Spirit Walker

Zhang Yuanqing stole two bottles of fine wine from Fu Qingyang's cabinet, ordered a high-end ham from the kitchen, and found a box of Cuban cigars from Lingjun's room.

The last time I stole Fu Qingyang's cigar, it was hard to catch Qian Gongzi and keep licking it.

Return to his villa, ask the queen for the car keys, and set off alone.

What he is going to do next is not suitable for taking teammates, even Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing's hometown was in the countryside in the outskirts of Songfu. At that time, Songhai City had not yet become a national financial capital and a super-first-class metropolis.

The pride of Songfu people is still there. When referring to Songhai next door, they habitually raised their chin and said:

Back then, Songhai was a small fishing village, and it belonged to the countryside in our Songfu area.

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

Zhang Yuanqing drove a white car through the bustling street, turned into the outer ring elevated, and left the city half an hour later and entered the Sheling Tunnel.

Different from the Sheling Tunnel in the spiritual realm, in the real Sheling Tunnel, the asphalt road is clean and smooth, and the xenon lamp at the top of the tunnel is white and bright.

The traffic coming and going passes through it, without the slightest horror and strange atmosphere.

In the slight noise of the wheels running over the asphalt road, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help thinking of the fear and anxiety when he first entered the spiritual realm, and for a while he was filled with emotion.

Time flies, time flies, and now he has

Bah, it's only been four months, and it's not time for me to recall the past.\' Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart, cutting off his scattered thoughts, and concentrated on driving.

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

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

Zhang Yuanqing has not been here for many years. The countryside in his impression is no longer there. Brand-new villas and residential buildings are rising. The streets are full of shops, and the scenery is full of flowers.

elephant.

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

After his father died, his mother took him back to Songhai, and within a few years, Ji'an Village was demolished.

My mother didn't want the house, she replaced it with compensation money, plus the savings she had saved from working in the past few years, she bought a large flat in Kangyang District.

Although Zhang Yuanqing did not live a second-generation life in a rent-collected house, the large flat at home is now worth 40 million yuan.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the unrecognizable village while recalling his family background. His father, Zhang Zizhen, was the only son in the family. It is said that the second year after his grandmother gave birth to him, he was seriously ill and could no longer bear children.:

So the father became a rare only child at the time.

When the only son was ten years old, his grandfather was working with the production team when he was crushed to his lungs by a mad cow and died.

Grandma took care of the family by herself. Before her father became an adult, she became ill from overwork and passed away.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing has no uncles and uncles, nor aunts.

There were several brothers and sisters in my grandfather's generation, but they either got married far away and cut off contact, or they went abroad because of the turmoil that year, and basically no longer contacted each other.

The closest bloodline Zhang Yuanqing could find was that of his father's uncle Zhang Zizhen, 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 lived. On the bustling road, he caught a gray-haired, leisurely aunt and asked in Songfu dialect. road

\'Where does Zhang Guojun live now?

\'Zhang Guojun\'The aunt was stunned for several seconds, but she didn't respond for a while,\'I don't know.\'

\'You are from Ji'an Village, why don't you know it, Zhang Guojun, from your father's generation.\'After all, the age is too old, Zhang Yuanqing reminded him.

Only then did the aunt realize that there was such an elder in the village before, looking at the young descendant in front of him in surprise:

\'Are you looking for him? He has been dead for many years.

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

It turned out to be her own... Auntie felt kind, pointed behind her, and said:

\'His son lives in 207, 208, and 209 in Building 18, but he rents out 207, 208, and 209. Alas, his son died of cancer a few years ago, so you have to find his grandson

go.\'

After speaking, the aunt tentatively said: \'Who is your father?

\'My father Zhang Zizhen.

The aunt made an "oh" sound, and said in a gnashing tone:

\'You are Zhang Zizhen's son, I think about it...I remembered, didn't your mother take you to remarry.

\'I didn't remarry, my mother took me back to my mother's house.\' Zhang Yuanqing said that although he couldn't remember, but my aunt was from the same village as me back then, and just asked about my father, she said:

\'Do you remember my dad.\'

\'Who doesn't remember that little liar, who said that he was the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei, and that the village's fortune-telling cheated for money.\' The aunt's tone began to grit her teeth again:

\'At that time, he lied to me and said that my family's feng shui is not good, and there are evil spirits, so my wife's toes hurt, that is because the ghost hugged his feet, and he needs to use his boy's urine for seven, seven, forty-nine days, one day two cents.

\' Later, the pain was unbearable, and I went to the hospital to find out that it was gout. Xiao Chi, my wife smelled of urine every day. Everyone in the village was deceived by him.

Some people are dead, but they are still alive in the hearts of others. Every time they think about it, they jump with anger.

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

\'Auntie, you are busy, don't bother.\'

Run away hastily.

Returning to the car, he took out the gift he had brought, and went to the street to buy a bag of fruit and two cigarettes. Zhang Yuanqing followed the direction pointed by his aunt and found Room 207, Building 18.

\'Ding dong! !

He rang the doorbell.

