Zhang Qiling's growth, and they all became exclusive to him in this world, and none of them belonged to him alone.

But the name A Ling sounds good too.

"There are many tidy rooms at home. Do you want to live in the main building with the clan leader, or go to the annex with me?"

"you."

In the original novel, Zhang Qiling only answered calmly with one word and put down his chopsticks at the same time. He was already 70% full.

"Okay, then follow me. Chief, you should go back to sleep too. Good night."

Zhang Moyu stood up, waved gently at Zhang Qiling, yawned without waiting for a response, turned around and left with his men.

Zhang Qiling witnessed the two of them leaving, and could also hear Zhang Moyu asking the counterpart in a gentle tone what he wanted to eat tomorrow as they walked.

I also asked him if he had any issues getting used to since he first arrived, whether the food was to his liking, whether he had trouble sleeping at night, and whether he wanted some sleep-inducing incense or a large toy pillow stuffed with a sachet on the bed...

Zhang Qiling sat in his original position until the two men walked away and his voice could no longer be heard. He remained silent for more than ten minutes, and his brows became more and more furrowed.

Why did he feel like his family elders had abandoned him and run off with... some wild tribe leader from outside?

Why is the clan elder so nice to that homologue?

He never asked himself whether he would suffer from insomnia or whether he ate well, and he never thought about wanting a big toy pillow.

The clan leader Zhang Qiling, who has been enjoying everything he eats lately and is full of energy, is starting to feel a little unbalanced.

He had always been the most important person in Zhang Moyu's eyes, but now he was completely ignored because of others.

He felt that the clan elder had changed. He was no longer the caring patriarch who worried about him eating too much in the middle of the night and sent him hawthorn candy!

So he decided to give a small plush pendant to the Mo Yu elder tomorrow when no one was paying attention, secretly reminding him that he also wanted the same care.

Zhang Qiling, who was getting younger and younger, quickly persuaded himself and went back to sleep in a happy mood.

The next day, a different location.

Wuxie wrote until midnight yesterday, so even though the sun was shining on his butt, he didn't want to get up.

He turned over and buried his head in the quilt. After adjusting his posture, he wanted to go back to sleep, but he felt as if someone was watching him. The strong feeling of being watched made him unable to sleep well.

He opened his eyes dazedly, and before Wuxie could vent his irritation, he was overcome by fear the next second.

"What the hell! What the hell are you?!!!"

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her own face, staring at her with a smile and an ambiguous look. Wuxie screamed in shock, almost frightened to death.

The infinite horror novel I read recently suddenly became active in my mind.

Wu Xie subconsciously thought that the person in front of him might be a ghost doll or something similar. It had stolen his face and learned his behavior, and would gradually replace him. Then he would become the next ghost doll, miserable and lonely, looking for the next victim...

While his brain cells were active, Wuxie directly threw his quilt over the man's head, and at the same time, he turned over and got out of bed, picked up the lamp on the bedside table, and nervously took a defensive posture.

In the original novel, Wu Xie stood up quickly, dodging the quilt that was covering his face. Then he slowly straightened the wrinkles on his shirt and looked at his parallel world self with a gentle and tolerant smile.

This guy is like a puppy whose tail has been stepped on, posing as if he is bluffing. How cute!

Wuxie came to his senses after the series of intense actions just now. He remembered that there was such a thing as a human skin mask and instantly became furious.

"Is scaring me fun? Are you Zhang Hailou or Zhang Haike? You have nothing better to do than to eat your fill, right? Be careful or I'll complain to your clan leaders and elders!"

Wuxie slammed the lamp on the table with a bang, rushed over angrily and tried to tear off the mask on the "fake Wuxie"'s face.

In the original novel, Wu Xie didn't resist, but just stared at him with interest.

He wanted to see how this person would react when he found out that he had the same original face as him. It was interesting to think about it...

Wuxie started kneading the man's face vigorously, but soon his movements became slower and stiffer.

Wait, this feel, this fit, it seems like a real face...

The absurd idea about horror stories that he had just had suddenly came back to him. Wuxie's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hair stood on end. He jumped back to his original position and held the desk lamp tightly in his hand again.

If you think about it carefully, there are zombies, female ghosts, sea monkeys, and even the metaphysical master of the Zhang family, a half-human, half-demon, in this world.

It wasn't very scientific to begin with, and now that we've entered a new era of spiritual energy revival, it's too reasonable for some horror stories and other weird things to pop up!

"Who the hell are you? I'm warning you not to come over here! I have plenty of weapons I can use against you, so don't force me to slap you!"

Wuxie spoke nervously with a grin on his face, while he took out the Qilin jade token hanging around his neck to bluff, and then fumbled around in his pillow, quickly pulling out a folded yellow talisman from underneath.

That was the one Zhang Moyu gave him later, and it had the same effect as the one he had triggered in the water cave.

In the original novel, Wu Xie was trying to hold back his laughter and deliberately spoke in a weird tone.

"Wu~xie~, what are you afraid of? I am you~"

When Wuxie heard the ghost thing in front of him say that something was wrong, he felt a chill all over his body, and his hair stood on end. He screamed and threw the lamp in his hand over.

In the original novel, Wu Xie never thought that he would be so reckless. He subconsciously shouted "Fuck" and quickly turned around to avoid it.

A slight clicking sound was heard, and the original Wu Xie's face instantly became ferocious. He half-knelt down with some trembling, and covered his waist with a look of pain.

At the same time, the bedroom door lock clicked, and Fatty Wang pushed the door open with a spatula in his hand, looking impatient.

"What are you two yelling about so early in the morning?"

After seeing the situation inside the house clearly, Fatty Wang was silent for a second, then quickly reacted and looked at the two Wuxie in confusion.

"No, you are staging a fight here?

Wuxie, why are you throwing this lamp and quilt on the ground?

And this comrade Big Innocent, didn't you say you wanted to communicate with Little Innocent? Is this your way of communicating?"

Fatty Wang looked at the original Wu Xie with an indescribable expression. Seeing him holding his waist in pain and half-kneeling on the ground for a long time without being able to get up, he sighed helplessly and came over to help him.

“You deliberately scared Xiao Tianzhen, didn’t you?

You deserve it! You deserve it!

Now it’s okay, the waves are too strong, and your waist is twisted.”

"Wait, what's this about big innocence and little innocence! What's going on with Fatty?"

Wuxie was completely bewildered and was completely out of the loop the entire time.

He suspected that the fat man was blinded by this ghost thing, but he had no evidence!

Original novel viewing 16: He is him, I am me, I am a different firework

Fatty Wang took great pains to explain that this was Wu Xie who came from another world in the middle of the night yesterday. Because Wu Xie locked the door yesterday and said he wanted to retreat and write a novel, he didn't disturb him at that time and planned to introduce him to each other today.

Wuxie could actually feel something subtle from this person, akin to telepathy. This strange intuition made him half-believe that this was himself in a parallel world.

Looking at himself who was more mature and charming than himself... ahem, or should I say, more stable and smooth, Wuxie suddenly felt a surge of comparison.

After quickly washing his face, he walked downstairs while asking the original Wu Xie how he was doing in the other world.

In the original novel, Wu Xie had a perfect smile on his face, and he told Wu Xie in a very friendly manner.

The Zhang family in his world was far less powerful, and the older generation of Zhang family members were almost nowhere to be seen.

Wu Sansheng and his men had spent their entire lives meticulously scheming, but he had noticed clues from the smallest details and ended up turning the tables on them. The Wang family was brought down by his superb wisdom!

In the original novel, Wu Xie only needed a few sentences to outline the turbulent first half of his life, describing himself as a resourceful strategist. However, he never talked about the more than 30 billion yuan he owed Xiaohua, the many twists and turns, and the hardships he had endured.

After hearing his lengthy self-introduction, Wu Xie inexplicably felt like he had lost. He could only dryly introduce himself as an ordinary novelist with millions of fans, whose notable achievements included:

He spread the news of his uncle's emotional entanglement throughout the tomb-robbing world, successfully ruining his reputation; he destroyed the eloped life of Wu Sanxing and Jie Lianhuan, accidentally sending his uncle to jail, and the novel he wrote became one of the weights used to accuse his uncle.

In the original novel, Wu Xie said nothing after hearing this, but just silently gave him a thumbs up.

Without saying much, just for sending his third uncle in jail, and in terms of putting justice above family ties, he admitted that the other party was better than him!

The two of them went downstairs in a harmonious atmosphere to prepare for breakfast. As soon as they arrived at the dining table, Wuxie saw a middle-aged fat man with messy hair and unshaven beard coming out with a big bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge, shouting for them to come and eat.

Wuxie was stunned for a moment and spoke subconsciously.

"Uncle, who are you?"

The enthusiastic smile on the fat man's face in the original novel slowly disappeared, his lips kept trembling, staring at Wuxie, wanting to curse, but also feeling wronged, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He felt aggrieved like a child weighing over 200 pounds.

"You actually called me uncle! I...you! Him!"

The fat man in the original novel looked at Wu Xie in disbelief, and pointed his trembling fingers at himself, then at him, and finally stopped at the original Wu Xie, and asked unwillingly.

"What do you call him then?"

Wu Xie realized at this moment that the person in front of him should be a fat man from another world. Although he didn't recognize him, he felt that calling him uncle was not wrong...

Hearing his unconvinced question, Wuxie glanced at the person next to him who looked and behaved 90% like himself. Thinking that this was his counterpart, he immediately spoke without hesitation and in a decisive tone.

"handsome guy!"

In the original novel, the fat man was silent, and the villain in his heart bit his handkerchief to hold back his sadness, really afraid that he would burst into tears.

This is outrageous! This is too much!

"We are about the same age. Wu Xie is almost 40 this year. How can you treat him differently? Don't you even consider my feelings?"

The exasperated fat man in the original novel had a face full of grief and indignation. After so many years, he had grown old, but every one of his brothers was still as handsome as they were back then. This was the pain in his heart now.

At this time, Fatty Wang brought out the last steamed buns from the kitchen. Seeing Wuxie quarreling with them again, he sighed again and tried to smooth things over helplessly.

"Can we discuss our opinions after dinner? Of all things, eating is the most important.

Be naive, speak politely and don't expect others to feel hurt.

And this fat comrade, we've all been through this, and you know that Tian Zhen sometimes speaks without thinking and easily offends people, so don't take him seriously.

Besides, I’m still more than ten years older than Tian Zhen…”

Fatty Wang muttered something in a low voice and gave him a look, telling him to see himself clearly and experience it for himself.

The fat man in the original novel felt a pang in his heart after hearing his last words. He felt as if he had been stabbed himself, and his heart felt like it was leaking air, and he felt very cold.

Wuxie in the original novel suppressed his laughter and patted the fat man on the shoulder to comfort him.

"It's okay, Fatty. Don't worry. In my eyes, you are still as handsome as you were back then."

The fat man in the original novel was successfully comforted and felt a little better. He sat down to eat with them.

After finishing the meal, the original Wu Xie casually asked Wu Xie why he didn’t live in Wushanju anymore, who gave him this house, it looked pretty good.

He was a little curious about the origin of this small villa. You know, a single-family villa is not cheap. Even his third uncle only bought one villa in these years. It seems that the Wu family in this world treats him quite well.

When Wu Xie heard his question, he seemed to have thought of something. He took a look at the clothes worn by Wu Xie and Fatty in the original novel, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He spoke in a pretentious tone.

"The title deed to Wushanju is in the hands of my second uncle. If you really want to find out, it's not mine. It's a bit uncomfortable to live here.

This villa is different, I bought it with my own money!

Fully paid! Fully furnished! Move-in ready!

Don’t you think that living in your own house is comfortable! "

Wuxie raised his eyebrows a little smugly, changed to a bold and unrestrained sitting posture, and leaned back on the chair without caring about his image at all.

The arrogant posture seemed as if he wanted to turn his nose up to the sky.

Then he spoke again in a sarcastic tone as if unintentionally.

"No way, no way, there can't be anyone so useless that they still have to rely on their family for support even at such an old age~"

The cheesy lines and cheerful tone were the true legacy of Hei Xia Zi.

In the original novel, Wu Xie's smile froze on his face. Now he could indeed say with a straight face that he didn't need to rely on his family for support...

Because he relies on Xiaohua for support!!!

At the same time, Xiaohua on the other side was also having a face-to-face conversation with Jie Yuchen.

Xie Yuchen calmly took a sip of the taro milk tea that he has been particularly fond of recently, and also served a portion to the original author Xiaohua.

Xiaohua in the original novel declined with a complicated expression, then handed him the phone she brought with her from the time travel and spoke in a negotiating tone.

"Although the two worlds differ in details, they are similar in major aspects. After I knew I could cross over, I made preparations.

Your phone contains information about world development trends and national policies for the next ten years, which should be of some help to you."

Original Film 17: You know yourself best

"Um."

Xie Yuchen responded indifferently. He was not very interested in the information on the phone. He was more curious about the person in front of him and spoke tentatively.

"Your side is..."

"Those two disappeared, and the Xie family went bankrupt. I relied on the connections I had made before to start a new business. Not only did I have to make money, but I also had to support my brothers."

Xiaohua from the original novel sighed and spoke softly.

"The Wu family doesn't really care about Wu Xie. The blind man's eyesight is getting worse and worse, and he needs expensive medicine to maintain it. He has spent all his savings, and I can't just watch him go blind.

Fatty sold his own property for Wu Xie a few years ago and is now penniless.

Only the overseas Zhang family still has some conscience, knowing that my brother is now relying on me for care, and they send me some money from time to time."

"Tsk, you're so miserable."

Xie Yuchen looked at him sympathetically. Xiaohua in the original novel smiled bitterly and lowered her head, hiding the shrewdness that flashed across her eyes, and spoke in a self-loving and self-pitying tone.

"That's right... Life is not what you want, eight out of ten times. My life experience really proves what the Eighth Master said back then: it's better to be noble than to be noble."

Xie Yuchen paused while drinking milk tea, his eyes resting on the original Xiaohua. After a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and spoke jokingly in a proud tone.

"We are all thousand-year-old foxes, what's the point of talking about Liao Zhai?

I, Xie Yuchen, always think ten steps ahead before I take one step. I am not the kind of person who would let myself fall into the mundane world."

After the words fell, the two looked at each other and both showed a sincere smile.

"By the way, what happened to you last night? I thought I saw a ghost."

The original author Xiaohua recalled the scene he saw when he came through yesterday evening, and couldn't help but ask a question.

Xie Yuchen gave him a standard smile, hiding the embarrassment in his heart.

He has recently been led by Wuxie to read a lot of horror novels, and thinking about the entertainment company under his control, he wants to make a ghost movie or something.

After watching some movie materials, I suddenly found that opera and horror movies are a perfect match!

Then, in the middle of the night, under dim lights, wearing a bright red costume, he would draw his eyebrows in front of the mirror, his eyes full of emotion as he sang with such devotion that it seemed like he was half laughing and half crying...

As a result, he successfully scared Xiaohua, the original novel who traveled through time, and he was also scared by Xiaohua.

The meeting was so unexpected that he almost thought that he had attracted a real ghost by pretending to be a ghost.

"Nothing. By the way, I called Brother Mo this morning. He said you guys can stay here for a month, and asked me to take you back to the family after the holiday so we can meet up first."

"Okay, I'll trouble you for the next few days."

Thinking about the fact that she had just glanced at the calendar and saw that there was still half a month before the Chinese New Year, the original Xiaohua also considered that it was not a good idea to live there for free, and wondered if she should help with some work.

"What's the trouble? I'll go to the company to clock in later and we'll leave this afternoon."

Xie Yuchen's words stunned Xiaohua, and she spoke with some confusion.

"Aren't you the president? It's still half a month before the Chinese New Year, and you're taking a holiday so early?"

"I'm the boss, so of course I have the final say."

Xie Yuchen said this in a domineering tone, raised his eyebrows and showed a flamboyant and wanton smile.

The difficulties in the company's development require the president to work diligently and make every effort to govern the company.

People like him who stand at the forefront of the times, with a family to rely on and loyal younger brothers to rely on, can be pushed to take off without even thinking!

His job now is to work five days a week and have three days off, starting at 3 am and finishing at 6 pm.

