Zhang Yuanqing stole two bottles of fine wine from Fu Qingyang's cabinet, a high-end ham from the kitchen, and a box of top-quality Cuban cigars from Lingjun's room.
——I stole Fu Qingyang’s cigars last time, so I couldn’t catch Mr. Qian and kept stealing them.
Returning to his villa, he asked the queen for the car keys and set off alone.
What he is going to do next is not suitable for leading teammates, even Guan Ya.
Zhang Yuanqing's hometown was in the countryside on the outskirts of Songfu. At that time, Songhai City had not yet become the financial capital of the country and a super-first-class metropolis.
The pride of Songfu people is still there. When mentioning Songhai next door, they habitually raise their chin and say:
I think back then, Songhai was just a small fishing village. It belonged to the rural area under our Songfu jurisdiction.
Now Songfu is just a district of Songhai, and it is far away from the bustling area.
Zhang Yuanqing drove a white car through the busy streets and turned onto the outer ring elevated highway. Half an hour later, he left the city and entered the Sheling Tunnel.
Different from the She Ling Tunnel in the spiritual realm, the real She Ling Tunnel has a clean and smooth asphalt road, and the xenon lamp at the top of the tunnel is white and bright.
The traffic flowing back and forth passed through it, and there was no scary and weird atmosphere at all.
In the slight noise of wheels rolling over the asphalt road, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of the fear and anxiety he felt when he first entered the spiritual realm, and for a moment 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, cut off his stray thoughts, and concentrated on driving.
Twenty minutes later, he arrived at his father's hometown, Ji'an Village.
Oh no, it is now called Ji'an Community.
Zhang Yuanqing has not been here for many years. The rural countryside in his impression is no longer there. Brand-new villas and residential buildings are rising from the ground. The streets are full of shops, and the scene is full of flowers.
He remembered that at that time, everyone's houses were red brick houses facing north and south, with a corridor on each floor. During heavy rains in the summer, the corridors would get wet from the rain.
After his father died, his mother took him back to Songhai. Within a few years, Ji'an Village was demolished.
My mother didn't want a house, so she replaced it all with compensation, and with the savings from working over the past few years, she bought a large flat in Kangyang District.
Although Zhang Yuanqing has never lived a second-generation life as a rent-collecting house, the large flat at home is now worth 40 million.
While Zhang Yuanqing surveyed the unrecognizable village, he recalled his family background. His father, Zhang Zizhen, was the only son in the family. It was said that his grandmother suffered a serious illness in the second year after giving birth to him and was unable to have any more children.
So my father became an only son, which was very rare at that time.
When this only son was ten years old, while working with a production team, his grandfather was gored by a mad cattle and died.
Grandma was responsible for the family's livelihood by herself. Before my father came of age, he became ill from overwork and died of illness.
So Zhang Yuanqing has no uncles or aunts.
There were a few brothers and sisters in my grandfather's generation, but they either married far away and cut off contact with each other, or they went abroad due to the turmoil that year, and they basically stopped contacting them.
The closest bloodline that Zhang Yuanqing could find was that of his father, Zhang Zizhen's great-uncle, who was his great-grandfather's brother.
He parked the car on the side of the road, followed his childhood memories, and returned to the "village" where he originally lived. He caught a gray-haired, carefree aunt on the bustling roadside and asked in Songfu dialect:
"Where does Zhang Guojun live now?"
"Zhang Guojun." The aunt was stunned for several seconds and didn't react. "I don't recognize him."
"You are from Ji'an Village. How could you not recognize Zhang Guojun? He is from your father's generation." After all, it was too long ago, Zhang Yuanqing reminded him.
Only then did the aunt realize that there used to be such an elder in the village. She looked at the young disciple in front of her in surprise:
"Are you looking for him? He has been dead for many years."
"I am his relative, and he is my father's uncle." Zhang Yuanqing explained.
