Zhang Yuanqing stole two bottles of good wine from Fu Qingyang's cupboard, took a piece of high-end ham from the kitchen, and took a box of premium Cuban cigars from Lingjun's room.

I stole Fu Qingyang’s cigars last time, and it’s not easy to catch Mr. Qian and keep stealing them.

He returned to his villa, asked the Queen for the car keys, and set off alone.

What he was about to do next was not suitable for leading teammates, even Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing's hometown is in a rural area in the far suburbs of Songfu. At that time, Songhai City had not yet become the financial capital of the country and a first-class metropolis.

The pride of Songfu people is still there. When talking about Songhai next door, they habitually raise their chins and say:

Back then, Songhai was a small fishing village, deserted and belonging to the rural area of ​​our Songfu.

Now Songfu is just a district of Songhai, and it is far away from the prosperous area.

Zhang Yuanqing drove the white car through the busy streets, turned onto the Outer Ring Expressway, and half an hour later, left the city and entered the Sheling Tunnel.

Unlike the Sheling Tunnel in the spiritual world, the real Sheling Tunnel has a clean and smooth asphalt road, and the xenon lamps on the top of the tunnel are bright and white.

The traffic coming and going passes through it, and there is no horror or weird atmosphere.

Amid the gentle noise of the wheels rolling over the asphalt road, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but recall the fear and anxiety he felt when he first entered the spiritual realm, and for a moment he was filled with emotion.

Time flies, and now he has

Bah, it's only been four months, it's not time for me to reminisce about the past.' Zhang Yuanqing muttered inwardly, cut off his scattered thoughts, and concentrated on driving.

Another twenty minutes later, he arrived at his father's hometown, Ji'an Village."

Oh no, it’s called Ji’an Community now.

Zhang Yuanqing hadn't been here for many years. The rural area he had in mind was no longer there. Brand new villas and residential buildings had sprung up. The streets were full of shops, and the scene was full of flowers and brocade.

elephant.

He remembered that everyone's house was a red brick building facing south, with a corridor on each floor. When it rained heavily in the summer, the corridor would be wetted by the rain.

After his father passed away, his mother took him back to Songhai. A few years later, Ji'an Village was demolished.

My mother didn't want the house, but used the compensation money and the savings from working for a few years to buy a large flat in Kangyang District.

Although Zhang Yuanqing did not live the life of a second-generation renter, the large flat in his home is now worth 40 million yuan.

Zhang Yuanqing surveyed the completely changed village while recalling his family history. His father, Zhang Zizhen, was the only son in the family. It was said that his grandmother fell seriously ill the year after he was born and could no longer have children.

So my father became an only child, which was very rare at that time.

When this only child was ten years old, his grandfather died when a frenzied ox pierced his lung while working in a production team.

My grandmother supported the family by herself, and died of illness from overwork before my father came of age.

So Zhang Yuanqing has no uncles or aunts.

My grandfather had several brothers and sisters, but they either married far away and cut off contact, or went abroad for political reasons and basically no longer kept in touch.

The closest blood relative Zhang Yuanqing could find was his father Zhang Zizhen's great uncle, who was his great grandfather's younger brother.

He parked the car on the side of the road, followed his childhood memories, and returned to the "village" where he used to live. On the busy roadside, he caught a gray-haired, leisurely old lady and asked in Songfu dialect:

'Where does Zhang Guojun live now?

Aunt Zhang Guojun was stunned for several seconds and didn't react for a while, "I don't know him."

"You are from Ji'an Village, right? How could you not recognize him? Zhang Guojun, he is from your father's generation." After all, it was too long ago, Zhang Yuanqing reminded.

The old lady then realized that there was such an elder in the village before, and looked at the young man in front of her in surprise:

'You looking for him? He's been dead for many years.

I am his relative, and he is my father's great uncle.' Zhang Yuanqing explained.

It turned out to be one of our own... The old lady felt very friendly and pointed behind her, saying:

'His son lives in Building 18, 207, 208, 209. They live there too, but they rent out 207, 208, 209. Alas, his son died of cancer a few years ago. You have to find his grandson.

go.'

After saying that, the aunt asked tentatively: "Who is your father?"

'My father is Zhang Zizhen.