Most of the work was handled by the secretariat and trusted special assistants. He only needed to sign and leave after three hours of work. Then he would take time out every month to hold a company development meeting, which allowed the company to develop smoothly.

Xiaohua, the original author, was filled with envy after hearing this. She was silent for a while and then spoke sincerely.

"How about we swap identities? I'm willing to take on this boring life for you."

"Go to hell, wishful thinking!"

The two of them laughed and joked, and their relationship became much closer.

The Zhang family at this time.

Zhang Qiling and the original Qiling have already toured the Zhang family, and Zhang Moyu also accompanied them.

Although he was showing his thriving family to his counterparts in another world, Zhang Qiling felt more and more depressed the more he walked around.

When he introduced the family's current system to Yuanzhu Qiling and talked about his wise decision calmly, Yuanzhu Qiling listened attentively in silence.

Zhang Moyu carried his back to him and whispered in the man's ear in a gentle tone.

When he was showing off the super big fish he raised, which looked silly and cute, and was smart and could recognize its owner, Qi Ling in the original novel looked at him with envy.

Zhang Moyu stood with the man and secretly gave him a loving pat on the head.

When he reservedly asked someone to prepare a sumptuous lunch to show his current stable and comfortable life, the original Qi Ling had a blank expression but was in a depressed mood.

Zhang Moyu smiled lovingly as he picked up some food for the man and poured him some soup, telling him to drink slowly and be careful of the heat.

After one round, Zhang Qiling's emotions were like a roller coaster, from the relaxed state with a hint of smile at the beginning to the expressionless resentment.

From head to toe, every strand of hair is filled with resentment...

Don't think he doesn't know that the emotions of the spirit in the original novel were three-quarters real and seven-quarters fake, he was just showing weakness to gain sympathy.

He really wanted to say, “That’s my clan elder! My family!”

But when I thought about myself in the parallel world, I was a poor little thing with no one to love me, and I forced myself to hold back what I wanted to say.

In the afternoon, Zhang Qiling took Yuanzhu Qiling to bask in the sun in the yard. He still had a lot of phone calls to make today, and he had to urge the kids who were out in the field to go home for the New Year.

In the original novel, Qi Ling seemed to be very busy, but no one knew what he was busy with. Zhang Qi Ling imitated his posture, slowly relaxed, and leaned back in the rocking chair.

Looking at the azure sky above his head with a few scattered clouds floating around, listening to the sporadic bird calls coming from afar, and smelling the faint fragrance of herbs in the air, the original author Qi Ling stared at the sky blankly for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Qiling glanced at him, silently hung up the phone, and turned to harassing other Xiao Zhangs via email.

The family and the country have developed touch-screen phones, which are very suitable for some silent operations. Zhang Qiling's typing speed is so fast that it is no slower than making a phone call to give verbal advice.

Zhang Moyu prepared a medicinal bath to refresh the soul and regulate the body of Yuanzhu, and when he came over, he saw this picture of peaceful and tranquil life.

She walked slowly to Yuanzhi Qiling and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

In the original novel, Qi Ling opened his eyes and looked at him, with the same look in his eyes as Zhang Qi Ling once had.

The sight of pure white, coupled with a sense of being nowhere to go...

Zhang Moyu's eyes were dazed for a moment, as if time had gone back to the past.

"I've prepared a medicinal bath. Soak in it first and then go rest. If you wait too long, the medicinal effects will wear off."

"good."

The original author Qi Ling responded softly with a word, his eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a faint arc. At this moment, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

If possible, please let him remember this day forever...

Original novel movie 18: Hei Xiazi's tragic experience in another world

On the third day, Xie Yuchen and Wuxie's groups brought their people to the Zhang family's territory.

Since the Zhang family developed, the existence of the Zhang family land is no longer a secret.

The officials would find excuses to visit us every ten days or half a month and make various requests for communication.

The main active members are the old professors who study history, literature, ancient architecture, biology, traditional Chinese medicine, and materials science. The leading diplomats are just a supplement.

Every time these people came back, their eyes lit up and they were extremely enthusiastic. With them around, the entire Zhang family seemed a lot more lively.

Who in the Zhang family doesn’t know what they want to do?

It's just that they are honest and never go to dangerous and sensitive areas that are not allowed to go, and they have to save face and show goodwill to the authorities, so they keep it secret.

When everyone gathered at the patriarch's courtyard pavilion, a few of them bumped into the bottom and suddenly found that the two black blind men had not come, and they all looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhang Moyu turned around and asked Zhang Qiling:

"Didn't Xiao Hei call you?"

These five people in the parallel world should have traveled through time to their counterparts. He received calls from Fatty Wang and Jie Yuchen. Wuxie was with Fatty Wang.

From the night before yesterday until now, he has not received any message from Hei Xia Zi. He originally thought that Hei Xia Zi sent the message to Zhang Qiling. Now it seems that there seems to be a small mistake.

"No, he said he was going on vacation a month ago, and then he blocked me after he hung up the phone."

Zhang Qiling's expression was indifferent, and he just told the whole thing in a very open manner.

Half a year ago, because Hei Xia Zi was naughty and reckless and kept seeking death, he annoyed Zhang Qiling. Zhang Qiling used his privilege as the clan leader to send Hei Xia Zi a pile of task lists.

Those were the tasks he carefully selected. They were all hard and dirty work, and the price was guaranteed to be high, which made Hei Xiazi unable to refuse and at the same time disgusting him to death. Moreover, each task had a time limit, so if Hei Xiazi wanted to make money, he had to get up early and work late.

Until a month ago, Hei Xia Zi could no longer bear the exploitation of these black-hearted capitalists.

This was the first time he thought that no matter how much money he was offered, he didn't want to do it anymore. He was afraid of sudden death, so he ran away out of frustration, and this series of farces came to an end.

Zhang Moyu nodded naturally, indicating that he understood. However, Qi Ling from the original novel looked at his parallel world self in surprise.

Hanging up the phone and then blocking the call, shouldn't this kind of action happen to him?

Why did he feel as if something had been swapped between himself and the blind man in this world?

After a brief contact, he also got to know the character of the counterpart in this world.

Perhaps because of the presence of family elders and a large family, Zhang Qiling is slightly more cheerful and open-minded than him, and his political thoughts and psychology are more mature than him, but he is also more petty and vindictive than him.

The key is that she is also black-bellied and likes to fan the flames and watch the show. Occasionally, she has the feeling of a green tea as Wu Xie said, and I don’t know where she learned it from.

Zhang Moyu was also concerned about whether something had happened to Hei Xia Zi. He gave everyone present a look that urged them to stay calm and made a phone call to Hei Xia Zi.

"Xiao Hei, is there something wrong over there?"

"Hmm? Why did the Moyu elder say that? Is he mute... Did something happen to the clan leader?"

The voice of Hei Xiazi on the other end of the phone was flat, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

When Zhang Moyu heard his tone, a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes and he had a bad feeling.

"Have you met anyone who looks and looks similar to you these past few days? And he said he was Black Blind from a parallel world?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second, and then Hei Xia Zi's signature laugh suddenly rang out, comforting Zhang Moyu in a very relaxed tone.

“When they called me at this time, I knew it was this matter.

Don’t worry, elders. I’m here, nothing unexpected will happen!

Who am I, Hei Xia Zi? Back then, I was known as the Blind Man of the South and the Mute Man of the North alongside our clan leader. I'm not someone that any small-time scoundrel can come and try to scam me!

The more Hei Xiazi on the other end of the phone spoke, the more excited he became, and he spoke with some pride.

"I don't know how that guy got into my little vault. My vault is not that easy to break into! He was directly blocked inside by my mechanism. Don't worry, it's under tight control.

That guy must have tried to impersonate me by imitating my appearance. To be honest, this method looks quite familiar. The Wang family did the same thing in the past, more than once, but they just didn't succeed.

Besides, this guy is not as handsome as me. He can't even imitate my handsomeness. He is just a little trash~

When I have finished the interrogation, I will pass the information back to the family. I want to see who is so desperate that he has set his sights on our Zhang family again.

The temptation of immortality is really a nagging little demon. In my opinion, there are too many monsters and demons in secret. We might as well go back and unite with the official forces to conduct a nationwide cleanup.

Those who want immortality are not good people. Catch as many as you can and consider it a contribution to society."

Hei Xia Zi's long string of words was clear and logical, and the group of people who heard the loud phone call were instantly silenced by him.

The fat man in the original novel took a deep breath, leaned close to the ear of the original Wu Xie and whispered to him, with a look of deep emotion on his face.

"Tian Zhen, I thought you were calling Little Tian Zhen to get up, but ended up being misunderstood as a ghost and twisting your waist. Now it seems that there is always someone stronger than the strongest..."

In the original novel, Wu Xie had a forced smile on his face and spoke with gritted teeth.

"Stop talking about this. There's no need to compare these things!"

I called someone to get up, but ended up getting scared and twisting my waist. I fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. Is that a glorious thing?

The fat man actually said it in public. Judging from the hearing ability of the people around him, he bet that nine out of ten people present could hear it.

Doesn’t he have any dignity?

Hearing their gossip, Xie Yuchen and Xiaohua from the original novel looked at each other quietly. It turned out that they were not the only ones who were mistaken for ghosts/scared by ghosts. What a coincidence.

"Xiao Hei, let's talk about the possibility that that person is really you from another world?"

Zhang Moyu lit a candle in his heart for the Hei Xia Zi in the parallel world, and reminded Hei Xia Zi in a sighing tone.

The black blind man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, opening and closing his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After a long while, he managed to force out a few words.

"What a joke! I have both strength and good looks, blind man. How can I be so weak and ugly?"

Hei Xia Zi refused to admit that it was his parallel self, but his body was honest and he walked quickly towards the mechanism control center in the basement.

A certain big black rat that had gotten into his vault was still trapped in a mechanism, hanging upside down by chains above the land of the Five Grains Reincarnation, feeding on flies and mosquitoes. If this was really his counterpart...

Ugh—No, I absolutely cannot admit it!

Hei Xia Zi felt a little regretful at this moment. He should not have listened to Zhang Hailou in the first place. Just because he wanted to have fun, he decided to suspend the mechanism above the septic tank. This was too disgraceful!

It was all Zhang Hailou's fault! He knew that guy was no good, and he would definitely get back at him if he had the chance.

We must quickly get that guy to give a confession. This matter must not be known to a third person!

Original novel viewing 19: Black blind man who is strong all his life

Hei Xia Zi hurriedly pulled the original blind man out of the trap. Without waiting for him to catch his breath, he told him everything and warned him not to tell anyone what happened today!

In the original novel, the blind man thought that after Hei Xia Zi found out the reason, he felt he owed him something and knew he was in the wrong. He was afraid that he would go and complain to Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling and others, so he threatened him verbally.

He thought he had figured out Hei Xia Zi's weakness, but the blind man in the original novel refused to cooperate with him.

He also declared arrogantly that unless Hei Xia Zi paid for all his expenses during this period until the day he returned, he would never bow to the evil forces!

Hei Xiazi is a man of integrity! Whatever his friends ask him, he will tell them everything he knows.

The truth should be revealed to the world! Nothing should be hidden from others!

The blind man listened to his counterpart chattering away with a smug look on his face, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. When he finished speaking, he only uttered a devilish whisper in a sinister voice, which successfully silenced the original blind man.

"I bet you have some shame! You don't want others to know that you hung over the cesspool all night..."

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and finally reached a consensus.

Hei Xiazi can be shameless on his own initiative, but he cannot be shameless passively!

The two blind men quickly compared their statements, then quickly washed and changed their clothes. The black blind man also took out the perfume he had taken from Jie Yuchen.

Using the method of spraying insecticide, the blind man in the original novel was sprayed from beginning to end. In the end, the fragrance was so strong that it made two people with sensitive sense of smell sneeze.

The two men dressed up and got in the car to drive to the Zhang family's land.

In the original novel, the blind man saw that the icon was unfamiliar, but the car model looked high-end and classy, ​​a new black car. He clicked his tongue twice and thought that he was quite impressive in this world. This must cost a lot of money.

Hei Xia Zi knew what his other self was thinking without even looking. After recalling the situation of Hei Xia Zi in the world he had just learned a little about, he drove the car with one hand in a cool manner while showing off in a somewhat pretentious tone.

"You probably haven't seen the brand of my car before. It's a new brand jointly developed by the Zhang family and the state. It was only released in the past two years. It's normal that you haven't seen it before.

It has high-speed, high-security features and intelligent driving. The one I have is the top-of-the-line model, and it would cost at least 500,000 yuan outside.”

The blind man in the original novel was successfully dazzled by him, and his hand couldn't help but touch the front desk of the car, and his fingers fiddled with the air-conditioning vents of the car reluctantly for a few times.

When I thought about my car which I bought for several thousand dollars but not even a fraction of the price of this car, I almost shed tears of envy.

"You're really willing to spend money."

He said something sourly, and thinking about the money, the blind man's eyes inadvertently fell on the blind man's sunglasses, as if he wanted to see his eyes through his sunglasses.

"Hey, you're wrong about that.

This car was given to me by the company's R&D department after it was developed. What a joke! I didn't spend a penny on it.

There's nothing I can do about it, because I'm the best friend of our beloved mute little patriarch. Everyone is so warm to me and likes me so much!

Today they give me a car, tomorrow they give me a mobile phone, the day after tomorrow they give me a villa, and they all want me to persuade them, it’s really frustrating…”

Hei Xia Zi's mean words were like a knife, piercing the heart of the blind man in the original novel.

At this moment, the blind man in the original novel only felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his heart, and a desire similar to wanting his son to become successful was stronger than ever before.

Damn it! Why are the mutes in their world so disappointing?

Zhang Qiling, cheer up! Go and revitalize your Zhang family! Even a blind man would want such blatant favoritism!

Do you know that you are acting like this every day in Yucun, making me lose face in front of other black blind people?

The original blind man, who had never been inferior to others in his life, pursed his lips tightly, listening expressionlessly to the blind man's constant boasting. The villain in his heart had already fainted on the ground crying...

After showing off to himself for a long time without hearing any human voice, Hei Xia Zi glanced at the original blind man sitting in the passenger seat, who was as motionless as if petrified, and knew that the attack had reached a certain level and had generated defensive power.

My eyes rolled and I thought of other things I could show off.

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered, do you want to take some time to meet my Xiaohong?

I see that you have a strong negative energy, brother. Wow, I really envy you guys for being so close to each other.

Ever since my little Hong accumulated enough Yin Qi and merit to possess a paper figurine and leave me to wander around, I've been blinded. I haven't been able to see her for ten days or half a month.

This back feels so light and empty, I'm not used to it..."

These Versailles words caused great harm to the blind man in the original novel. The blind man looked at him in shock. Although he had already guessed it in his heart, he still clenched his hands unconsciously at this moment.

"You solved the problem of the ghost behind you? How did you solve it? What about your eyes?"

Hei Xia Zi had anticipated his reaction. He curled the corners of his mouth reservedly, adjusted his sunglasses naturally, and raised his eyebrows at him.

"It's just a backstabbing, why should you take such a small problem seriously?"

His asking for a beating look made the blind man in the original novel loosen and tighten his hands, tighten and loosen them again, and finally he forced out a forced smile, still cursing in his heart.

The original projection did not provide detailed information on how to resolve his situation, but he could probably guess that it would definitely be Zhang Moyu who helped solve the problem. After all, he was the biggest variable in the two worlds.

With good luck, he met someone who could solve his problem, so Hei Xia Zi was secretly happy!

If he were really like him, spending most of his life searching, begging for a solution everywhere, and spending all his family wealth but still finding no solution, then he would really cry.

After admiring the forced smile of his other self, Hei Xia Zi didn't think about making things difficult for him. He knew how it felt to have a knife hanging over his head, which was really uncomfortable. He also wanted to help himself in the parallel world.

So he just told them about his situation and said that the one from the Zhang family might be able to solve it, so he could go and give it a try.

In Hei Xia Zi's eyes, Zhang Moyu is almost omnipotent, and a situation like the blind man in the original novel should not be difficult for him.

As for the expenses needed for treatment, Hei Xia Zi was willing to help pay for it reluctantly because it was his own self in a parallel world.

He was not sympathizing with himself in the parallel world, but simply felt that no matter which world it was, Hei Xia Zi should be unrestrained, brave the wind and frost, and walk on the road of freedom and sunshine.