A few moments later, the security door opened, and behind the door was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly fat body and puffy eyes. He looked at the stranger at the door and asked:

\'Who are you looking for? \'

Zhang Yuanqing stared hard at the middle-aged man, trying to remember this face from his mind, but he didn't remember it at all.

\'I am Zhang Zizhen's son, Zhang Yuanqing.\'He reported his identity.

\'Zizhen's son...\' The middle-aged man was obviously taken aback for a moment, then his face suddenly became excited, surprised and surprised, and said:

\'Are you so old? Come, come in, sit in the house, sit in the house.

Zhang Yuanqing entered the living room with a large bag of gifts, sat down on the sofa, and said:

\'Uncle, no need to pour water, I'll just sit and go.

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

\'What are you doing with such an expensive gift, why would I be embarrassed to accept it.\'The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard it.

\'My mother made some money from house flipping, let me come to see you, I will go abroad at the end of the year, and I will rely on you to take care of my father's grave in the future. Go check it out on Qingming Festival to save him from loneliness.\' '

Zhang Yuanqing's lies come as soon as he opens his mouth.

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

\'Going abroad, going abroad is good, now the rich are thinking of going abroad, sigh, when your mother took you back to your parents' home, you have been gone for more than ten years, and you will not come back to see it. No siblings!

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Yuanqing realized 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.

When he returned to his hometown this time, he mainly wanted to inquire about two things. One was the truth of his father's death, and the other was the enemy's family.

Zhang Zitao heard the words, fell into memory, nodded and said:

\'I have been there. Life was very difficult at that time. Uncle left early. Zizhen was weak when he was a child. You were afraid that he would not be able to support him, so you sent him to a Taoist temple. There was a Taoist temple near the village at that time. I remember It's called Xiaoyaoguan.

\'There are several Taoist priests who specialize in white affairs for the village and are also barefoot doctors.

Happy viewing? ? I seem to know the origin of the name of the \'Xiaoyao\' organization... Zhang Yuanqing entered the subject and asked:

\'My mother said that after my father was in a car accident, it was his great uncle's funeral. Where did he have the accident? \'

Since it is impossible for my father to die in a car accident, then there is no such thing as being hit, and the location of the crime will certainly not be there. As a corpse man, Taishu at least knows how Zhang Zizhen died.

Zhang Zitao shook his head: \'I was working outside at the time, I don't know very well. I just remember my dad said that my grandfather was called by your mother, and when he came back, he informed the family to hold a funeral for Zizhen, saying that he had a car accident.

Sure enough, I would say that it could not have been a car accident, that it could kill a car dominated by the peak, or at least a demigod car.

A doubt in Zhang Yuanqing's heart was answered.

When he found out that his father and the zoo artifact were acquainted, he suspected that his father did not die in a car accident!

In the past few days, the news has been gathered, and when I learned that the Xiaoyao Organization exists, I am even more unbelieving.

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 abroad. But if what the Palace Master said is the truth, then maybe my mother doesn't know the real death of my father.

Because. Just had a hunch about his death and was mentally prepared.

\'On the way I came, I met an aunt who said that my dad used to lie to people in the village? He must have a lot of enemies at ordinary times, where did he work before.\' Zhang Yuanqing joked

His tone asked about the past.

This is the second purpose of coming here today.

\'The enemy? ? ? He used to be a good deceiver, but it was all from his childhood, and everyone took pity on his life experience.

Zhang Zitao waved his hand and said, \'After he and your mother get married, he will suddenly become stable and he will never lie to anyone. If he is working, I don't remember very well, but he is often away from home and can't find anyone at all times for three days. , I also advise

I passed her and said that I should pay attention to my daughter-in-law, how can I often leave her at home alone, your mother was very beautiful when she was young.

My dad is probably busy killing the master every day to download the dungeon. Zhang Yuanqing asked:

\'Did my dad live in the village all the time after he got married, and did he take my mother away.\'

He wanted to know if his father had escaped to escape the trouble, and if so, at what time

Zhang Zitao thought for a while, then shook his head\'It seems not!

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

Think again, think about what to ask, what little details are useful to me, and Uncle Zitao knows it. He actively uses his brains! Uncle Zitao is an ordinary person, even if Dad has enemies, he will not tell He, and when his father died, he was not in the village.

My great uncle passed away, and my great uncle's son also passed away. The people from the past have all gone, so it's not easy to check.

Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart, with a curious expression on his face, he smiled.

\'What did my dad learn from the Taoist temple, does he really know magic? ? \'

He planned to find out when his father became a Spirit Realm Walker first. In terms of Zhang Zizhen's personality, he had been a **** stick for half his life, and suddenly one day he became a night wanderer, and he really gained the super power of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. I will definitely be eager to prove to everyone that I have real skills!

Loose cultivators have always lacked vigilance in this regard.\'

Zhang Zitao laughed and said: \'How could he know any magic, he would do chores in the Taoist temple, practice a few tricks, and then follow the Taoist priest to do white affairs, see a doctor, etc.

Alas, it was a waste of time. Zhang Yuanqing got up with a face full of disappointment and said:

\'Uncle, then I'll go back first.