It turned out that the aunt was one of our own. She felt friendly, pointed behind her, and said:
"His son lives in 207, 208, and 209 of Building 18, which is also their home, but he has rented out 207, 208, and 209. Alas, his son also died of cancer a few years ago, so you have to find his grandson."
After saying that, the aunt asked tentatively: "Who is your father?"
"My dad Zhang Zizhen."
The aunt said "oh" forcefully and said in a gritted tone:
"You are Zhang Zizhen's son. Let me think about it. Come to think of it, didn't your mother take you to remarry?"
"I didn't remarry, my mother took me back to my parents' home." Zhang Yuanqing said that although he didn't remember it, his aunt and I were from the same village back then, so she happened to ask about my father's affairs, so she said:
"Do you remember my dad?"
"Who doesn't remember that little liar? He said he was the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei, and he was a fortune teller all over the village trying to cheat money." The aunt began to grit her teeth again:
"Back then, they lied to me and said that the feng shui in my house was not good and there were evil spirits, so my wife's toes hurt. It was because the ghost was holding the foot, and he needed to be poured with his child's urine for seven to forty-nine days, twice a day.
Divide money.
"Later I couldn't stand the pain anymore, so I went to the hospital and found out it was gout. Little Chi Guy made my wife smell like urine every day. Everyone in the village was deceived by him."
Some people are dead, but they still live in the hearts of others, and they get angry every time they think about them.
Everything is in the past, everything is in the past, let the past disappear with the wind. Zhang Yuanqing said hurriedly:
"Auntie, please be busy and don't interrupt me."
Run away in a hurry.
After returning to the car, he took out the gifts he had picked up 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.
After a while, the security door opened. Behind the door was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was slightly stout and had bags under his 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 in his mind, but he had no memory at all.
"I am Zhang Zizhen's son, Zhang Yuanqing." He announced his identity.
"Zizhen's son" the middle-aged man was obviously stunned, and then his face suddenly became excited, surprised and surprised, and said:
"Are you so old? Come on, come inside and sit down. Come inside and sit down."
Zhang Yuanqing entered the living room carrying large and small packages of gifts, sat down on the sofa, and said:
"Uncle, there's no need to pour water, I'll just sit down and leave."
At the same time, he introduced the gifts he had brought one by one, including whiskey worth hundreds of thousands, a limited edition Cohiba worth 5,000 yuan, and a ham worth 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.
"Why are you bringing such an expensive gift? How can I be embarrassed to accept it?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
"My mother made some money from real estate speculation, so she asked me to come and visit 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 from now on. Go and visit during the Qingming Festival to save him from loneliness."
Zhang Yuanqing lies as soon as he opens his mouth.
The middle-aged man reluctantly accepted it and said with emotion:
"Go abroad, it's good to go abroad. Nowadays, rich people want to go abroad. Alas, when your mother took you back to your parents' home, she left for more than ten years and never came back to see you. But it's true that there is nothing good to see. Zizhen is here.
I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”
After the two chatted for a while, 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 because he wanted to find out two things, one was the truth behind his father's death, and the other was his enemies.
Hearing this, Zhang Zitao fell into memories, nodded and said:
"I was there. Life was very difficult at that time. My uncle left early. Zizhen was weak when he was a child. You were afraid that you couldn't feed him, so you sent him to a Taoist temple. There was a Taoist temple near the village at that time. I remember it was called
Happy view.
"A few Taoist priests there specialize in doing errands for the village, and they are also barefoot doctors."
Xiaoyao Guan? I seem to know the origin of the name of the "Xiaoyao" organization. Zhang Yuanqing entered the topic and asked:
"My mother said that my great-uncle buried my father after he had a car accident. Where did he have an accident?"
Since it is impossible for my father to die in a car accident, then there is no such thing as being hit, and there is certainly no place where the crime occurred. As the embalmer, my great-uncle at least knew how Zhang Zizhen died.