To be narcissistic, he should be the Gesang flower blooming on the plateau.

He shouldn't have been left in the mud to rot in obscurity...

Original Film Viewing 20: May you and I live in peace for the rest of our lives

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. During these days, the original author and his friends stayed at Zhang's house and received professional physical conditioning.

The news about these visitors from the parallel world also spread within the Zhang family's small circle, causing some inevitable impacts.

For example, Zhang Qiling suddenly discovered that the Xiao Zhangs who were wandering around the world had already started packing up and going home for the New Year without him urging them anymore. They were well-informed and had already started to go home for the New Year.

Zhang Qiling naturally knew what they wanted to do when they came back. They were just curious about the visitors from another world.

Thinking that this would make the home more lively and allow his parallel world self to see his prosperous Zhang family, Zhang Qiling couldn't help feeling happy, with a hint of joy revealed between his eyebrows.

Zhang Molan was the first heavyweight to return, followed by Zhang Haike and Liu Shang.

Because he had communicated with special official personnel abroad, and he returned to China after finishing his work in Japan, he still had to establish official connections. Zhang Molan has had some unclear connections with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs over the years.

This time he took the two of them out to see the world, and they cooperated with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to sneak into research institutes open to visitors in other countries. The official people were responsible for causing trouble and attracting attention, while they were responsible for taking advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, steal things, and get some information that could not be obtained through normal means.

The official obtained advanced information without any effort, Zhang Molan completed the on-site teaching, and based on the importance of the technology, he could also receive dividends every year. It was a win-win situation!

Originally, they were going to have a good time at the official place for a few days, but when Liu Shang heard that another Zhang Qiling had appeared and confirmed that he was the same body as his family head, he immediately became restless and rushed back to the family.

In the original novel, Qi Ling stayed in the Zhang family for a while and saw clearly Zhang Qi Ling's status in the Zhang family. He possessed absolutely unquestionable and decisive leadership.

He could see that the tribesmen here truly loved and recognized him.

How envious! Most of the tribesmen he saw here must have died in his world. He couldn't even see their corpses...

This Zhang Qiling is indeed lucky.

The original author Qi Ling thought with a cold expression.

Sitting alone in the pavilion, emo suddenly noticed someone approaching, and the original spirit subconsciously tensed up and became alert.

Then he turned around and saw a boy with a side ponytail and a shy and gentle smile looking at him with bright eyes.

"Hello, you must be the patriarch from the parallel world. My name is Liu Shang, also known as Jiayou. Nice to meet you.

I am a disciple brought back to the family by the elders of the Molan clan. I now serve as the deputy to the head of the family's external branch, responsible for diplomatic, military and political exchanges."

Liu Shang asked along the way and finally found the original author Qi Ling, who was hiding alone in a small pavilion, taking a half day to relax and was in a daze.

He wanted to see what the patriarch of this parallel world was like, and whether he was as charming as the patriarch whom he revered as a god and believed in.

Perhaps it was because the patriarch's gaze on him when he first arrived at the clan was so gentle and pure, his unreserved kindness enveloping him tightly; perhaps it was because the hand he held that day was so warm, making him feel the warmth of love; or perhaps it was because the words "Jiayou" he uttered were so weighty, giving him, who was afraid of being adrift and helpless, a sense of security.

In short, Zhang Qiling is different to him, different from everyone else. Even his master is not so special in his heart.

Of course, this is also because the patriarch is reliable, and the reason why his master often behaves outrageously is that his master is the second most special person in his life.

The original author Qi Ling looked at Liu Shang and confirmed that he did not find this person in his memory. He just nodded lightly and looked away.

He thought that this person would be like the others he had met during this period, saying hello, satisfying his curiosity and leaving tactfully. However, he did not expect that the other person would be shy, act boldly, and sit down not far from him quietly.

"You seem different from what I imagined..."

Liu Shang had been following the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for a while and had learned a lot about the art of speaking. He had become quite eloquent, so he casually brought up a topic, which not only did not disgust the original author, but also aroused his curiosity.

In the original novel, Qi Ling cast a faint gaze on him, listened to him silently, and expressed his willingness to communicate.

Liu Shang had a sweet, pleasing smile on his face, and his voice was neither hurried nor slow, with an inexplicable seriousness.

“The clan leader is very busy on weekdays and rarely has time to meet with us, but he is my idol. My calligraphy was chosen by the clan leader himself.

Jiayou... sounds very nice. The patriarch is a very gentle person.

Although he is very fierce when fighting during training, he is very serious when teaching his fellow tribesmen, which is very handsome!

He would also give candy to the children in the family, and would calmly reduce the punishment when the elders were angry and punished someone. He would remember the names of every member of the family, give gifts to everyone during festivals, and stay up with everyone during the New Year, just like an ordinary family..."

As Liu Shang spoke, his expression softened a bit.

In the original novel, Qi Ling looked at his eyes, which were shining with a mixture of pure emotions such as admiration, expectation, and trust, and his expression couldn't help but relax, and he felt a soft touch in his heart.

"Well, he is a good clan leader." Unlike himself, who was muddle-headed and ultimately failed to protect his clan members.

"You too... I can tell from your eyes."

Liu Shang's bright eyes fell on Yuanzhu Qi Ling. The keen perception he had developed with Zhang Molan, coupled with his innate emotional intelligence and sixth sense, made him aware of this person's current depression, sensitivity and self-pity.

The aura of this person was very clean, but there seemed to be emptiness and sadness in his heart. Liu Shang didn't know the origin of this emotion, but he thought he should be able to enlighten the other person.

Back then, he was worried that he would collapse under Zhang Molan's high pressure, so he deliberately chose psychology when he was in college. As it turned out, this was a very practical subject.

"Everyone experiences bad things, some of which can be changed, and some of which cannot."

Liu Shang remembered the information he had bought from a certain black blind man before, and spoke in a soothing tone.

"The Zhang family here has a lot of contact with the government. My master taught me a lot, but the thing that impressed me the most was:

The power of an individual is limited, and sometimes the power of a group is also limited. The tide of the times and the general trend of the times are unstoppable."

The insightful original author Qi Ling thought of their world, where the spiritual energy concentration was infinitely lower than here, and where technological development was slower, yet the world was in a more chaotic state. He sighed inwardly. How could he not know all this? It was just that he still felt a little unwilling to accept it.

"In fact, the past is in the past, whether good or bad, it will not change.

For us, letting go of the past and embracing the future is more important, isn't it?

You have to believe that when the hardship is over, our future will be bright and smooth."

Liu Shang winked at him mischievously, smiled and quietly stretched out his hand to him. Qi Ling in the original novel lowered his eyes to take a look, then slowly stretched out his hand and shook hands with him.

"May you and I live well for the rest of our lives."

Horror World 01: Zhang Molan's incessant chatter before death

The Zhang family was unusually quiet today, and a depressed mood permeated the air.

A piece of news spread silently amidst everyone's silence.

The elder of the Molan clan is preparing to rest in peace today...

Although everyone had expected this when Zhang Molan stopped messing around the world and changed his usual behavior to stay in the family a year or two ago.

But when that day really came, everyone still felt a little depressed.

Although many people in the tribe dislike him, to be honest, Zhang Molan is actually a good person, except for his eccentric behavior, sharp words, painful hits, impulsive behavior, and tendency to cause trouble...

At least as a clan elder, he is definitely qualified.

He actively strives for the interests of the family externally and protects his children in a practical way. Internally, he teaches the family members seriously. The fighting power of the family members who have been carefully taught by him is absolutely top-notch.

There are many people in the family who love and hate him.

Because he was leading a team to carry out a family mission abroad, Liu Shang was busy until today before returning to the family homeland.

As Zhang Molan's only disciple, he was brought up and taught personally when he was in his teens. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Molan is the person closest to him.

That was his master, and in his mind, he was like a father.

The handsome man, wearing a high-end black suit that he had not had time to change out of, exquisite silver-rimmed glasses, and a low ponytail, should have looked like an elite, but now he looked a little embarrassed.

In order to rush back to see his master for the last time, Liu Shang traveled day and night as fast as he could, without even taking a rest, and was exhausted along the way.

His eyes were filled with fatigue, his clothes were full of wrinkles, and his spine, which had always been proudly straight as taught by his master, seemed to be bent.

Seeing Zhang Qiling standing outside the elders' courtyard with a few personal guards waiting for him, Liu Shang smiled with a somewhat stiff expression and spoke in a somewhat dry voice.

"Chief, are you waiting for me?"

Zhang Qiling nodded at him calmly and spoke in a calm tone.

"Today is an auspicious day chosen by the Molan elder for himself. He also wanted to say something to you before leaving. Go in. I'll be waiting outside. The Moyu elder will be here soon, and you won't have time by then."

The smile on Liu Shang's face became increasingly difficult to maintain, and it looked uglier than crying. He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was too hoarse to speak. In the end, he just nodded silently, lowered his head, pushed the door open and entered the yard.

In the yard, Zhang Molan was lying in a rocking chair with his eyes squinting, basking in the sun, and waving the folding fan in his hand, fanning himself intermittently.

Sensing a familiar breath approaching, Zhang Molan opened his eyes, looked at the sky calmly, and slowly stopped fanning himself.

As Liu Shang knelt beside his rocking chair without hesitation, the fan snapped shut.

There was a long silence.

Having not heard his filial and flattering little disciple speak for a long time, Zhang Molan turned his head in some surprise, only to see Liu Shang with his fists clenched on his knees, his body trembling slightly, his lips bitten tightly, and tears falling silently.

That sad, pitiful, helpless look made Zhang Molan dazed for a moment. When he picked up this child, it seemed that the child's parents had just passed away. He had never been so sad at that time...

Zhang Molan suddenly smiled, revealing a gentle smile that came from the heart. His voice was two degrees softer than usual, with a gentle tone that did not belong to him.

"Disciple, please stop acting like a little girl. You're already a grown-up, and you're still crying. I despise you."

After hearing what he said, Liu Shang couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. His originally reserved attitude instantly collapsed. He threw himself on Zhang Molan's legs and burst into tears.

He cried and sobbed, and spoke haltingly.

"Wuwuwu, Master, I, I can't bear to leave you. Can you stay with me for a few more days? If you leave, who will be so kind to me..."

Liu Shang, who was expressing his true feelings, was caught off guard and slapped on the head by Zhang Molan, and his sad mood was interrupted.

Liu Shang was so frightened by this that he hiccuped. He raised his head, his face full of tears and confusion.

Zhang Molan grabbed the pigtail tied behind his head with an impatient expression and pulled him away from him. Looking at his clothes stained with snot and tears, he frowned and spoke with disgust and a little anger.

"I've already told you that if you keep crying, I'll dislike you, but you still keep coming close to me. You don't understand what I'm saying, right?

Look at what you've done. You think I'm dying, so you can't lift the knife, right? "

Zhang Molan looked at Liu Shang with a very unfriendly look at this moment. This was the clothes he specially asked his clansmen to customize for him, and he was going to wear them when he was buried in the coffin.

The ancient-style Chinese clothing with pure black patterns and gold and silver threads has three layers inside and three layers outside. It is troublesome for the maker and requires various craftsmanship and materials. It is also troublesome for the wearer and is not very comfortable to wear.

However, despite all its shortcomings, it still looks luxurious and beautiful, and can be preserved for a long time.

Liu Shang's blank gaze paused on the clothes for two seconds, then turned to Zhang Molan. He was in a state of mixed emotions. For a moment, he no longer felt sad, but only felt extremely aggrieved.

He felt like something was wrong, but when it came to his master, there didn't seem to be anything wrong...

With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Liu Shang's face fell and he looked at Zhang Molan with resentment and anger.

He was afraid that if the clan leader saw his expression now, he would scold him for being unfilial.

"Okay, I said a few words to you, and you gave me a bad look."

Zhang Molan did not hide the disgust on his face, but underneath it was a hint of reluctance.

"I called you back because I'm worried about you, a weakling, and I wanted to give you some advice.

From now on, since I won’t be backing you up anymore, please talk less in front of others. Be careful not to gossip too much and get beaten up.

You're learning to curse people like me, and you're quite harsh. I suggest you learn more from those people in the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, speak more politely, and don't be as hateful as me.

Although it is said that not being envied is a sign of mediocrity, if you lack ability, you must learn to restrain your edge. If you are like me, you will definitely be beaten badly when you go out.

Going out to stir up trouble is a physically demanding job, so be careful. With your average to below-average physical skills, without me to protect you, I'm worried that you'll be beaten to death one day.

Also, I have no objection to you treating the patriarch as your idol, but don't get close to him whenever you get the chance. Those guards have been wanting to beat you up for a long time.

Many times if I hadn't taken the initiative and asked them to come out for special training, with your mediocre level, you would have been beaten!

Also, although you have developed the ability to lead a team independently, you must be careful about everything when you are away from home, especially abroad, where there are guns and cannons.

Our family is people-oriented. Without endangering the life and death of the patriarch and the family, the best policy is to protect yourself.

You must learn to be flexible and adaptable when encountering things. You should give up money and power when necessary. Don't let yourself fall into the gutter. If you are really embarrassed, don't say you are my disciple when you go out!

And…”

Zhang Molan talked a lot, and Liu Shang realized for the first time that his master knew him so well.

Horror World 02: Retirement before death, employment after death

All the little tricks he had used before, in the Master's mouth, seemed to have become spoiled and obedient behavior...

I'm not a good kid, never have been!

He naturally knows his own nature best. He is the kind of person who is evil by nature. If he gets really cruel, even he himself is afraid of it.

He looks gentle and cheerful, but the devil in his heart is bound by someone in the name of love.

Family, clan, patriarchal idols are all ropes that hold him back.

Liu Shang thought rebelliously in his heart, biting his lips harder and harder.

"Let go! What are you thinking, self-harm? Are you even listening to me?!"

Zhang Molan frowned impatiently, reached out and pinched Liu Shang's face, forcing him to raise his head and loosen his bitten, bloody lips.

The only thing that answered him was Liu Shang's helpless and pitiful look. Zhang Molan sighed softly and thought with disgust in his heart that this little disciple had grown up, but was still as spoiled as he was when he was little.

Just like those little brats of the Zhang family who are less than 1.5 meters tall, no matter what happens, they can only stare blankly, looking pitiful and meowing blindly.

I have to wait for adults to teach me step by step before I know what to do next.

How can he be at ease with such a little disciple?

Zhang Molan had a blank expression on his face, with a hint of sadness in his heart. He selectively forgot that Liu Shang was now a reliable adult.

"Master, I can't bear to leave you..."

Liu Shang acted coquettishly very naturally, sniffed, and lowered his head again.

"Okay, stop being so desperate."

Zhang Molan scolded him impatiently, and seeing his pitiful look, he hesitated for a moment before telling him that they could go to the horror world after death and live a second life.

Although Liu Shang's current position in the Zhang family does not allow him to access such confidential information, he is about to leave, and he is worried about his apprentice leaking some information before leaving. I think the clan leader and others will not mind.

"We're just separated into two worlds temporarily. It's not like we'll never see each other again. I just went ahead of you to explore the other side and inherit the family business."

Liu Shang was stunned again by what he said. He understood what he said before. Everyone is mortal since ancient times, and death is inevitable whether it is early or late.

But what did that sentence mean? Family business? They were so powerful, did they have someone else down there?

Liu Shang was in a daze.

At this time, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Zhang Moyu walked in slowly.

"Jiayou, the time is almost up, you should go out first."

Zhang Moyu stood in front of the two of them and spoke in a calm tone.

"Okay, okay, Mo Yu Clan Elder..."

Liu Shang stood up in a daze and left, looking back every few steps.

"You're here."

Zhang Molan glanced at him lazily, slumped in the chair, not wanting to get up.

"Well, the coffin has been placed in the cabinet. Do you want to go by yourself, or should I carry you?"

After casting a cleaning spell to clean Zhang Molan's clothes, Zhang Moyu stood quietly beside him.

"When you were sleeping, I put you in the coffin with my own hands. Now the situation has changed, and it's your turn now."

"Um."

Zhang Moyu nodded slightly, then looked at him and asked if he had anything else to say.