Zhang Zitao retained and said: 'Why don't you stay for lunch.

\'No, there are classes in the afternoon, so I won't be able to go back after lunch.\'Zhang Yuanqing refused.

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

\'Why didn't my dad inherit Taoism? It's better to be a barefoot doctor and to be able to make a living, than to lie.

\'It seems that it was destroyed when the feudal superstition was broken. Your father has nowhere to go, so he can only fool around in the village.\' Zhang Zitao said:

\'That Taoist temple is a bit rambunctious. He stayed in it for more than a year, and then every day he shouted that he was a descendant of the Xiaoyao sect, saying that the Xiaoyao sect was a sect handed down from ancient times. When we played together, he also said He wants to accept me as a handyman, and let me honor him with new clothes and shoes.

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

Handed down from ancient times? Zhang Yuanqing was startled, and stopped suddenly, his tone was a little anxious:

\'A martial art handed down from ancient times? What do you mean, uncle, please clarify.

Zhang Zitao didn't understand why the eldest nephew was suddenly anxious, he laughed and said:

\'Who still remembers this, it's been decades.

\'Uncle, I'm going abroad at the end of the year, and I don't know when I'll be back. I won't be able to hear about my father's past. Think again.

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

\' He said that he saw in the ancient books of Xiaoyaoguan that the end of the world is coming soon, and the end of the world has already passed once in ancient times! The Free and Easy Sect was the sect that survived at that time.

\' He also said that he would find a way to save the world, and if he didn't want to die, he would give him new clothes and new shoes to honor him... Maybe that's all, I really can't remember, I only remember his original

To speak eloquently is to recite what is written in the book.

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

Uncle, can my dad draw talismans? \'

Zhang Zitao nodded, \'Aren't Taoist priests just drawing talismans.

\'Do you remember what symbol my dad drew? \'

\'Can not remember.

Let's go to the house!

The two returned to the room again, and under Zhang Zitao's blank eyes, Zhang Yuanqing found a ballpoint pen and a piece of white paper in the living room, and drew like a flying stroke—Zhang Zhen Corpse Talisman.

A corpse-suppressing talisman with only a similar appearance and no spiritual power!

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

\'Yes, yes, it's this kind of talisman, it's weird, so he taught you.\'

Huadu, Wanbaowu.

A young man in big pants, 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.

Wearing caps and masks, the young man slowly swept through the messy shops, and finally landed at the checkout counter.

On the soft chair behind the cashier, lay a charming and lazy mature woman, holding a cigar in her hand, her eyes were languid, like a loafer who played with the world.

The young man moved closer and stared at the woman. Under the peaked cap, a pair of shady and crazy eyes were revealed, and he said:

\'I heard that you are the largest intelligence distribution center in the south, and there is the largest black market, is that it?

Lian March raised his eyelids and looked at him: \'Buy props, materials, or intelligence.\'

The madness was hidden in the young man's eyes, and he said solemnly:

I want to buy information, the major branches of the country, the distribution list of Taiyimen Yeyoushen.\'

Even March said:

\'I have a rule not to sell information that is unfavorable to the government. This is the basis for the shop to operate. But you can enter the black market and find someone to trade by yourself. Do you have any cards.\'

No! \'

\'One hundred thousand yuan.

\'No money! \'

\'Get out if you don't have money, you lonely ghost.

\'It can be seen that I am a worthy master.\'The young man snorted and his expression was still crazy like a lunatic who is out of control at any time.

He took a bead out of his pocket and put it on the cashier

\'Pledged to you, three days later, I will come to pick it up.

The beads of light flowed, presenting a dream-like picture.

Lian March grabbed the beads, looked at them a few times, and said: \'The quality of the saints, dream beads, probably worth 20 million, sold.\'

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

Young people see a flower, and the small shop has turned into a big market

Lian March beckoned a tall and strong man, and ordered:

\'Give a sign with the distribution list of Taiyimen Yeyoushen across the country, and put it at booth No. 6.

When the strong man retired to work, she glanced at the young man, threw him a mask, and said:

\'I am only an intermediary market here, and I am not responsible for your safety. If you are targeted by official walkers, you are fine here. Going out, life and death are at your own risk.

The young man grinned:

\'Follow me? Can't ask for it.

Lian March bit his cigar, twisted his **** and walked away.

The young man immediately sat down at booth 6 and waited patiently.

Not long after, a man in a black robe and a mask approached and said in a hoarse voice: \"

\'Do you want a list of a night wandering **** too? Taiyimen has recently recalled most of the night wandering gods, and there are not many left outside. I happen to have a copy, five million, for you.\'

The young man was silent for a few seconds, then grinned strangely: \'How can I trust you.\'

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

\'make a deal! ! \'The young man nodded, the eyes under the mask were full of madness, and said:

\'There is no such a coincidence in the world. You came to send me the list on purpose. You can deduce my itinerary. The person behind you is not simple! \'

The black-robed man's hoarse laugh is worthy of being the headmaster of Chunyang, who is clearly discerning.

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