The old lady said with a strong "Oh" and gritted her teeth:

'You are Zhang Zizhen's son. Let me think... I remember, didn't your mother remarry with you?

"She didn't remarry. My mother took me back to her parents' home." Zhang Yuanqing thought that although he didn't remember, his aunt was from the same village as mine, so he asked about his father, so he said:

'Do you remember my father?'

"Who doesn't remember that little liar? He said he was the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei and he told fortunes all over the village to cheat people out of money." The old lady gnashed her teeth again:

'Back then, he lied to me and said that my house had bad feng shui and there were evil spirits, so my wife's toes hurt, it was because a ghost had hugged her feet, and she needed to be irrigated with his boy's urine for 49 days, at two cents a day.

'Later, the pain became unbearable, so I went to the hospital and found out it was gout. The little bastard made my wife smell like urine every day. Everyone in the village was deceived by him.

Some people are dead, but they are still alive in other people's hearts, and I get so angry every time I think of them.

It's all in the past, let the past go with the wind... Zhang Yuanqing said hurriedly:

"Auntie, please go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you any more."

Escape in a hurry.

After returning to the car, Zhang Yuanqing took out the gift he had picked up and went to the street to buy a bag of fruit and two packs of cigarettes. He followed the direction the old lady pointed and found Room 207, Building 18.

Ding Dong!!!

He rang the doorbell.

After a while, the security door opened, and behind the door was a middle-aged man in his forties, who was slightly overweight and had puffy eye bags. He looked at the stranger at the door and asked:

'Who are you looking for?'

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the middle-aged man, trying to remember his face, but he had no memory of it at all.

"I am Zhang Zizhen's son, Zhang Yuanqing." He introduced himself.

"Zizhen's son..." The middle-aged man was obviously stunned, and then his face suddenly became excited, surprised and delighted, and said:

'You are so old now? Come on, come in and sit down. Come in and sit down.

Zhang Yuanqing came into the living room carrying a lot of gifts, sat down on the sofa and said:

'Uncle, no need to pour water, I'll just sit for a while and leave.

At the same time, he introduced the gifts he brought, such as whiskey worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, a limited edition Cohiba worth 5,000 yuan, and a ham worth 30,000 or 40,000 yuan.

"Why bring such an expensive gift? How can I accept it?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

"My mother made some money speculating in real estate, so she asked me to come and see you. I'm going abroad at the end of the year, and you'll have to take care of my father's grave from now on. Go visit him during the Qingming Festival to keep him from being lonely."

Zhang Yuanqing lies without hesitation.

The middle-aged man reluctantly accepted it and said with emotion:

'Go abroad, it's good to go abroad. Nowadays, all the rich people want to go abroad. Alas, your mother took you back to her parents' home, but she left for more than ten years and never came back to visit. But there is really nothing to see here, and Zizhen has no brothers or sisters here!

After a chat, Zhang Yuanqing learned that the uncle's name was Zhang Zitao, and he was his father's distant cousin.

"I heard from my mother that he stayed in a Taoist temple when he was a child?" Zhang Yuanqing began to inquire about his father's past.

He returned to his hometown this time mainly to find out two things: the truth behind his father's death and the truth behind his enemies'

Zhang Zitao heard this and fell into memories. He nodded and said:

'Yes, I did. Life was very difficult at that time. My uncle passed away early, and Zizhen was weak when he was young. Your grandmother was afraid that she couldn't support him, so she sent him to a Taoist temple. There was a Taoist temple near the village at that time. I remember it was called Xiaoyao Temple.

'The Taoist priests there specialize in handling funerals for the village and are also barefoot doctors.

Xiaoyao Temple? ? I seem to know the origin of the name of the "Xiaoyao" organization... Zhang Yuanqing got to the point and asked:

"My mother said that my great uncle buried my father after he had a car accident. Where did he have the accident?"

Since my father couldn't have died in a car accident, there was no such thing as a car accident, and there certainly wasn't one at the crime scene. As the undertaker, my great uncle at least knew how Zhang Zizhen died.

Zhang Zitao shook his head: "I was working away from home at the time, so I don't remember much. I just remember my dad saying that your grandpa was called over by your mom, and when he came back, he notified the family to hold a funeral for Zizhen, saying that he had been in a car accident."