Zhang Zitao shook his head: "I was working outside at the time, so I don't know for sure. I remember my dad said that my grandpa was called over by your mother. When he came back, he notified his family to hold a funeral for Zizhen, saying that he had been in a car accident."
As expected, I said it couldn't be a car accident. A car that could kill a top lord, at least a semi-god-level car, solved a doubt in Zhang Yuanqing's mind.
When he first discovered that his father was acquainted with the zoo's spirit, he suspected that his father had not died in a car accident.
After collecting the news in the past few days, I learned that Xiaoyao Organization existed, and I didn’t believe it even more.
Now that my great-uncle has passed away, if I want to know the true cause of my father's death, I have to find my mother who is far away abroad. But if what the Master of the Killing Palace tells the truth, then my mother may not know the true cause of my father's death.
I just had a premonition of his death and was mentally prepared.
"I met an aunt on the way here. She said that my father used to lie to people in the village. He must have a lot of enemies. Where did he work before?" Zhang Yuanqing asked about old memories in a joking tone.
This is the second purpose of coming here today.
"Enemy? He used to be quite good at deceiving people, but it was only when he was a child. Everyone also pitied him for his life experience. He just cheated and treated him like food. How can he be an enemy?" Zhang Zitao waved his hand and said.
:
"After he married your mother, he immediately became more stable and never deceived anyone again. I don't remember clearly about work, but he was often away from home and couldn't find anyone every now and then. I even tried to persuade her
, saying that you need to keep a close eye on your wife, how can you leave her at home alone all the time? Your mother was very beautiful when she was young."
My dad is probably busy killing masters and downloading dungeons every day. Zhang Yuanqing asked:
"Has my father always lived in the village after he got married? Has he ever taken my mother away?"
He wanted to know whether his father had escaped to seek refuge, and if so, when it had happened.
Zhang Zitao thought for a while and shook his head: "It seems not!"
The two chatted for a while. Zhang Yuanqing was a little disappointed because he didn't get any valuable clues, 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 it. He actively uses his brain.
Uncle Zitao is an ordinary person. Even if his father has an enemy, he will not tell him. And when his father died, he was not in the village. Great uncle passed away, and great uncle's son also passed away. Everyone in the past is gone. It's not good.
Check it
Zhang Yuanqing sighed inwardly, showed curiosity on his face, and said with a smile:
"What skills did my dad learn in the Taoist temple? Is he really good at magic?"
He planned to first find out when his father became a man. In terms of Zhang Zizhen's character as everyone said, he had been a magic stick for half his life, and suddenly one day he became a night wandering god. He really gained the super power to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. He would definitely
He was eager to prove to everyone that he had real abilities.
Rogue cultivators have always lacked vigilance in this regard.
Zhang Zitao laughed and said: "He doesn't know any magic. He just does odd jobs in the Taoist temple, practices a few tricks, and then follows the Taoist priests to do ordinary things, see doctors and so on."
Alas, this trip was in vain. Zhang Yuanqing stood up with a disappointed face and said:
"Uncle, I'll go back first."
Zhang Zitao persuaded him to stay: "Why don't you stay for lunch?"
"No, there are classes in the afternoon. I won't be able to make it back in time for lunch." Zhang Yuanqing refused.
Zhang Zitao stopped insisting and sent him out. Before leaving, Zhang Yuanqing thought of another question and said:
"Why didn't my dad inherit Taoism? You can make a living by being a barefoot doctor and doing mundane things. It's better than lying to others."
"It seems that feudal superstition was abolished during the eradication of feudal superstition. Your father had no place to go, so he could only cheat in the village." Zhang Zitao said:
"That Taoist temple is a bit nagging. He stayed there 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 passed down from ancient times. When we played together, he also said that he would
He accepted me as a handyman and asked me to give him my new clothes and shoes.
"Every time he said that, I would beat him."
Passed down from ancient times? Zhang Yuanqing was startled, stopped suddenly, and said in a somewhat anxious tone:
"A sect handed down from ancient times? What do you mean, uncle, please explain it clearly."