"Take good care of my apprentice. Also, don't pamper the clan leader too much. Be careful not to spoil him. Also... take good care of yourself."

"good."

Zhang Moyu agreed with him immediately, then asked with a gentle expression and a soft voice:

"You've memorized all the information I wrote about the horror world, right?"

Zhang Molan instantly remembered the thick dictionary-like information and nodded numbly. He had memorized it, but...

"I almost forgot. Have you learned all the ghost language, strange dialects, and the convenient communication phrases with evil gods that I taught you?"

Zhang Molan had a stern face, blinked twice, and remained silent, trying to get away with it.

Zhang Moyu sighed lightly and thought, forget it, language learning requires talent, and it is enough for Zhang Molan to learn the basics.

The two looked at each other, one in a daze, the other in a trance. The atmosphere gradually fell into silence. Seeing that time was almost up, Zhang Molan suddenly spoke, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Young Master, please hug me..."

Zhang Moyu heard it and without hesitation half-knelt beside his recliner. He put one hand through his back, lifted him up and held him in his arms.

Zhang Molan rested his chin on his shoulder, staring straight ahead with empty eyes. He hugged him tightly with his backhand, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then sighed softly.

"You have to remember, I'm the first person to die in your arms, and I'll be the last!"

"Hmm? No."

Zhang Moyu subconsciously retorted: "When I was in the horror world..."

The peaceful atmosphere was destroyed by his words. Zhang Molan was stunned for a second, and the next moment he slapped Zhang Moyu's back fiercely, with a fierce look on his face, gnashing his teeth and saying:

"Shut up! Can't you just let me go in peace!"

Why didn't he realize before that Zhang Moyu's ability to ruin the atmosphere was comparable to his!

He knew that this kid had been mean since he was a child. He was almost dying, but he still wanted to make him angry. He really held a grudge.

Zhang Moyu knew he was in the wrong, but he was not timid at all. He even returned the slap, and was more confident than Zhang Molan.

"You're the one who should shut up. You're about to leave, can't you just be quiet?"

Zhang Molan hugged him tighter in frustration and buried his head in his neck. He was so angry that he didn't want to die.

Suddenly, he felt someone gently touching his head and heard a familiar voice in his ears.

"Take care of yourself too...wait for me."

When Zhang Moyu carried the body out, Liu Shang was leaning on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, muttering with a sad face.

Every one of the clan leader's personal guards standing nearby stared at Liu Shang with unfriendly eyes.

This kid has been coveting the position of clan leader for a long time, and today he finally got the chance.

This is taking advantage of the clan leader! It must be! ! !

Zhang Moyu held the person in his arms and walked towards the cabinet step by step with steady steps. Zhang Qiling followed quietly with his personal guards and Liu Shang.

In the cabinet, the clansmen all wore black clothes, with white silk wrapped around their waists. They lined up neatly and gathered outside. The atmosphere was solemn...

The body was kept for three days, and the wake lasted for seven days. Finally, Zhang Qiling personally presided over the removal of the body and carried the coffin into the underground palace for rest, making his body a part of the family heritage.

Meanwhile, in another world.

Zhang Molan had her black hair tied up, and was wearing a phoenix crown and a bright red wedding dress. She looked at the red veil in her hand silently, lost in thought.

He understood that after death, the dead would be arranged as NPCs, not players, but... was there something wrong with this arrangement?

The consciousness of the horror world is stupid!

How can he, a man, be a bride? ! !

Horror World 03: On the Boss of the Ghost Bride Dungeon

After receiving the NPC character settings and scripts that the horror world consciousness forced upon him in his mind, Zhang Molan was completely speechless.

What a clichéd plot and character set up: a gambling father, a seriously ill mother, a biased grandmother, a brother who asks for money, and a broken woman.

She was sold to the landlord's stupid son who died early as a ghost marriage, and then she became a ghost bride, killing people in the village full of cold-blooded people.

Zhang Molan was flipping through the plot that belonged to him, and sighing in his heart.

So it makes sense that the Zhang family has an invisible rule that no matter how they cheat or deceive, they never bully women and children!

That is the experience summarized by countless ancestors of the Zhang family from evil events all over the world!

Look at it, those old, weak, women and children who are in a vulnerable position, if they are lucky enough, their fighting power and lethality will be absolutely amazing after they turn into ghosts after death. They will definitely turn into fierce ghosts and can fight against two people at once!

After reading the plot, Zhang Molan was very interested and new to everything here. He no longer worried about why the world consciousness arranged for him, a man, to be the ghost bride.

With a malicious smile, he pushed open the door of the shabby hut.

Before the players of the horror world arrive in the village, he wants to have a good "communication" with his colleagues in advance.

Outside the door, a group of ghosts crowded in the yard, waiting for the reprimand from their new boss. The two ghosts standing in the front, who played the roles of the village chief and Mr. Li, gasped in unison when they saw Zhang Molan.

Oh my goodness, where did this great god come from? The negative energy in his body is almost condensed into substance, and the oppressive force is heavier than that of a red-clothed ghost.

What caught the ghost's attention the most was that there was not much evil spirit on him. On the contrary, there were bits of golden light of merit. The new colleague was amazing!

Zhang Molan's first appearance in the other world scared his colleagues who were running away.

"I want to change the script. Is that okay with you?"

Zhang Molan raised his head slightly, looked down at this group of weak colleagues, grinned, revealing a kind and amiable smile, as if he was going to break their necks in the next second.

The ghosts, who inexplicably felt the crisis of life and death, nodded frantically.

Change! Of course you can change!

As the boss of their dungeon, the Ghost Bride already has the right to change the plot, not to mention...

The ghosts shuddered at the thought of following the plot to tie up the big boss and lock him up in a small dark room, send a big rooster to worship in front of the spirit hall, and then gouge out his eyes, sew up his mouth, and hammer nails into his hands and feet.

Although these processes are performed for the players and cannot cause any harm to the ghost itself, this big guy looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.

I'm so afraid that he'll get unhappy and angry and eat them all as snacks.

The terrifying world consciousness that was hiding and observing secretly did not empathize with its own men.

On the contrary, it nodded with satisfaction after seeing this scene.

The new employee has a pretty good work attitude. He's willing to follow the plot. In the world of Tomb Raiders, he's said to be a thorn in the side. How can it be difficult to lead him?

They are so powerful, but they didn't destroy the instance, they just changed the script. They have the ability but they don't allow them to have a little personality. They are an enlightened world consciousness~

Suddenly thinking of that group of players who were always making trouble and trying to exploit all kinds of strange bugs, the Horror World Consciousness sighed helplessly.

These days, it’s not easy to be world-conscious.

The basic requirements for the boss of the Ghost Bride copy are that she is beautiful and powerful, she must start at the Red Clothes level, and she must be beautiful. How can there be so many beautiful female ghosts!

If it had no other choice, it wouldn't want to drag a male ghost to make up the numbers!

Every time the Ghost Bride dungeon is opened a few times, the boss has to be changed. The reason is mostly because the Ghost Bride is abducted by a high-level male player who is scheming and has some looks.

The Horror World consciousness is puzzled. Why do these players prefer human-ghost romance? Looking for a wife in the Horror World, are they crazy?

Could it be that he has become a psychopath because he has stayed in its horror world for too long?

The Ghost Bride dungeon, Rose Manor dungeon, and River God's Wedding dungeon under his name have almost become the regular wife refresh locations for this group of players!

This is outrageous. Doesn’t the horror world have any dignity? ! ! !

So this time it found a male ghost to be the ghost bride boss. It didn't believe that the group of players could kidnap its employees as wives again!

Be careful when the time comes and be honest, what you take out will be bigger than theirs!

The horror world consciousness let out a strange villain laugh, "hehehe", and left with a black and sinister aura emanating from its body.

The bus the players were riding on soon arrived at the entrance of their village. Zhang Molan, who had changed the script beyond recognition, finally arranged the plot to his satisfaction.

With a wave of his hand, the ghosts surrounding him dispersed and he began to hurriedly make major changes to some of the layouts in the village.

The ghost village chief turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed to the village entrance. He transformed into a human form behind the big locust tree at the village entrance, took a breath, and then hunched over and slowly walked towards the player.

There are a total of eight players this time, five men and three women. The experienced ghost village chief can tell at a glance that two of them are newcomers, and the three handsome men are obviously god-level players. Their eyes and temperament cannot be hidden.

Thinking of the previous bosses who had left here, how could the ghost village chief not know what these three people were up to? Unfortunately, they were wrong this time...

The ghost village chief smoked his old pipe and welcomed the people in with a smile. Like countless times before, he skillfully arranged accommodation for them.

After the ghost village chief left, the players exploded instantly.

"Brother Jiang Jingyi, what should we do next? The guides on the forum say that the Ghost Bride dungeon is easy to beat, but I think the death rate is pretty high."

A yellow-haired boy looked at Jiang Jingyi, who was full of bookish air and had a kind smile, in a flattering manner, his words full of compliments and flattery.

"Ghost Bride dungeon, those who know will know. If you don't have the ability, just be honest. If you can survive seven days, you can complete it alive. As for the rest...

That’s something we veteran players should consider, right… Seniors Xia Yuzhou and Yuan Chen~”

Jiang Jingyi smiled as he looked at Xia Yuzhou, who had a cold expression on his face, and Yuan Chen, who looked like a sunny and cheerful boy.

"Oh my, I can't be called a senior. Brother Jiang, you are too polite. I am just a newcomer."

Yuan Chen showed a cute and energetic smile, as if he was shy, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Pack."

Xia Yuzhou said a word coldly, then turned around and left the main group, walking in one direction.

Each Ghost Bride's dungeon is different. He wants to explore the situation of this script first, and see if he can encounter the dungeon boss by chance...

After all, it is not well known.

The female bosses in some big female ghost copies in the horror world are not only good-looking and have good figures, strong abilities, but also love-sick. Once they set their eyes on someone, they will be loyal to him/her and will not fight back even if you hit them or scold them. No matter how hard the days are, they will give up everything to follow you.

Whether as a wife, a subordinate, a pet, or a spare material, she is a perfect existence!

It is definitely a profit if you can get it. Who among the top players with that ability would not want to try their luck?

Even if you don't need your wife and contracted ghost, it's still face-saving to take them out!

Thriller World 04: Players are deeply deceived

Xia Yuzhou soon found a suspicious little girl in a corner of the village. She had a red rope on her head that looked like some kind of token, with an old copper coin attached to it.

Based on his years of gaming experience, and considering that this was a Ghost Bride-themed copy, he immediately stepped forward to stop the little girl, squatted in front of her, slowed down his voice, and began to ask.

"Hello, little sister. The red string on your head is so beautiful. Can I exchange it with you for some candy?"

As he spoke, he took out the bloody exploding candy that ghosts and children loved from his pocket.

The girl looked at the candy he handed over with a subtle expression.

In the original copy plot, she was the girl responsible for scattering paper money at the ghost bride's wedding. Because she once helped the ghost bride escape, she obtained the ghost bride's protective copper coin and red rope bracelet.

The Ghost Bride will not attack the player wearing this bracelet, and it can also "awaken" the Ghost Bride's consciousness at certain times.

But as I said, that was the original copy, and it is completely different in the new copy.

Zhang Molan felt that there were too many messy clues and it was too troublesome to rewrite the plot, so he simply attached a trace of his breath to all the key objects.

Then they smiled and said that if any players wanted those tokens, they would try their best to protect them from being taken by the players.

And the smart player who gets the token will get his super prize!

The keen attention from the version boss - Zhang Molan.

When Zhang Molan was sorting out the plot, he had already learned the general situation of the horror world by asking the village chief and Li Yuanwai, two knowledgeable NPC ghosts.

What they have here looks like just a small village copy, and the game rules don't allow you to leave the village, but it can actually be connected to the outside.

Just like the ghost bus that brought the players here, it is not only a bridge to take the players to individual dungeons, but also the main means of transportation from small dungeons to city dungeons.

However, only players who have received the copy information and ghosts carrying bus VIP cards can get on the ghost bus.

Except for the boss, everyone in their village is just a bunch of little kids. They are so poor that they don't even have any money and usually rely on bartering.

If Zhang Molan wanted to leave here, he could only look at the group of players.

"No, this belongs to the bride, I can't just give it to you."

The little girl lowered her head in a pretentious manner, raised her hands to protect the red rope on her red hair, and ran away, but she took small steps and ran slowly.

It was not until she ran a long way and found that the human behind her had not caught up with her that the girl ghost took off her disguise and curled her lips in disdain.

What? It turns out she's a cautious coward. The adult said that whoever's token can be snatched away by a player under "protection" first will get a reward of ten wisps of ghost energy. She thought she had hope.

Xia Yuzhou looked at the little girl running away and frowned unconsciously.

Although the plot of the Ghost Bride dungeon changes every time he enters, he always feels like something is wrong.

Will the little girl in the Ghost Bride copy call the Ghost Bride "Adult"?

Judging from this respectful attitude, the ghost bride is either respected in the village or has great strength and deterrent power.

Isn't this a second round? The kind where you kill the Ghost Bride once, then revive all the ghosts and kill them a second time?

Xia Yuzhou felt like he had a vague idea of ​​the truth. It looked like the boss this time was a powerful figure. Those two's plans were probably going to fail...

On the other side, Jiang Jingyi, after understanding the basic situation of the village, turned around and sneaked into the village's ancestral hall.

According to his past experience, clues are most likely to appear in places with a touch of fantasy, such as ancestral halls and sacrificial temples.

As a result, just after slipping in, before he had time to carefully look around, Jiang Jingyi's attention was attracted by the person sitting lazily on the altar.

On the large altar, the offerings were placed in the corner. A stunningly beautiful woman was wearing a red dress, with her 3,000 strands of black hair casually tied together with a red rope.

With his long and powerful legs crossed, he sat lazily on the altar, holding a jar of wine, looking around with his eyes lowered, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.

Elegant... so elegant!

Looking at the ghost bride with extraordinary bearing, cold eyes, and an arrogant and unruly temperament, Jiang Jingyi's eyes were burning, and he felt that his blood was about to burn.

It's really challenging, that's what makes it fun~

Zhang Molan was sitting on the altar bored and studying the soul-calling wine offered to him by ghosts, when he suddenly found a player who didn't know how to live or die broke in front of him.

My goodness, he was still waiting for nightfall to choose the lucky person based on the token, and now someone came up to get killed.

Feeling the heat, inquiry, possessiveness and a bit of paranoid madness in that gaze, Zhang Molan couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He suddenly remembered that a group of people named Wang had looked at him with the same eyes in the past, and later that group of psychopaths were wiped out by them.

I didn’t expect to encounter the same version of mental illness in the horror world. It’s really... It makes me unhappy just thinking about it.

Putting down the wine in his hand, Zhang Molan slowly moved his fingers, making a crisp clicking sound.

Jiang Jingyi was just coveting the ghost bride, but he was not stupid. His sixth sense, which had helped him escape death many times, was frantically alerting him.

He knew that if they really came to a fight, he would be no match for the ghost bride, so he quietly pinched a high-level talisman paper between his fingertips with his left hand, put his right hand into his pocket to hold his life-saving prop, and at the same time calmly adjusted his center of gravity, ready to open the door and escape at any time.

Zhang Molan stood up, casually patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and looked down at the nervous Jiang Jingyi.

Jiang Jingyi realized belatedly that this ghost bride was actually 1.8 meters tall, and her figure was quite... tall and strong?

No, wait! Something seems wrong!

The shoulder width ratio, the waist, the obvious Adam's apple, and the sharp lines on the face, she looks like a man no matter how you look at her!

What the hell is going on with this horror game! How can the ghost bride also bring in a male ghost?

Even if he puts on bridal makeup, eyeliner, lipstick, and wears a bright red wedding dress, it cannot change the fact that he is a man!

Jiang Jingyi felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him, and all of a sudden all his passionate thoughts disappeared.

It's like there's no husband and wife in the Fuqi Feipian, no crab roe in the crab roe bun, no fish in the fish-flavored pork shreds, and no wife in the wife cake... He just felt that he had been deeply deceived!

However, his grief and anger only lasted for a while, and soon he was no longer in the mood to be sad and angry because Zhang Molan took action.

Originally an expert in martial arts, after transforming into a ghost, Zhang Molan's speed, strength, attack and defense have been further improved. He even has long-range attacks, making up for his shortcoming of low magic resistance!