It turned out to be the case. I said it couldn't be a car accident. The car that could kill a top master must be at least a demigod-level car.

A doubt in Zhang Yuanqing's mind was answered.

When he found out that his father was acquainted with the zoo spirit, he suspected that his father did not die in a car accident!

After gathering information from the past few days, I learned that the Xiaoyao Organization existed, and I became even more unconvinced.

Now that my great uncle has passed away, if I want to know the real cause of my father's death, I have to find my mother who is far away abroad. But if what the Palace Master said is true, then my mother may not know the real cause of my father's death.

Because I just had a premonition of his death and was mentally prepared.

"I met an old lady on the way here. She said my father used to cheat people in the village. He must have a lot of enemies. Where did he work before?" Zhang Yuanqing joked.

Asked about the old days in a tone of voice.

This is the second purpose of coming here today.

"Enemy? ? ? He used to be quite good at lying, but that was when he was a kid, and everyone felt sorry for his life, so they just lied and gave him a meal, so how could he be an enemy?"

Zhang Zitao waved his hands and said, "After he married your mother, he became more stable and never cheated anyone again. As for work, I don't remember clearly, but he was often not at home. I couldn't find him every two or three days. I even advised him to

I told her that I had to keep a close eye on my wife. How could I leave her alone at home all the time? Your mother was very beautiful when she was young.

My dad is probably busy killing overlords and completing dungeons every day. Zhang Yuanqing asked:

'After my father got married, did he always live in the village? Did he ever take my mother away?'

He wanted to know if his father had ever escaped and if so, when did it happen?

Zhang Zitao thought about it and shook his head, "It seems not!"

The two chatted for a while. Zhang Yuanqing didn't get any valuable clues and was a little disappointed, but he was unwilling to go back like this.

Think again, think again about what to ask, what small details are useful to me, and Uncle Zitao knows them. He actively uses his brain! Uncle Zitao is an ordinary person, even if my father has an enemy, he will not tell him, and he was not in the village when my father died.

My great uncle passed away, and so did his son. All the people before him are gone, so it's hard to check.

Zhang Yuanqing sighed inwardly, smiled curiously, and said

'What skills did my father learn in the Taoist temple? Does he really know magic? ? '

He planned to first find out when his father became a spirit traveler. Judging from Zhang Zizhen's character as everyone knew it, he had been a charlatan for most of his life, and suddenly one day he became a night wandering god and really gained the super power to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. He would definitely be eager to prove to everyone that he really had the ability!

Casual cultivators have always lacked vigilance in this regard.'

Zhang Zitao laughed and said, "How could he know any magic? He just did odd jobs in the Taoist temple, practiced a few tricks, and then followed the Taoist priests to handle funerals and see patients.

Alas, it was a wasted trip. Zhang Yuanqing stood up with a disappointed look on his face and said:

'Uncle, I'll go back first.

Zhang Zitao persuaded him to stay: "Why don't you stay for lunch?"

"No, I have classes in the afternoon, and I won't be able to go back after lunch." Zhang Yuanqing refused.

Zhang Zitao did not insist and sent him out. Before leaving, Zhang Yuanqing thought of another question and said:

'Why didn't my father inherit the Taoist temple? Being a barefoot doctor and doing funerals can make a living, which is better than cheating people.

"It seems that it was destroyed when feudal superstition was being eradicated. Your father had nowhere to go, so he could only cheat people in the village." Zhang Zitao said:

'That Taoist temple was a bit superstitious. He stayed there for more than a year, and he kept saying that he was the descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect, saying that the Xiaoyao Sect was a sect passed down from ancient times. When we were playing together, he even said that he wanted to take me in as a handyman and asked me to give him new clothes and shoes as a gift.

'Every time he says that, I beat him up!'

Passed down from ancient times? Zhang Yuanqing was startled and stopped abruptly, speaking in a somewhat anxious tone:

'A sect handed down from ancient times? What do you mean, uncle? Please explain clearly.

Zhang Zitao didn't understand why his nephew was so anxious all of a sudden, and laughed:

'Who still remembers this? It's been decades.

'Uncle, I will be going abroad at the end of the year, and I don't know when I will come back. I won't be able to hear about my father's past. Please think about it.