Zhang Zitao didn't understand why his eldest nephew was suddenly anxious, so he laughed and said:
"Who still remembers this? It's been decades."
"Uncle, I will go 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 dad's past things in the future. Think about it again."
Zhang Zitao frowned, thought for a while, and said helplessly:
"He said that he read in the ancient books of Xiaoyao Guan that the end of the world was coming soon. The world had already happened once in ancient times, and Xiaoyao Sect was the only sect that survived that time.
"He also said that he wanted to find a way to save the world. If he didn't want to die, he would give him new clothes and new shoes as a filial piety. That's about it. I really can't remember. I only remember his original words at that time, which were recited.
Something in a book.”
No way... Zhang Yuanqing was silent, thinking for a while, and then said:
"Uncle, can my dad draw talismans?"
Zhang Zitao nodded, "Aren't Taoist priests just drawing talismans?"
"Do you still remember what talisman my dad drew?"
"Can not 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-killing charm with flying strokes.
A corpse-suppressing talisman that only looks like one but has 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. It turns out he taught you it."
Huadu, Wanbao House.
A young man wearing 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.
The young man, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, slowly swept through the cluttered store and finally landed at the checkout counter.
Lying on the soft chair behind the cashier, a charming and lazy mature woman holds a cigar in her hand, her brows and eyes are lazy, like a lazy person who is playing in the world of mortals.
The young man came closer and stared at the woman. Under his peaked cap, a pair of dark and crazy eyes were revealed, and he said:
"I heard that your place is the largest intelligence distribution center in the south and has the largest black market. Is this it?"
Lian Sanyue raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Buy props, materials, or information."
There was madness hidden in the young man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"I want to buy information, the distribution list of Taiyi Sect's Night Traveling Gods in all major branches across the country."
Lian Sanyue said:
"I have a rule. I don't sell information that is detrimental to the official. This is the basis for the store to operate. But you can enter the black market and find someone to trade on your own. Do you have any cards?"
"No!"
"One hundred thousand yuan."
"No money."
"If you don't have money, get out, you lonely ghost."
"You can see that I am the one who seizes the body, so I am worthy of being the master." The young man laughed, his expression still crazy, like a madman who could lose control at any time.
He took out a bead from his pocket and put it on the cashier. "I'll pledge it to you. I'll pick it up in three days."
The light of the beads flows, presenting dream-like pictures.
Lian Sanyue grabbed the beads, looked at them a few times, and said: "Saint quality, dream beads, worth about 20 million, deal done."
She opened the cabinet at the cash register, took out a hand card and crushed it.
The young people's eyes were dazzled, and the small shop turned into a big market.
Lian Sanyue called for a strong man and ordered:
"Give me a sign with a list of the distribution of Taiyi Sect Night Wandering Gods across the country and place it at booth No. 6."
When the strong man left to do his business, she glanced at the young man, threw him a mask, and said:
"This is just an intermediary market and I am not responsible for your safety. If you are targeted by official practitioners, it will be fine here. Once you get out, life or death will be your fate."
The young man smiled ferociously and said:
"Target me? I wish you could."
Lian Sanyue chewed his cigar, twisted his butt, and walked away.
The young man immediately sat down at booth No. 6 and waited patiently.
Not long after, a man wearing a black robe and a mask came closer and said in a hoarse voice:
"You want a list of the Taiyi Sect's Night Wanderers? The Taiyi Sect has recently recalled most of the Night Wanderers, and there are not many left outside. I happen to have one, worth five million, for you."
The young man was silent for a few seconds, and Jie Jie smiled strangely: "How can I believe you?"
"The owner of Wanbao House can verify the authenticity."
"Deal!" The young man nodded, his eyes under the mask full of madness, and said:
"There are no such coincidences in the world. You sent me the list on purpose. You can deduce my itinerary. The person behind you is not simple."
The man in black robe laughed hoarsely:
"As expected of Master Chunyang, he knows everything clearly!"