Zhang Molan's lips curled up, and he felt that he was terrifyingly strong now! ! !

Horror World 05: The Terrible Man Back Then

In the past, Zhang Molan had always been trying to find ways to break through his own limits.

Now he finally understood that people have limits, and the way to break through the limits is to not be a human being!

Ever since he became a ghost and lost the constraints of his flesh, his soul power has become stronger day by day, and he has mastered all kinds of methods without any instruction.

He now finally understood why Zhang Moyu couldn't beat him before but could suppress him with some means. It is no exaggeration to say that he is now confident that he can beat ten of his former self!

Jiang Jingyi was easily captured by Zhang Molan and played around with by him.

Kneeling on the ground with wounds all over his body, Jiang Jingyi didn't care about his image. He cried and complained about how difficult his life was and begged him to spare his life.

Zhang Molan stood calmly in front of him, counting the ghost coins and skill cards presented to him by his defeated subordinates. Finally, he showed a look of disgust and said two sarcastic words with contempt.

"Poor bastard."

Hearing his harsh comments, Jiang Jingyi's sad expression almost cracked.

What does this ghost know!

In this terrifying world where one could face life-or-death crises at any moment, he's already very impressive to have accumulated such wealth!

These are his life-saving money and his life-saving trump card!

If not, if I couldn't defeat him...

Thinking that he had been marked by a high-level ghost and that the next game would be transferred to a high-risk copy, he would definitely be doomed without these trump cards. The more Jiang Jingyi thought about it, the sadder he became.

In the end, she couldn't help but feel sad, and she rushed forward and hugged Zhang Molan's thighs, sacrificing her own face.

"Big sister, no big brother! My king! Please leave me some cards... If all else fails, let's make a deal. You can take me in as your younger brother! You just need to save my life, and we can sign a contract!"

As the saying goes, freedom is precious, but life is more precious. Jiang Jingyi feels that in order to save his life, being a ghost servant is not unacceptable.

At least this ghost is good-looking, has an extraordinary bearing, powerful means, and is decisive in killing. The most important thing is that he thinks this ghost must be at least at the Qingyi level.

The ghosts in the horror world are divided into discouraged ghosts, white-shirted ghosts, yellow page ghosts, black shadows, red-shirted ghosts, green-capturing ghosts, and finally the super-level ghost king.

Ordinary wandering souls cannot reach their world at all. Generally, players use colors to represent the level of ghosts, such as white ghosts, red ghosts, and green ghosts.

However, level does not represent everything, just like in fantasy novels, peerless geniuses can kill enemies of higher levels.

The powerful Sheqing Ghost can also fight against the Ghost King without being at a disadvantage.

Jiang Jingyi had never seen the power of a ghost king, but he knew that this was definitely not an ordinary green-clothed ghost. Although it was a bit embarrassing for him to serve such a big boss, it did not lose face too much as a top player.

Zhang Molan looked at him critically, and thinking of his own task of developing his family in another world, which was almost starting from scratch, he accepted his surrender.

Then, Jiang Jingyi saw that the big man was in urgent need of money and wanted to develop in a big city. Thinking of the idea that if his friend dies, he will not be able to have a good life either, so he kindly helped to kick the other two old players into the trap.

Zhang Molan is happy to get two tools.

As for those other ordinary players, Zhang Molan thought they were too rubbish and not even worthy of being enslaved by him.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and the ghost bus that took the players back to the city arrived at the village gate on time. Zhang Molan wanted to buy a ticket and get on the bus, but found that the driver of the ghost bus deliberately wanted to cheat him of his ghost coins and squeeze out the last penny in his hand.

He immediately said, I won't stand this kind of bullshit!

Zhang Molan unleashed his full aura, grabbed the ghost driver's neck, roughly pulled him out of the car window, then used his ghost energy to fold him into a ball, gathered strength on the spot, and threw it towards the poetry and distance under the afterglow of the setting sun.

None of the people in the car dared to say a word. Jiang Jingyi and the other two got into the car with numb expressions. They had never thought that there was such a bold move as car robbery before.

Zhang Molan reassured the ghosts with a kind face that his driving skills were superb, and as long as there were enthusiastic ghosts to help show the way, they would be able to reach the central city safely without leaving any ghost behind.

Hearing the implicit threat in his tone, a student ghost raised his hand tremblingly, indicating that he was very eager to show the way.

Next, Zhang Molan drove the bus and did some spinning drifting on the mountain road.

With the help of ghost energy, he was not afraid of overturning the car at all. After becoming a ghost, he would not die easily. Zhang Molan had a lot of fun. When he parked at the bus stop, he still had an expression of wanting more.

The central city is composed of a number of city copies, such as the small copies of the human skin clothing store and the human meat bun shop, the larger copies of the horror building, the death anniversary restaurant, and the mental hospital, and the larger copies of the city college, the happy community, and the ghost playground.

After wandering around for a long time without finding any of the forces left behind by Zhang Moyu, Zhang Molan recalled the long list of industries that Zhang Moyu had given him and planned to search for them one by one.

What good things can ghosts have? If they rebel, just defeat them.

After knocking on everyone's door one by one, Zhang Molan suddenly discovered something a little embarrassing.

Every ghost burst into tears after being knocked down by him, and shouted that he did not blame them for rebelling. It was really because Zhang Moyu was so incompetent before leaving the horror world.

They originally lived a free life of drinking a little blood, eating a little meat, and saving a little money. But one day, they were visited by a player with Qilin blood, and were forced to sign various unequal treaties, turning from black-hearted bosses into slave workers.

After they had finally adapted to the hard working life, counted their previous savings and comforted themselves, Zhang Moyu cut off their funds and robbed them one by one.

All the wealth and treasures they had accumulated were swept away, not even a hair was left. How could they not hate it!

Zhang Molan felt that what they said made sense...

But he didn't listen!

It's so funny, he's talking nonsense all the time. Only a idiot would try to reason with ghosts. He would only tell those ghosts that the bigger the fist, the more powerful the truth!

Zhang Molan, who gained epic enhancement after becoming a ghost, now has no problem walking sideways in the entire horror world!

In this thrilling world where strength is paramount, he is simply having a blast!

In just a few months, he had conquered half of the horror world. Although it was only in name only, no ghost dared to disobey his words, and those ghosts had to pay tribute to him every month.

The other half belongs to the direct jurisdiction of the ghost kings, which is a bit tricky. Zhang Molan has no intention of making enemies with them for the time being.

After all, one has to eat one bite at a time, and he doesn’t know how to manage the territory he has conquered. It’s such a trouble!

Zhang Molan is now counting the days on his fingers all day long, thinking about who's life is coming to an end, and eagerly hoping that a few people from the family can come down to help him.

He is good at fighting, but he has no idea how to handle domestic affairs.

There are also experts among the ordinary ghost NPCs who come down from the dead, but Zhang Molan doesn't trust them. The only others he can trust are those members of the Zhang family who have guaranteed character and integrity.

Horror World 06: The Worker and the Evil Sect Leader

After all, for ordinary people, they have all become ghosts and their species have changed. Who would care about moral bottom line and human order!

When I was a human, everything went wrong and my life was so miserable, so of course I have to be a little more unrestrained as a ghost.

If we look at the Zhang family themselves, it’s different. The concept of the Zhang family itself comes with a complete set of order and ideas.

Just look at the state of their family leader when he lost his memory. He remembered nothing, but he still had a bottom line in doing things.

The family's rigorous training and ideological doctrines have created firm beliefs and behavioral norms engraved into the soul. They are not afraid of personality collapse or loss of self under any circumstances!

Although if they deviate from the positive direction and there is no patriarch in charge, most of the Zhang family members may evolve into sophisticated egoists.

But if a group of Zhang family members get together, the object of their sophisticated egoism will automatically shift to the family.

If the clan leader is here, then there is nothing to worry about. The clan leader will back up their conscience. They just need the clan leader to tell them to do what they want, and they will scream and shout without fear at all!

After waiting for a long time and collecting stamps from several acquaintances, Zhang Molan finally waited for a heavyweight guest - Xie Yuchen, who passed away.

Zhang Molan's gloomy eyes finally lit up, and he almost cried tears of joy. He knew that boy wouldn't live for many more years...

Hey, there seems to be something wrong with this?

Never mind, that’s not important!

After Xie Yuchen passed away, the world consciousness detected that his soul strength had reached the standard and directly threw him over as an NPC.

As soon as Xie Yuchen died with regret, he immediately took over as the owner of the ghost opera troupe and automatically obtained a set of opera house property.

Seeing that the ghost troupe was facing closure due to poor income, and there were dozens of weak ghosts in the troupe waiting to work with him to earn money, Xie Yuchen couldn't keep the fake smile on his face.

No time to explain! Money, money, money! Without more ghost coins, he will be left with nothing!

The Ghost Troupe is one of the few copies that survives on ghost coins instead of eating humans. Although ghosts will not die of starvation if they don't eat, they will feel hungry. If they are hungry for a long time, they will feel empty, and if they feel empty for a long time, they will become weak. If a ghost comes here to tell their own story, it definitely doesn't feel good.

Xie Yuchen had never been hungry when he was a human, and now that he is a ghost, he doesn't want to suffer that kind of pain. His top priority is to make this group of weak little ghosts rich.

After understanding the basic situation of the dungeon and the horror world, he relied on his excellent social skills to be able to deal with people in a way that suits them.

He earned his first pot of gold by mortgaging his property from a red-clothed ghost, then formed a small company with the ghosts in his troupe and began his entrepreneurial career in the horror world.

Just as he had made some small name for himself, he was found by Zhang Molan's younger brother who was sent out to recruit talents and was taken back.

Zhang Molan had previously ordered his younger brothers to send any talented geniuses to him first, in order to catch their own big fish.

He firmly believed that with his family's abilities, they would be able to make a name for themselves anywhere, and it would be natural for him to get the job.

Otherwise, there are innumerable copies of all kinds in the horror world, and the number is even increasing all the time. If you really want to find a few NPC ghosts everywhere, the difficulty is no different from finding a needle in a haystack. His operation is called waiting for the opportunity!

As for those who don’t have the ability to make a name for themselves, there’s no need to talk about them. They are just a bunch of useless people who just eat and do nothing. They should just go wherever it’s comfortable for now.

The family, which is still in its early stages of entrepreneurship in the horror world, doesn't need them yet.

Although Xie Yuchen is not from the same family, Zhang Molan still trusts this guy and immediately hands over the important task of developing the Zhang family to him. He also says that he is just a thug and his Ghost King-level strength can help him back up and he can move wherever he is needed.

Although he is not stupid, to be honest, tasks that require thinking are not suitable for him.

Ever since Zhang Moyu became the clan leader, he has been the clan leader's personal thug. He doesn't need to think too much. Over time, his sensitivity to those matters has become terribly dull. He is also annoyed by those family affairs that are long-winded and become more and more complicated.

Xie Yuchen silently looked at the list of ghost industries compiled by Zhang Molan.

When I think about what I experienced in the ghost world in such a short time, with its conspiracy, deception, murderous intentions, thrills and excitement without limits, and a business atmosphere that is even more cunning than the palace fighting in ancient times, I feel a little numb.

My goodness, this situation now gave him an extremely familiar feeling. It was simply a replica and upgraded version of the situation when he was eight years old and was the head of the family.

Back then, Hei Xia Zi was his thug, but now it's Zhang Molan who's doing it. The only difference is that he's missing a master to protect him...

Alas, there is no other way. He has to do business or develop his family. He had promised the clan leader and Brother Mo before he died. He has to do it no matter how difficult it is!

Xie Yuchen gave himself some inspirational words to cheer himself up, and once again switched from starting a business to working, but this time he was not as leisurely as before.

There were many things to do during the start-up period, and they were very busy. But after becoming a ghost, he could perfectly adapt to the 24-hour work system. Xie Yuchen directly began a painful career of leading a group of ghosts through life and death.

Occasionally, when he was tired and stopped to rest, he would drink a special drink from the ghost world that increased his soul power, slumped in his boss chair, and lament the past of his life.

Now and then he would think of a line from a song: I really want to live another five hundred years!

This fucked up life made him miss the time when he was a human...

There was a big news in the horror world recently. The boss of the Qingyang High School Battle Royale copy was replaced by a top-level red-clothed ghost with powerful strength and super cruel and evil aura!

In the principal's office, Wuxie rested his arms on the table, his chin in his hands, staring blankly at the shaking cactus on the desk in boredom.

This cactus is a weak goblin. It will only scare people with its giggling sound when there is a person around, and survives by absorbing a little bit of scare value.

As the principal's pet on the desk, it would occasionally scare the players who risked their lives to go to the principal's office to look for information. It had a comfortable life with no worries about food and drink. However, suddenly one day the situation changed.

The original principal boss was transferred elsewhere, and the new one was a fierce ghost that exuded a terrifying aura and always stared at it with a greedy look. The cactus ghost now lived in fear every day.

Although this ghost has a delicate appearance, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, speaks in a gentle voice, and loves to laugh, looking gentle and easy to talk to, a ghost cannot be so superficial!

Experience tells them that those ghosts who are judged by their appearance are often the ones who die the earliest and most miserably!

To see a ghost, of course you have to look at the breath and momentum on the body. This big guy brings negative energy with him when he goes out. The negative energy above his head has gathered into dark clouds, and he can't contain the murderous aura on his body.

The thick red evil spirit was almost condensing into black blood and dripping down. Any ordinary monster that got close to it could feel the torture of the evil spirit.

What kind of good ghost is this? This might be a demonic spirit that can kill both humans and ghosts!

Horror World 07: The Zhang Family in Horror World

As the legendary super-invincible, cruel and evil ghost, Wuxie has no idea what's happening. He has already completed three dungeons and still hasn't adapted to his identity.

Until his death, he was still a writer and screenwriter, and had no great achievements. But after his death, he directly became the principal of a high school in the ghost world, and got a stable job in the education industry.

If it were in the original world, he would be quite happy, but now the situation is different. Every day, hundreds of ghosts are acting with dozens of people.

Although it is a life-and-death game for the player, it may be because he brings in the perspective of ghosts, and it always feels like playing house.

Although he serves as the boss of a battle royale dungeon, Wuxie does not kill people on his own initiative. He will even occasionally save someone he likes.

But what left him speechless was that no matter whether he had rescued the players or not, those players would run away when they saw him, without even giving him a chance to talk to them.

That's fine, he can understand that they have different standpoints. If he were a human, he would also have to run away if he met a boss ghost.

But what about those ghosts? It's fine if they just run away, but why do his minions also run away when they see him? It's like they're the prey in this battle royale, when they're clearly the main force of the hunt!

Wuxie touched his handsome face with a worried look on his face. He couldn't understand, was he that scary?

Why is it that when the ghosts under his command see him they either kneel down and tremble, or scream and run away?

This really makes him look like a villain!

God knows he is actually a good man... no, it should be said that he is a good ghost.

After Wuxie's reputation as a vicious and evil spirit spread, the ghosts sent by Xie Yuchen found him.

When Wuxie excitedly came to Jie Yuchen's office, ready to complain to him about his experience, he found that there was something wrong with the way Jie Yuchen looked at him.

"Wait! Don't come over here!"

Seeing Wuxie, who was surrounded by murderous aura and had a fierce aura like the tentacles of a sea monster, and who looked like he was possessed by an ancient god, Xie Yuchen jumped out of his seat in horror and quickly moved away from him.

Wuxie pursed his lips in grievance and looked at Jie Yuchen with resentment, as if he was a heartless and unfaithful man.

Xie Yuchen felt that Wuxie, who had turned into a ghost, seemed to have activated some incredible mechanism, and turned from a little white rabbit into a monster covered in rabbit skin.

This sense of horror has nothing to do with strength, but is more like a deterrent of status.

Wiping the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, Xie Yuchen heard Wuxie say that being a boss was too boring and that he wanted to join him. So, with the idea of ​​making good use of waste, he directly sent Wuxie to the group's professional debt collection department. Judging from his physique, he seemed to be a suitable professional for the job.

Wuxie inexplicably felt like he had become a gangster boss, and his daily job was to act cool in front of disobedient ghosts and make them listen to his boss.