Zhang Zitao frowned, thought for a while, and said helplessly:

'He said that he read in the ancient books of Xiaoyao Temple that the end of the world is coming soon. The end of the world has already happened once in ancient times! Xiaoyao Sect was the sect that survived that time.

'He also said that he would find a way to save the world, and if I didn't want to die, I should give him new clothes and new shoes... That's about it, I really can't remember it, I just remember his original intention at that time.

The flowery words are just reciting things from books.

No way... Zhang Yuanqing was silent, thinking for a long time, and said:

Uncle, can my dad draw talismans?

Zhang Zitao nodded, "Aren't Taoist priests just drawing talismans?"

"Do you remember what talisman my father drew?"

'I don't remember.

Let’s go inside first!

The two returned to the house. Under Zhang Zitao's blank gaze, Zhang Yuanqing found a ballpoint pen and a piece of white paper in the living room and drew a corpse-suppressing talisman with his pen.

A talisman to suppress corpses that only looks similar but has no spiritual power!

Zhang Zitao stared at it for a few seconds, then slapped his thigh:

"Yes, yes, yes, it's this kind of talisman, very strange, so he taught you."

Huadu, Wanbao House.

A young man wearing big shorts, a black T-shirt and flip-flops walked into a small shop that, in the eyes of ordinary people, had been closed for many years.

The young man, wearing a cap and a mask, slowly scanned the cluttered store and finally stopped at the cash register.

On the soft chair behind the cashier counter, there lies a charming and lazy mature woman, holding a cigar in her hand, with a lazy look between her eyebrows, like a lazy visitor playing in the world.

The young man came closer and stared at the woman. Under his cap, a pair of dark and crazy eyes appeared. He said:

'I heard that your place is the largest intelligence distribution center in the south and has the largest black market. Is that it?

Lian Sanyue raised her eyelids and looked at him: "Buy props, materials, or information."

There was madness in the young man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

I want to buy intelligence, all the major branches across the country, and the distribution list of Taiyi Sect's Night Wanderers.'

Lian Sanyue said:

"I have a rule that I don't sell information that is unfavorable to the authorities. This is the basis for the shop to continue to operate. But you can go to the black market and find someone to trade with yourself. Do you have a hand card?"

No!!'

'One hundred thousand a piece.

'No money!'

'If you don't have money, get out, you lonely ghost.

"You can tell that I am taking over someone else's body. You are worthy of being the master." The young man said, his expression still crazy, like a madman who could lose control at any time.

He took a bead from his pocket and put it on the cash register

'I'll mortgage it to you. I'll come to collect it in three days.

The light of the beads flows, presenting a series of dreamlike pictures.

Lian Sanyue picked up the bead, examined it for a few seconds, and said, "Saint quality, dream bead, worth about 20 million, deal."

She opened the cashier's cabinet and took out a hand card and crushed it.

In a flash, the young man saw the small shop turned into a big market.

Lian Sanyue beckoned a tall and strong man and said:

'Give me a sign with the list of Taiyi Sect's Night Walkers across the country, and put it at booth number six.

After the strong man left his job, she glanced at the young man, threw him a mask, and said:

'I am just an intermediary market here, I am not responsible for your safety. If you are targeted by official walkers, you will be fine here. Once you leave, life and death are up to fate.

The young man grinned and said:

'Target me? I wish I could.

Lian Sanyue bit his cigar, twisted his butt, and walked away.

The young man immediately sat down at booth number six and waited patiently.

Soon, a man in a black robe and a mask came over and said in a hoarse voice:

"You want a list of the Night Wanderers of Taiyi Sect? Taiyi Sect has recently recalled most of the Night Wanderers, and there are not many left outside. I happen to have a list. Five million, I'll give it to you."

The young man was silent for a few seconds, then laughed strangely: "How can I believe you?"

'The owner of the Wanbao House can verify the authenticity.'

"Deal!!!" The young man nodded, his eyes filled with madness under the mask, and said:

"There are no such coincidences in the world. You came here on purpose to give me the list. You can figure out my schedule. The person behind you is not simple!"

The man in black robe laughed hoarsely, worthy of being the head of Chunyang Sect, who was very observant.

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