It's... pretty cool~

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the Zhang family in the horror world has gotten on the right track and grown stronger.

Finally one day, the Zhang family in the horror world welcomed their first patriarch, Zhang Moyu.

Zhang Moyu hasn't been the clan leader for many years, and he was a little uncomfortable when he first took the position. But fortunately, his reputation as a player was still there, and no ghost in the horror world dared to speak loudly to him!

The God of Death has returned, and the ghosts in the horror world want to die.

They discovered that when Zhang Moyu was a player, they were threatened with being beaten and killed, robbed on the road, and could not live a peaceful life.

After finally sending him away, Zhang Moyu is now an NPC like them. They are oppressed and enslaved by the Zhang family, their value is squeezed out, and they live a hopeless life.

Alas...why do they have such a miserable life!

Intimidated by Zhang Moyu's reputation, Zhang Molan also became more idle. Perhaps because he had experienced the separation of life and death, he now particularly liked to stay with Zhang Moyu, and his temperament was more lively than in the years before his death.

"Young Master, Little Young Master~"

Zhang Molan slumped on the sofa in a unkempt manner, calling out to Zhang Moyu like he was calling a soul. Zhang Moyu impatiently threw the ghost wood in his hand at his head.

"If you're not working, get out of here! Leave me alone!"

He also needs to study how to use ghost wood to carve a formation plate and create a family defense formation. He has so much important work to do that he has no time to play.

Zhang Molan didn't even move, letting the piece of wood hit his head. He raised his eyes lazily and made a "tsk" sound in a unpleasant mood.

"Yu, you've changed. You weren't like this before."

Zhang Molan kept harassing Zhang Moyu. He felt that in the horror world, time was not a factor and there was no restriction on life span. They had plenty of time and there was no need to rush their research.

"No, I used to be like this."

Zhang Moyu glanced at him and spoke in a cold and ruthless manner, saying that this man was always chattering around him and was very annoying.

Hearing him say this, Zhang Molan also remembered that when a clan leader, rationality is more important than selfish desires. Back then, Zhang Moyu treated all the clan members equally except for the little ones, so he would show some fatigue in front of those people he trusted.

He felt that the other person had changed because when the young patriarch was in office, Zhang Moyu, as the elder of the clan, was much gentler and more approachable to people.

"But you haven't smiled lately. Before I died, I wanted you to be happy every day. Now you have a sullen face every day. It makes me feel like I didn't take good care of you."

Zhang Moyu looked at him, who was so big and curled up there, pretending to be pitiful and depressed. He couldn't help but twitch his lips and spoke speechlessly.

"What the hell are you laughing at! Are you stupid? How can working every day and retirement be the same?

Besides, I am the head of the clan, so it is me who should be supporting you."

Zhang Molan didn't refute him when he heard that. Instead, he smiled at him, held up his chin and gave him an inappropriate wink.

"You're right, I love you~ my patriarch~"

"roll!"

Zhang Moyu rolled his eyes at him, unable to stand his funny look.

"Okay."

Zhang Molan saw that he was almost unable to bear it anymore, so he quickly responded with a cheerful voice, then got up and slipped out the door, leaving Zhang Moyu laughing helplessly.

"It's true... If I don't discipline him for three days, he'll tear the roof off the house. The stability I cultivated in my apprentice with great effort has all been thrown away.

Being so lively, could this guy have found a second life after his death? "

After going out, Zhang Molan was like a bird out of a cage, chirping and ready to attack other ghosts and players.

Use Yin Qi to switch to the Ghost Bride skin with one click, "borrow" the luxurious sedan chair from the Mountain Temple copy, hire ghosts from the Yuchen Opera Troupe, play musical instruments and sing all the way, and go to inspect the territory in a grand and sinister manner.

Perhaps because of his status as the BOSS of the Ghost Bride dungeon, Zhang Molan would find players trying to conquer him every once in a while, and even his sharp tongue couldn't stop the players from wanting to take advantage of him.

Zhang Molan seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding with them. When he was happy, he would scold them, and when he was unhappy, he would scold them as well. He just treated it as a fun thing, and he was happy every day.

CP Extra: Lan Yu - the closest person to each other

(CP each is developed independently, does not contribute to the main text, 1V0)

After returning from another mission, Zhang Molan was covered in dust and looked haggard.

Walking on the small path paved with bluestone slabs, watching the setting sun gradually being swallowed by the clouds, he let out a long sigh and thought of what happened during this trip.

When a certain Qilin boy from our family was traveling abroad, he was noticed by the leader of the Mohist school of this generation. The leader insisted on being with him, and the key point was that they were both men!

While chasing each other, the two ran into Zhang Molan's team who were out on a mission.

Over the course of a few days, I showed him that you loved me but wanted to imprison me with force, not knowing that I loved you too.

I love you but due to the pressure from the world and my family, I can't express my love to you. Leaving you is also for your own good.

This was the first time that Zhang Molan saw someone with a homosexual relationship around him. Looking at the well-mannered, gentle and strong leader of the Mo family, and then looking at his own cub who was targeted by him, with narrow eyebrows and a natural smile, and who had an inexplicable fox-like aura when he smiled, he inexplicably felt that the two were quite a match.

At the same time, seeing the experiences of these two people, he couldn't help but think more.

Because of their longevity, they are inevitably emotionally indifferent, which is also a spiritual self-protection measure to avoid being deeply in love but not living long.

In the Zhang family, special feelings rarely develop between men and women. Their family's duty to eliminate evil spirits from heaven and earth means that their lives are destined to be full of surprises.

The dead go to the other side of the Forgetful River as soon as they close their eyes, but the living have to endure dozens or even hundreds of years of longing, worry, loneliness and solitude.

They are afraid to form closer relationships because being the one left behind is more painful than leaving...

What is more common in their family is the relationship between brothers and sisters. Of course, with so many situations, there are occasionally special cases where the relationship between brothers or sisters deteriorates.

Zhang Molan didn't know what he had been thinking about during this period of time. He just felt a little dizzy. On the way back, all he was thinking about was the voice and appearance of the patriarch.

Speaking of which, the clan leader has quite a few suitors, but he doesn't seem to have any plans to get married, and he never flirts with anyone...

I don't know what the patriarch likes...

After coming to his senses, Zhang Molan went back to his room, took a shower with a wooden ladle of cold water, dried himself, changed into clean clothes, tied up his hair with a jade hairpin, and tidied himself up. Only then was he ready to go see the young patriarch whom he had been thinking about all the way.

After all his busy work, it was now completely dark and it was almost time to go to bed.

Thanks to his status, Zhang Molan, as the chief of the royal guards and military, was able to enter the clan leader's main building without informing anyone else.

At this moment, the light in the study on the first floor had been blown out, and the study was pitch black. Zhang Molan stopped in front of the study for a while. Thinking of the idea he had made up just a few seconds ago, he felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, and his steps felt extremely heavy.

"It's so late, why don't you go to rest?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Zhang Molan subconsciously tensed up and looked up nervously.

In the clan leader's residence on the third floor, Zhang Moyu was wearing a thin white nightgown, leaning casually against the window, looking downstairs with his head tilted.

Her long, inky hair was loose, swaying slightly in the night breeze. Her snow-white skin had a jade-like luster under the moonlight. She looked like a fairy absorbing the moonlight, so beautiful that she didn't look like a real person.

"I……"

Zhang Molan was so nervous when he looked at her that she didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Is there something wrong? Come up and tell me."

Zhang Moyu was a little surprised when he saw him hesitating, and was also curious about why he was looking for him so late, so he directly asked him to come up and talk.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Molan turned over and came in through the window without saying a word.

He had been to Zhang Moyu's dormitory before, but he had never been as nervous as he was now.

"Why, did something happen outside?"

Zhang Moyu pulled him to sit next to him, casually put an arm on his shoulder, and came over to ask with some curiosity.

Seeing how close and defenseless he was to her, Zhang Molan suddenly felt courageous. She pretended to be calm and spoke in a teasing tone.

"No, I just figured something out and felt the need to come and tell you."

"Um?"

Zhang Moyu's expression changed slightly. Every time Zhang Molan said that there was something and felt it necessary to come and talk to him, it was because he wanted him to help clean up after the work was done!

This time, maybe he had done something wrong, got into trouble, or angered the public, so he came to inform him in advance.

"Chief, I like you."

Zhang Molan spoke calmly, but his heart was pounding.

Zhang Moyu was stunned for a moment, then spoke speechlessly.

"When you said that before, I thought you were up to something big outside again. I worried for nothing. After all, this is what you wanted to say.

You come over here in the middle of the night to joke with me, are you bored? You're talking like... no one in the family dislikes me, I'm the clan leader! "

"It's not just ordinary love..."

Zhang Molan lowered his eyes and softened his voice, showing a rare gesture of weakness.

“It’s not about following, it’s about pursuing!”

"I'm the one offering myself to you, wanting to form a bond with you, wanting to spend my whole life with you!"

Under the cover of night, Zhang Molan's face turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears. He felt shy, a rare sight in his life.

He felt uneasy. In fact, he had been a little rash in saying this today. He thought Young Master would probably refuse...

In fact, it doesn’t matter if he refuses. He is the clan leader and the military chief.

The Wu Shou is the last line of defense to protect the clan leader and is also the closest and most trusted person to every clan leader.

As long as the two of them have not yet married, they are tacitly recognized by everyone in the family as the closest people to each other.

"You want to be with me?"

Zhang Moyu's face turned red, and she awkwardly withdrew her arm from his shoulder, feeling a little at a loss.

This was the first time someone proposed to him, and he felt a little embarrassed.

What Zhang Molan didn't know was that although Zhang Moyu had many suitors, due to his status as the clan leader, no one dared to dance in front of him before he said he wanted to get married, so Zhang Molan was the first person to openly confess his love to him.

Seeing his innocent and shy state, Zhang Molan's heart moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This attitude! He feels like he has a chance! And he can be more proactive and keep working hard!

Zhang Molan stood up and approached him, half hugging him face to face. Seeing that he did not resist and just turned his head slightly, his movements became bolder.

He completely embraced the man in his arms, pretended to be calm, and pretended to be good at chatting, then leaned over to his ear and spoke in an ambiguous tone.

"Chief, it's time to rest. Let me serve you in bed."

"Lan, no..."

Zhang Moyu put his hand on his chest in a panic. Zhang Molan was understanding and stopped moving, staring at him with his calm, dark eyes.

"Do you want to refuse?"

Their lips were pressed so tightly together that they could feel each other's breath.

Zhang Moyu thought about how he had taken care of her over the years and how relaxed and comfortable they felt when they were together. In fact, he felt that it was not bad for them to be together. After all, they had always taken the most care of each other.

"No, no..."

"Then you agree. Don't worry, I've learned it and it will be very comfortable."

"Wait, don't..."

"Don't be afraid, leave it to me."

"No... idiot, go and close the window!"

CP Extra: Yu Lan - A Confession Across a Thousand Years

One day after Zhang Qiling rebuilt the Zhang family, Zhang Molan and Zhang Moyu, the elders of the family, were sitting in a row by the lake, chatting about life and the future.

Zhang Moyu had nothing to do, so he plucked all the dogtail grass hairs around him, skillfully weaved it into a grass ring, and put it on Zhang Molan's head.

"Tsk, this hairy grass will shed its residue and make me itchy all over again."

Zhang Molan touched the grass ring on his head with a look of disgust, but did not throw it away.

"Tsk, forget it."

Zhang Moyu glanced at him proudly, then walked to a slightly further place, plucked a large bunch of wild flowers, sat beside him and carefully made a wreath.

Just when Zhang Molan happily thought that Zhang Moyu had listened to his advice and was about to write a new one for him, he heard Zhang Moyu say something casually.

"Too many yellow wild chrysanthemums doesn't look good. I think the tribe leader would have liked white or blue..."

I decisively pinched off a few delicate wild chrysanthemums, added some blue snow flowers wherever possible, and added some small white flowers.

Zhang Molan's expression froze instantly, and his defense was completely broken.

"So you made this grass ring for me just to practice, right?"

He was almost laughing out of anger. This guy was really thinking about the young patriarch all the time and even made a wreath for him!

Oh, how could such a serious person like the young patriarch walk around with a garland?

He doesn't want it at all!

Only I would be willing to wear such childish things that even the younger members of the family wouldn't wear, just to provide such little emotional value to this guy.

"Well, I haven't edited for a long time, so my hands are a little rusty."

You admitted it! You actually admitted it!

Zhang Molan instantly got angry and became furious.

"Pfft, why are you still so funny? Can't you see that I'm teasing you on purpose?"

Zhang Moyu's eyes were full of smiles. He took off the grass wreath on his head, put the flower wreath on him, and stroked his dog's head to comfort him.

"You've turned bad."

Zhang Molan folded his arms, stood straight, with a stern face, and looked at Zhang Moyu with some resentment in his eyes.

"Same here."

Zhang Moyu smiled and put his arm around his shoulders, casually patting his chest with his other hand, teasing him like he did when they were young.

Their cheeks were pressed very close to each other. Zhang Molan suddenly had an idea and moved closer to him, and their cheeks were pressed close together.

The smooth skin feels great to the touch, just as imagined.

Zhang Moyu cooperated by raising his head, and rubbed him in a friendly and trusting manner. Zhang Molan rubbed him back in a determined manner.

The two of them stuck together and rubbed against each other, neither of them wanting to be the first to dodge, as if whoever dodged would lose.

Men's competitive spirit is sometimes so inexplicable.

Finally, Zhang Moyu got fed up with him and used his ultimate move. He held his head with one hand and gave him a kiss on the face!

Zhang Molan's computer crashed instantly. Wait a minute, what just happened?

He suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Moyu, but saw that the man had a calm expression. He stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the grass debris stuck on his clothes, and gave him his usual gentle smile.

"It's getting late. The sun is about to set. I'm going to go see if the chief has finished his work."

The rosy clouds on the horizon dyed half the sky red, and Zhang Moyu's back as he turned and left seemed to be tinged with a layer of romantic and hazy color. His shadow grew longer and longer in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if he was reluctant to leave.

After the people walked away, Zhang Molan touched the place on his cheek where he was kissed and cursed under his breath.

"Little bastard!"

At nightfall, Zhang Moyu got himself ready and was about to go to bed. Just as he lay down, the bed curtains were suddenly lifted up.

Zhang Molan lifted the bed curtain with one hand and casually leaned on the wooden railing with the other hand. He looked unhappy and spoke awkwardly.

"Hey, what did you mean by that earlier?"

"That depends on what you think. Whatever you think it means is what it means."

Zhang Moyu smiled and lay on his side, supporting his face with one hand while looking at him.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous in the silence. Zhang Molan felt his heart pounding. Although Zhang Moyu's pajamas covered everything, he felt that the other party's current posture was deliberately seducing him.

It's not that I'm without feelings for him. Zhang Molan doesn't quite understand love, but if he has to choose someone to spend the rest of his life with, that person must be Zhang Moyu!

"What I want is... to form a bond with you."

Zhang Molan's throat was a little dry, and he spoke in a low voice, afraid that he might misunderstand.

"OK."

The prey finally took the bait. Zhang Moyu looked at Zhang Molan with a smile on his face, his eyes shining. He pounced on him happily and excitedly.

Detailed and dense kisses fell on the neck, and the sharp canine teeth scratched across the collarbone, leaving behind traces of pain and slight numbness.

His behavior was awkward and reckless, typical of a newcomer.

After letting him go wild for a while, Zhang Moyu put one hand on his shoulder and pushed hard, and the two of them switched positions, upside down.

The long, smooth black hair slid down from one side, piled up beside Zhang Molan's ear, and entangled with his loose, half-long hair.

Zhang Moyu lowered her head and kissed him on the lips. The two of them leaned against each other, supporting each other and exchanging breaths.

Just when the feelings were at their peak, Zhang Molan, who had originally closed his eyes and was fully immersed in the moment, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Zhang Moyu's hand that was stretching back along his spine, and spoke anxiously.

"Wait! Let me do it, you just lie back and enjoy it!"

Although he had never thought that he would become a homosexual, Zhang Molan had lived for so many years after all, and he still understood the theoretical knowledge he should know.

"I can do it. I don't trust you because of your reckless nature. I'm better at delicate operations."

Zhang Moyu grabbed his wrist with his backhand and pressed his hand on the bed sheet, intending to suppress him completely.

"Let me do this kind of physical work. I'm stronger than you!"

Zhang Molan used the power of his waist to drive his whole body, quickly turned over and took control, pressing back against Zhang Moyu.

"Are you trying to commit treason? You were a good boy before, but you have to be a good boy now!"

Zhang Moyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Molan, with a hint of danger in his tone. There was not only ambiguity between the two people's gazes, but also sparks of electricity from the fierce collision.

The next second, the two of them started fighting, as expected, until the bed collapsed, and the noise woke up Zhang Qiling, who was resting in the building across the street...

Zhang Qiling hurried over wearing a coat. He glanced around and his gaze finally focused on the kiss mark on Zhang Moyu's neck. His expression froze for a moment.

The next second, the deathly gaze was cast at the No. 1 suspect Zhang Molan present.

He had reason to suspect that Zhang Molan raided Zhang Moyu's room at night, intending to steal her, and after being discovered, he wanted to rob her, so a fight broke out.

All the mess at the scene is evidence!

This is definitely something that the unreliable Mo Lan clan elders can do!

His gentle, strong, and considerate elder of the Moyu clan was almost defiled by this lecher!

Zhang Molan felt ashamed and aggrieved by the condemning and contemptuous gaze of the young patriarch. Seeing Zhang Moyu leisurely tidying up his messy clothes beside him with a calm expression, he felt even more angry.

He just didn't understand. It was clearly the fault of two people, so why did it become a chaos caused by him alone?

"It's okay, Chief, you can go back and rest."

Zhang Moyu smiled and sent away Zhang Qiling, who wanted to stand up for him, then turned around and pulled Zhang Molan to his room, and coaxed him with just a few simple words.

Although they were no longer interested, they could only make do with it for one night under the current circumstances. As for the issue of the duplicate numbers, he believed that Zhang Molan would figure it out slowly!

The two of them slept on the same bed, holding each other in their arms.

Time passes by unconsciously, and companionship is the most lasting confession of love...

CP Extra: Chu Ling - The Farthest Distance in the World

Zhang Benchu ​​and Zhang Benling were born in the same year and have had a very good relationship since childhood.

Zhang Benchu ​​is straightforward, decisive, and usually careless. Although he has excellent talent in martial arts, he was eventually captured by Guazong because of his inexplicable talent for language.

Zhang Benling's personality is the opposite of his. He is sensitive, thoughtful, indecisive, and always leaves room for maneuver when speaking or doing things.

If he didn't have an extraordinary talent in fortune-telling, and he would tell fortunes whenever he was in doubt, with his personality, he would never have been able to climb very high in the family.

Both of them joined the Gua Sect. Their relationship did not fade as they grew older. Instead, it was like a fine wine that had been stored for a long time, becoming more mellow and fragrant with the passage of time.

As time went by, some subtle remarks began to spread within the family.

Zhang Benchu ​​and Zhang Benling have a deep affection for each other, and because of their jobs, they stay together all day long. In addition, the tacit understanding between their eyebrows and gestures makes the relationship between the two seem particularly intriguing to others.

Although the love between Long Yang is rare in the family, it does exist. They all speculate that the two will become sworn brothers sooner or later.

Zhang Benchu ​​didn't care about the strange looks from his clansmen. Faced with the implicit questions from several good brothers, he just smiled and didn't argue.

He didn't know whether he was a man or a woman. He just felt that if he and Benling really became a couple as the tribesmen said, that would be fine. At least they would understand each other and wouldn't have to spend time getting used to each other.

Although he occasionally has a tendency to be violent at work, he is a person who goes with the flow psychologically.

But it was different for Zhang Benling. He was sensitive and a little concerned about his reputation. Faced with the open and covert pointing and criticizing of his clansmen, he felt his scalp tingling and under great pressure.

Once when they went to visit the clan elder together, the elder looked at them for a long time and sighed that the degree of spiritual compatibility between the two of them was really high.

According to family records, people with this level of compatibility are either siblings who are connected by heart, or a pair who are made in heaven and can understand each other's minds.

The elder's remarks quickly spread throughout the family, and the rumors of their affair became increasingly rampant.

Finally, when Zhang Benchu ​​was urged by his friends to confess his love to him, Zhang Benling could no longer hold back his feelings.

He began to avoid Zhang Benchu ​​and consciously reduced the contact between them.

Zhang Benchu ​​was just straightforward, but not stupid, so he quickly noticed that Zhang Benling was avoiding him. Perhaps because their souls were compatible and they had a tacit understanding, he understood his thoughts after a little thought.

Although he was disappointed that their relationship could not go further, Zhang Benchu ​​respected his choice.

Zhang Benchu ​​thought that if the rumors about their relationship made Zhang Benling feel uncomfortable, then he would be willing to take a step back and let the rumors die down.

Since they can't be husband and wife, it's not bad for them to continue being brothers.

So Zhang Benchu ​​began to frequently and for a long time follow Wuzong's men on missions, hoping to quell the rumors by keeping a distance.

But sometimes, things don't turn out the way we want.

The rumors that the two were childhood sweethearts and loved each other had indeed disappeared, but the rumors that they had become enemies and were in love and hating each other had resurfaced.

Zhang Benling watched helplessly as the two of them couldn't wash off their dirty looks, and he felt numb all over.

Feeling depressed, he began to practice intensive fortune-telling, hoping to consume his mental and energy in this way.

While practicing fortune-telling and handling his work, he can also escape the reality he doesn't want to face.

When the intensity was at its highest, he even did nearly a thousand divinations a day, pushing himself to the point where his eyes went dark when he walked. When the clan leader found out, he was so angry that he pointed at his nose and scolded him.

No matter how much Zhang Benchu ​​pretended not to care, he would still pay attention to Zhang Benling's news from time to time.

Divination is the most brain-intensive, so he has always had the habit of using his salary to buy candies for Zhang Benling. After all, it is often brain-intensive, and eating some candies always makes one feel better.

After knowing Zhang Benling's self-disregarding behavior, he remained silent, went back and locked himself in the house for the whole day.

The next day, he went to Xuanlingtang before noon when it was busiest. Amidst the stunned gazes of those around him, he accepted the mission of prolonging the family line...

More than a year passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang Bencai, who took the mission at the same time as him and had been married for half a year, handed the newborn baby to the elder of the tribe, turned around, collected the mission reward and left.

Zhang Benchu ​​looked at the rumors in the family that had not yet been completely quelled, and then looked at Zhang Benling, who was much calmer than before. On the surface, he no longer cared about the rumors, but was actually still avoiding him.

After thinking about it, he finally went to the clan orphanage, claimed his cub, and took the child to his side to feed him after he was weaned, showing a rare fatherly attitude in the family.

The other members of the Zhang family were successfully misled by his behavior and thought that he had fallen in love with Zhang Bencai during their mission. The rumors between him and Zhang Benling were completely quelled, and the relationship between the two finally returned to normal.

Another twenty years passed. The patriarch of the "Zhi" generation was attacked by the golden dragon of Qin's destiny under the design of the sorcerer Xu Fu. He died two days after returning to the family.

The patriarch of the "Ben" generation who succeeded to the throne in front of the coffin was Zhang Benyi, who was not much older than them. Although he had great potential, he was able to take the position only with the help of his father and brothers.

Zhang Benling also went a step further and became the leader of the Gua Sect and the main Gua person based on his strength.

But before the power transfer in the family was completed, Gua Zong reported that there was a thousand-year-old snake in the western outer region, which wanted to transform into a dragon by walking on water. If it succeeded, all the people living along the river would suffer.

In order to further win over the hearts of the family and also for the sake of family responsibility, Zhang Benyi personally selected elite troops and led a team to kill the snake dragon.

Zhang Benling, the newly appointed head of the Gua Zong, read out a fortune and it was a minor bad omen, so he didn't care.

But within half a month, a message came back from an eagle, saying that an evil god was suspected to have descended to the Bushan Mountain. The clan leader ordered his troops to split into two groups and personally led the team to investigate.

Zhang Benling felt vaguely uneasy and consulted a fortune teller, but the will of heaven was chaotic and unpredictable, the mountains were high and the road was long, so he had no choice but to send someone to pick them up.

Another half month passed, and the clan leader's personal guards returned and announced that the clan leader would sacrifice himself on the altar.

All the information was kept secret, and the family only had to build a bronze door to trap the evil god.

The family was suddenly shrouded in a gloom. Just as they found out that it was the Wang family who was behind the incident, misfortunes came one after another.

Not long after, Zhang Benling received the news that the patrol team was surrounded and wiped out by the Wang family. He suddenly felt his eyes go dark and his ears were empty as if he could not hear any sound.

Jin Wen... Zhang Benchu ​​is still in the patrol team, and he is included in this mission!

Because the mission was basically harmless, he even brought along the child who had just turned 20, the child with the blood of his best friend.

Zhang Benling felt as if his heart was being cut out. He staggered and held onto the wooden table, unable to help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He wiped his red lips with the back of his hand tremblingly, then raised his eyes, which were as gloomy and fierce as a vulture's.

He wants the Wang family to pay the price!

After taking care of the funeral and handing over power to the main person of the "Xin" generation, he refused the identity of the clan elder. After reporting to the current clan leader, Zhang Benling led his men to launch a suicide attack on the Wang family, but was captured alive at a great cost as the other party was intentional.

Only then did he know that the Wang family wanted to use their people to experiment with the Seven-Star Life-Extending Soul-Guarding Formation, and that Zhang Benchu ​​and the child Benshan were also chosen with him.

After being fed the drug, Zhang Benling felt groggy and vaguely watched as Zhang Benchu ​​was first placed in a coffin, and then he was placed in another coffin.

The coffin lid was closed, and all the light disappeared. Zhang Benling stretched out his hand tremblingly in the direction he sensed, and finally placed it lightly on the wall of the coffin.

Zhang Benchu's tightly closed eyes moved uneasily. His mind, which was invaded by drugs, suddenly became clear for a moment, and he moved his lower lip slightly.

As if he knew what had happened while he was unconscious, he moved his arm to the side a little with difficulty, raised his index finger, and touched the cold coffin.

As if his soul was sensing something, Zhang Benling suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart. Overwhelming grievances, confusion, sadness, and regret instantly engulfed him.

Unknowingly, a tear slipped from the corner of my eye and sank into my hair.

In fact, he was just a coward who was afraid of other people's eyes. He had countless opportunities, but he could never say those words to that person.

I'm sorry, I love you...

Can you hear me?

"The furthest distance in the world is when two people know they love each other but cannot be together."

CP Extra: Lingchu-Love blooms in waiting

When they were sealed in coffins by the Wang family again, neither Zhang Benling nor Zhang Benchu ​​thought that they would ever see the light of day again alive.

When they were awakened by the new young patriarch opening their coffins, their first thought was shock.

The Wang family's patchwork method for breaking the formation actually worked? How could avoiding death and prolonging life be so simple? This simply defied common sense!

Later, Zhang Moyu inadvertently revealed that this was a gift from God.

Perhaps they should really thank God for letting them meet again.

Zhang Benchu ​​still remembered the rumors that had been circulating at home. The fact that he and Zhang Benling were soul-mates could not be changed, and it would be discovered by others sooner or later, but Zhang Benling cared a lot about the rumors speculating about their relationship.

In order to prevent his best friend from falling into the same predicament again, Zhang Benchu ​​felt that the two of them should not get too close in public.

The current young clan leader's skills are obviously still a little immature, and he needs someone to assist him. Although the elder Mo Yu is experienced and has a lot of experience in being a clan leader, he cannot take care of everything when manpower is limited.

Zhang Benling has a sharp mind, is thoughtful in his work, and has experience in managing Gua Zong, making him very suitable to help the patriarch find and fill in the gaps.

After careful consideration, Zhang Benchu ​​informed the clan leader that he planned to go abroad to develop business for the Zhang family.

In this era where collective strength is greater than individual force, the only way he could think of to rebuild his family's foundation was to quickly accumulate original capital with the help of the dark forces in overseas countries.

Then, with his extraordinary ability to deceive with words, he incited them to unite their faith.

The Zhang family itself is a kind of belief. As a member of the Zhang family who was raised by the family and has devoted his whole life to it, he naturally knows how powerful the power of pure belief is.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection. Zhang Benling did just as Zhang Benchu ​​had thought. While setting up a company to accumulate capital strength, he also took into account the situation of the clan leader and elders and served them at all times.

But one difference is that after experiencing the separation of life and death, Zhang Benling suddenly figured out a lot of things.

Buddha said there are seven sufferings in the world: birth, old age, sickness, death, meeting with enemies, separation from loved ones, and failure to obtain what one desires.

His personal experience shows that if some words are not spoken while one is alive, one will not be at peace even after death!

Besides, all the tribesmen he once knew have turned to ashes, and now there are only two or three cats and kittens left in the family, and they all seem to be familiar strangers. So what else does he have to worry about?

Zhang Benling wanted to be brave, but when he saw Zhang Benshan running around him and enthusiastically calling him "Uncle An Rong", the courage in his heart suddenly deflated like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle.

After she rejected Zhang Benchu's confession, he married someone else and had a child. He never behaved inappropriately again and was very caring towards the child.

He was not sure whether Zhang Benchu ​​still had any special feelings for him. If not, wouldn't it be ill-intentioned and self-indulgent of him to confess his feelings to him rashly?

Zhang Benling, who had a very strong self-esteem, was torn between his conscience and his conscience, and finally chose to use indirect and subtle inducements.

He had to first see what Zhang Benchu ​​felt, and then decide whether to be sincere or admit that he had missed that relationship.

From that day on, Zhang Benling quietly changed into women's clothes. At first, he wore them for leisure time and for himself. Later, he started wearing various beautiful skirts and wearing his beautiful long black hair to go to work.

Looking at the partners pretending to be gentlemen during business talks, and seeing how they were easily robbed of their homes due to their disdain for women, Zhang Benling suddenly realized that there was great potential in the business of cheating people by wearing women's clothing!

So I decisively changed my excuse of liking pretty skirts to sacrificing my appearance for the benefit of my family. Suddenly, I felt that my behavior had become much more noble.

Just as he expected, his behavior of wearing women's clothes all day long eventually reached Zhang Benchu's ears.

That day, Zhang Benchu ​​was silent for a long time when he was talking to him on the phone.

All sorts of random thoughts flashed through Zhang Benling's mind. He silently counted his heartbeats, not knowing what to say.

It was not until his secretary knocked on the door that he was surprised to find that the two of them had been talking on the phone in silence for almost an hour.

Zhang Benchu ​​just said that he would return to China after he finished dealing with things over there, and then hung up the phone.

Only Zhang Benling was left excited, silently covering his chest.

This means... he still likes me, right?

With a stiff smile on his lips, Zhang Benling showed an expression that seemed to be both laughing and crying.

He knew that Zhang Benchu ​​had given up too much for him, including his emotional attachment and his family position.

The man locked up his own throbbing and let him go away, using his own future to pave the way for his future.

From the past till now, it had always been Zhang Benchu ​​who had been accommodating him, and he had never looked back...

A week later, Zhang Benchu ​​returned from abroad, exhausted, and brought back with him the pastry chef he had hired from abroad at a high price.

Zhang Benchu ​​spoke tentatively, saying that he wanted to find a quiet place to live. The resonance between their souls made them always think alike.

Zhang Benling understood the elegant meaning of the music and took him directly to a small villa he bought, where there were only the two of them.

When Zhang Benling drove her back, his hands were sweating as he held the steering wheel. He had never been so nervous even when he was competing for the leadership of Gua Sect.

"It's been a while since we've sat together and talked properly. Since we have some free time today, why don't you do me the honor of having a drink together?"

Following his sixth sense, Zhang Benchu ​​took out a few bottles of wine from the wine cabinet with ease, as if he were at home.

"Okay, that's exactly what I meant."

Zhang Benling used to think that alcohol would numb his brain and interfere with his fortune-telling and arithmetic, so he never drank a drop of alcohol.

But people say that alcohol makes cowards braver. Today is a little special, so it seems like a good idea to drink some wine.

Zhang Benchu ​​looked at Zhang Benling, who was wearing a red gauze dress that made her look particularly charming and gorgeous, and inexplicably felt that today was a good day to have what Westerners called a candlelight dinner.

But after thinking about it, they felt that Western rituals were not suitable for the Zhang family, so they finally chose to have two people, one bottle each, and drink from the bottles in a bold manner.

There wasn't much wine in the house, so the two men finished it quickly. The two pretending to be drunk got closer and closer as they drank more.

"Jin Wen... do you still like me?"

Zhang Benling knew that Zhang Benchu ​​was not drunk either, so he just slumped down, raised one hand to hold his waist, rested his forehead on his collarbone, lowered his head deeply, and only dared to hug him gently.

Zhang Benchu ​​chuckled twice, and Zhang Benling, who was very close to him, could feel the vibration of his chest.

"You know, the initiative has always been in your hands."

"I want to hear your answer."

"We grew up together. I know you're sensitive and changeable, strong-willed but always lacking in confidence. Although you're considerate, you're timid by nature and don't want to cause trouble. You like to stay in your comfort zone, clinging to one place, and you're obsessed with controlling things. You're afraid of things that are no longer within your control..."

Zhang Benchu ​​detailed his shortcomings one by one, and he talked so much that Zhang Benling's expression gradually darkened.

The uneasiness in his heart disappeared inexplicably, and now he just wanted to slap this person!

"The most important thing is that he still holds grudges!"

After saying the last sentence, Zhang Benchu ​​smiled and stretched out his hands, holding his face as if it were a treasure, and looked at Zhang Benling, who was looking at him in a bad mood at the moment.

"But there's nothing I can do. I just like you like this..."

Zhang Benling was silent for a moment, then sneered, threw him down on the sofa, and spoke viciously.

"You already know everything. I love to hold grudges. Don't think that I can forgive you just because you say you like me!"

Zhang Benchu ​​raised his eyebrows with interest, but did not struggle. Instead, he hooked his finger at him and spoke provocatively.

"Come on if you're capable. Let me see your strength. I'll give you a chance. Face me head-on!"

As soon as he said this reckless words, Zhang Benling blushed instantly.

Even if you have a straightforward personality, you can't... say that!

"You're just talking nonsense, An Rong, are you a silver spear with a wax head?"

Zhang Benchu ​​said this in a low voice, which successfully made Zhang Benling furious and he started to tear his clothes.

"Ha! Go ahead! Be careful or I'll make you cry and call for your daddy!"

"If I hadn't cried, you would be my son!"

"I fucking…"

CP Extra: Lingyu-Whose rebellious clan leader is this?

This year marks the fourth year since the revival of spiritual energy. With the joint efforts of the Zhang family and the national government, some matters related to cultivation have gradually been revealed to the public.

For example, the previous sets of national radio gymnastics for middle-aged and young people have now been replaced by the national basic training methods for middle-aged and young people.

The park is not only home to elderly people practicing Tai Chi, but also to middle-aged bald bosses and passionate young people practicing Tai Chi.

However, the lack of spiritual energy also brought some minor troubles. For example, many people abroad protested, asking why China had methods of cultivation while they did not!

For foreigners, Chinese is the most difficult language to learn in the world, and it is extremely difficult for them to learn it by themselves.

Other countries also wanted their entire populations to practice cultivation, but they had nothing in their heads, so they could only try hard to localize the stolen classical Chinese cultivation texts.

Well...there is zero progress so far, which is good news!

Also, as individual power gradually increases, it is inevitable that some people will want to challenge the collective power.

The country had taken precautions against this a long time ago, and in the past few years, it shamelessly dragged the Zhang family members to provide special training for their army.

Not only did they consult with talented people on martial arts, personal self-control, perseverance training, medicinal bath and diet therapy, camouflage and concealment, they even invited Zhang Ben'an, the chief instructor of the Zhang family who specialized in training.

Apart from anything else, when it comes to training and cultivating talents, the Zhang family has it all figured out!

In order to further prevent some cultivation geniuses in society from losing themselves due to the growth of power, dreaming of being the protagonist, and disrupting social order.

In addition to the state-exclusive armed personnel, the Zhang family also took the initiative to appear in public after negotiating the division of power and interests.

A hidden behemoth shocked the whole world when it appeared.

Although some senior officials vaguely sensed that the Zhang family was the Changsheng family and were salivating over their secrets, no one dared to actually take action.

Because the Zhang family has three people who can influence the world's situation, they are all bigwigs in the world.

Zhang Benchu, who promoted religion in foreign countries and almost controlled the politics of other countries.

Zhang Zhiyi, who has built a new country abroad and owns not only oil and gold mines but also many special mineral veins, is suspected of having no bottom line and may develop biological and chemical weapons against other countries.

Zhang Benling, who accounts for half of China's foreign trade exports, has a huge influence in China's domestic network and physical industries, and possesses world-class network information technology.

With the Zhang family having such background power, if they take action and leave even the slightest clue, they will be met with endless and overwhelming revenge!

Don’t ask them how they knew it. Someone secretly released it. They have heard about the whole process of the Wang family from prosperity to destruction!

They sorted out several pieces of information from it. The Zhang family likes to play the pig and eat the tiger. They don't get angry easily, but once they get angry, they will kill the whole family. They have a strong sense of revenge!

So the best they could do was to send their professionally trained beautiful agents to use some seductive tactics to try to bring back the Zhang family's DNA.

Even many large families with a long-term vision on the international rich list have released their outstanding heirs to try to have a flash marriage with the Zhang family.

For a family like theirs, researching immortality is one thing, but bringing people back to improve their family's bloodline is more important!

Who wouldn't want a stable genetic gene, good looks, high IQ, high physical fitness, and a suspected bloodline of immortality?

And as the patriarch of the Zhang family.

Zhang Qiling, who has a huge family fortune, holds great power, is handsome, has a good figure, keeps himself clean, and has a high level of cultivation at a young age, became the most popular man to marry on the Internet once he was exposed.

Moreover, he topped the entire network voting with a huge gap, and the votes of the other top 50 combined were not as many as his!

Zhang Qiling didn't care much at first, but as his identity and appearance were exposed, all kinds of troubles of becoming a world superstar came one after another. The main trouble was his increasingly prosperous romantic luck.

The most important thing is that sometimes he can't hide!

After the Zhang family was exposed, he had to step forward on certain matters that only senior officials could decide. Even if he was just a mascot accompanying the team, he had to give face to those heads of state or the financial tycoons behind the scenes.

Whenever he goes out, he always encounters a few bad love interests, which makes him very distressed.

There is also Zhang Moyu who wants him to get married and have children as soon as possible and tries every means to urge him to get married every day, which makes him very helpless.

It's not some old-fashioned nonsense like "I predicted that you'll fall in love today and you'll meet your soulmate soon."

He just complained pitifully that there were not enough people in the family, and that the elders of other generations were busy taking care of the children, and it would be difficult for him, an elder, to raise children. How much he wanted to enjoy a wonderful retirement life surrounded by his children and grandchildren.

Zhang Qiling's ears are getting calluses from listening to it every day.

In the past, he was very respectful to Zhang Moyu and listened carefully to every word he said. Now, he wanted to escape as soon as Zhang Moyu opened his mouth. When he heard the familiar voice, his eyes would stare blankly and his mind would wander.

After running into him a few times, Hei Xia Zi even joined in the fun and mocked Zhang Qiling for being a wandering orphan for so many years. After a hundred years, he finally experienced the feeling that every young person would experience, which was being urged to get married by their elders!

Zhang Qiling just stared at Hei Xia Zi silently, then turned around and reminded Zhang Moyu indirectly.

Zhang Moyu understood immediately, and then began to arrange Hei Xia Zi's marriage with consideration.

Black Blind Man who received the same marriage-urging package...

I stopped laughing instantly!

I didn’t expect that I would see it on myself while watching the fun!

Zhang Qiling looked at the black blind man who had brought trouble upon himself, and felt a little gloating in his heart.

But Hei Xia Zi just couldn't bear to see his brother being so proud. Seeing this, his eyes rolled and a crooked idea instantly popped up in his mind.

He found the perfect moment, by a beautiful, romantic lake, dotted with stars and filled with dancing fireflies! Witnessed by the tribesmen strolling around at night! Right before Zhang Qiling's eyes! He feigned shyness, yet seemed serious, as he confessed his feelings to Zhang Moyu...

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Zhang Moyu, with a confused and shocked expression, stood in the center of the chaos, his face turning pale and blue.

Next to him, Zhang Qiling calmly said "Draw your sword", then picked up the sword and chased and slashed at the evil-minded madman.

Zhang Molan seemed to be out with his little apprentice and pretending to pass by, but in fact it was not an accidental encounter. He clenched his fists and was ready to have a real man-to-man, flesh-to-flesh duel with Hei Xia Zi.

Liu Shang thought about the loss he had suffered at the hands of Hei Xia Zi. While cheering for his master in his heart, he hypocritically spoke Cha Cha's words, trying to add fuel to the fire.

Zhang Hailou and Zhang Haike tried to stop the fight with bad intentions, and they kept shouting, "Stop, stop, you won't kill anyone like this."

Xie Yuchen stood at the edge of the battlefield, took out a handful of game coins from his arms, and started gambling with a few Xiao Zhangs on the spot.

The final result was that Hei Xia Zi had multiple fractures on his body, was wrapped like a mummy, and was lying in a private hospital.

Due to the continued hatred from the clan leader and elders and too many variables, the recuperation period is expected to be at least half a year.

Zhang Moyu finally comforted himself. Hei Xia Zi was just a little naughty, and confessing his feelings to him was just asking for trouble.

After urging Zhang Moyu to get married again, Zhang Qiling stared at Zhang Moyu silently, and said the same words as Hei Xia Zi in response to his puzzled gaze.

Zhang Moyu's brain suddenly crashed, and only one thought kept flashing in his mind: the clan leader confessed to him!

The patriarch and him?

Confession!!!

Numb from shock, Zhang Moyu couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. After coming to his senses, he took a deep breath and pressed the buckle of his belt with one hand.

With a light click, the lock was unlocked. Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment, then he felt the tips of his ears getting hot and his face turned red uncontrollably.

Although he knew that the orders of their Zhang family leader were above all else, the clan elder...actually, he didn't have to be so obedient to the clan leader in this matter.

And Bai Rixuan... not good~

Although he had never cared much about love and had never thought about finding a partner, if it was Zhang Moyu, he didn't want to refuse...

Zhang Moyu had a calm expression and moved quickly. He pulled out his belt and swung it in the air with a slight snapping sound.

"You like me, right?"

With a "snap" sound, the belt hit Zhang Qiling directly, and Zhang Qiling was whipped hard.

"You can't love me enough, right?"

"Snap" another whip came, Zhang Qiling tried to dodge, but failed, and tried to explain.

"Wait, elder, I..."

"How dare you confess your feelings to me! You're simply rebelling against the Heavenly Gang! Are you itching for trouble, little brat? You think I won't dare to hit you just because you're the clan leader!"

"Snap" another whip filled with anger hit Zhang Qiling's buttocks accurately as he dodged left and right, making him realize that in terms of fighting skills, the old ones are still the best.

"You've grown so arrogant! If a tiger doesn't show its might, you'd think I was Hello Kitty! Today I'm going to teach you what it means to respect the elderly and love the young!"

Zhang Moyu, whose whole body seemed to be wrapped in a dark aura, stroked the belt in his hand and showed a condescending and cruel smile.

In the end, Zhang Qiling limped back to his bedroom.

It is said that on that day, someone reported losing a belt, two feather dusters, a broom and three mobile phone chargers...

Final remarks and new book preview

This is the second book I signed, and the data is much better than the first one.

I know that many of my book friends caught up with me when I published my book, waiting day after day. Thank you all for your support!

There are also many book friends who will leave many messages in the paragraph reviews. After I finish updating every day, I will turn to the previous day's update and read the messages. I feel very happy.

To be honest, I'm not afraid of being laughed at. I almost regard the names of some lovely book friends as landmarks of novel chapters. It's a bit embarrassing to say it.

I felt uncomfortable if I didn't see any comments in the updated chapter for a day. Later, when I was stuck and hadn't updated for a while, I felt uneasy and depressed when I didn't see any comments after a few chapters, worried that the author had run away.

I won’t thank you all by name here, thank you all for your company over the past year!

Now let me give you a little easter egg. Please welcome the protagonists of this book to give you their blessings!

[“Is the camera on?”

"Come here and stand still, Xiao Hei, don't move..."

After a period of chaos, Zhang Moyu stood in the center with a smile on his face, and Zhang Qiling and others stood beside him in a row obediently.

"Good evening everyone, I am Zhang Moyu from the Qilin Zhang family..."

Before I finished introducing myself, the black bear who couldn't contain himself came over.

"The world consciousness says they know our story, what else is there to introduce? I'll just say hi~, hello wives!"

When Hei Xiazi heard that he had a large group of female fans, he raised his eyebrows at the camera and blew a kiss to her.

"Hey~ You're so greasy."

Wuxie disdainfully pushed away the blind man who was blocking his camera, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and smiled gently and politely.

"Hello everyone, I heard that you all call me the Evil Emperor in the parallel world. In my world, my pen name is the Evil Emperor. It's a pity that I can't transfer items across dimensions, otherwise I could send you my autographed books."

Wuxie looked regretful, while Hei Xiazi was making jokes beside him.

"If they could teleport across dimensions, they would definitely prefer to receive antique gold and silver RMB."

"Heiye, what nonsense are you talking about! Are our book friends such materialistic people?"

Fatty Wang put on a serious face and pointed at Hei Xia Zi. Then he seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he turned around and pulled Jie Yuchen over.

"Speaking of money, our God of Wealth is here!"

Xie Yuchen smiled subtly, bowed to the camera, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"I won't say anything else. I, Xie Yuchen, wish you all good fortune and prosperity every day!"

Zhang Qiling looked at the camera that turned around, his expression became solemn and serious. He bowed and followed behind to offer his blessings.

"I wish you good health and peace."

Zhang Moyu smiled and earnestly imparted his life philosophy.

"If you want to live longer, don't be angry all the time. As a human being, happiness is the most important thing. There is always a way out when you reach the mountain, and even if you spend a lot of money, you will get it back.

Pay attention to cultivating your mindset, be flexible, exercise diligently, and love yourselves well!"

Fatty Wang nodded frantically, holding the camera in both hands, and gave earnest advice.

"That's right, you young people must remember that your body is the capital of revolution!

Don’t be like that brat Tian Zhen, who couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night and got up to write, then slept all night the next day and got up at noon to eat breakfast. That’s not good for your health!

He even said that as long as he stayed up all night, it didn't count as staying up late. Tsk, what's wrong with him? He's just spoiled him! How can he cultivate immortality by not sleeping at night?

Being called out by Fatty Wang without any hesitation, Cricket Wu Xie smiled awkwardly, knowing that he was doing it for his own good and could only bear it.

"Well... I just wish you all to study hard and make progress every day.

To everyone who is studying, taking the postgraduate entrance exam, or taking the civil service exam, I wish you all the best in your exams, all your guesses correct, and may the literary world flourish!"

Wuxie gave the camera a thumbs up, then gave his position to Hei Xia Zi.

Hei Xia Zi curled his lips into a smile, leaned close to the camera and spoke in a very low voice.

"You've already received blessings for health, money, and career, so why are you kidding me? I'm just here to wish you to find a boyfriend as handsome as me, Hei Ye. Of course, if you don't like my type, just ignore what I said.

We have other handsome men and beautiful women in our Zhang family, but it’s a pity that you can only look at them but not eat them. Oh no, it seems that you can’t see them either, hey~ that’s such a pity~”

After his usual rude behavior, Hei Xia Zi made a prayer gesture and said something very quickly that had to be played in slow motion to be understood.

"I wish you all can find a partner that satisfies you. I wish all lesbians can find a partner with a big penis and good sexual performance, and all gay men can find a partner with a big penis and good sexual performance."

Facing the curious gazes of the others, Hei Xia Zi patted his clothes seriously and made way with a smile.

Zhang Moyu stepped forward to say his final goodbye.

"All good things must come to an end. The intersection of our two worlds is about to end. We will continue to live well in a place where you can't see us.

I also hope that you can live happily every day even in a place where we can’t see you. May you be well for the rest of your life.”