Leng Ningbing Jinxiu officially returned to Yongbao Group. The company held a grand welcome ceremony. There were many guests at the scene, including everyone with status in Yanjing.
The Cai family, Yan family, and Qin family all came. Lin Ziman, Cai Meilin, and Qin Shiya were also present.
"Where is Mr. Zhang? He hasn't come yet on such an important day." Leng Ningbing asked.
"Boss, he left after sending Miss Cai back." Hai Rui replied, "He said he had important matters to deal with."
"I've been back for so long without even a visit to the company. He's too comfortable being a hands-off shopkeeper." Leng Ningbing complained.
"I think the boss really has something important to do. Otherwise, he would definitely come."
Hai Rui said.
In fact, Zhangcheng really has important things. Otherwise, he would not have failed to participate in today's welcome ceremony. This is an important day, which can be said to be eternal rebirth. Everyone will come back and return to the past.
After this catastrophe, Zhang Cheng's influence in China has not diminished but increased. As the boss of Yongbao, and with business geniuses like Leng Ningbing at the helm, it is foreseeable that this security-based group will become a giant sooner or later.
Unstoppable.
That's why so many people came uninvited today. Naturally, Leng Ningbing and the others gave them a grand welcome.
At this moment.
Zhang Cheng and Zhang Bo were in a desert. They traveled day and night and finally arrived at this desert.
Zhang Cheng will never forget this desert, because Zihan died here to protect him. Zihan was also buried in a small oasis in this desert, with a monument and a tomb erected.
Now, he dragged Uncle Zhang here just to find Zihan.
According to their memory, they found the small oasis and indeed found Zihan's grave. But the problem was that there was no Zihan's body here at all.
"How could it not be?" Zhang Cheng was confused and a little excited, "I buried Zihan here with my own hands. Or maybe the Zihan I met in the waterfall of the dead outside the secular world is the real Zihan."
Uncle Zhang had already heard from Zhang Cheng about the Zihan in the outside world. In that kind of restricted area, there were actually living people absorbing the power there. Even with Uncle Zhang's knowledge and identity, he was surprised.
Because even he can't do such a thing.
"What is this?" Uncle Zhang looked at the empty grave. The grave had been dug up long ago and there was nothing inside.
His eyes swept here inch by inch, and his eyes gradually became dignified.
"What's wrong? Uncle Zhang!" Zhang Cheng noticed the look in Uncle Zhang's eyes and asked involuntarily.
"There is a problem here. You see, the entire oasis was almost razed to the ground. This was definitely not caused by the desert storm. With this tomb as the center, you can see a big pit. Even if someone wants to dig the tomb, they can't.
It should be like this. It seems like..." At this point, Uncle Zhang suddenly began to ponder.
"What does it look like?"
Zhang Cheng's curiosity was aroused and he couldn't help but ask.
"It seems like... this is just my guess, I'm not sure yet. But you'll know just by looking at it." As he said that, Uncle Zhang formed a seal with his hands and shouted: "The sky and the earth are black and yellow, everything in the world, the evolution time, the great road
You can see the magic of the mirror, flower, water and moon! Reverse the flow!"
In the void, a picture emerged.
First, an image of Zhang Cheng and Uncle Zhang appearing, then the time started to go back, and then a sandstorm appeared, several desert travelers appeared, and a camel came here to drink water...
Seeing this, Zhang Cheng was surprised. Is this also a spell? It's so amazing that I can see what happened here before.
Incredible!
But this move put great pressure on Uncle Zhang, and his forehead quickly became covered with sweat. He gritted his teeth and continued to use it.
The image rewinds what happened here before, and I don’t know how many days and nights have passed. Suddenly, something incredible happened here.
It was a quiet night, the sky was full of stars.
Suddenly, click, click, the sky shattered like glass, revealing the sound of rushing water. No, it was not a river, but a waterfall.
What a huge waterfall, incredibly big, with countless kilometers of black horses falling from the sky!
If he had never been to the outside world before, Zhang Cheng would definitely be shocked and confused as to where that place was. But now, he recognized it immediately. Even so, he was still shocked.
"Waterfall of the Dead! This is the Waterfall of the Dead. It is a forbidden place in the world of cultivation. How could it appear in our world?"
Zhang Cheng recognized him, and so did Uncle Zhang. At the same time, he suddenly felt that the pressure had increased tenfold. It seemed that he had taken a great risk by spying on some important person, and his eyes began to have blood streaks.
"Uncle Zhang, how are you? If it doesn't work, don't force it." Zhang Cheng saw something was wrong with Uncle Zhang and said.
"Uncle Zhang is not that easy to fall. Who do you think I am? I am a god of war. Hum, with this little pressure, even if I am not in my prime, I will not fall that easily." Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, behind him
A figure appeared, and the pressure suddenly decreased, and the picture in the sky became clearer.
I saw a black waterfall pouring down from the broken void, and the black torrent entered the desert oasis, as mighty as a tsunami.
Several scorpions were looking for food outside, and were submerged by the sudden black torrent. They couldn't even struggle, and only white bones were left.
Wherever the black torrent passed, all life died. Not to mention life, even the desert seemed to be wailing.
"Who did this? Directly penetrated the two worlds. Wasn't it protected by the will of the world? And made such a big noise! Could it be a true immortal?"
Zhang Cheng thought.
Soon, the black torrent flooded the entire oasis, naturally flooding Zihan's grave.
The tomb was immediately destroyed, and Zhang Cheng's heart was in his throat. He knew that the critical moment had come. Now, he could know the whereabouts of Zihan's body.
Immediately afterwards, the black torrent turned into a whirlpool, spinning wildly, and a cluster of black currents surged up like a fountain, holding up an obviously dead body.
That was a woman. Even in death, she was extremely beautiful. There was no fear of death on her face, only tranquility and serenity.
"Zihan!" Zhang Cheng clenched his fists. Seeing the woman he loved most in his heart again, even if it had been so long, he could not hide his grief.
Immediately, a desolate voice that seemed to come from ancient times sounded. It was not an ordinary language, but the language of the ancient times of the cultivation world: "You are lucky to have met, um, resurrect, my servant!"
After the words fell, a dazzling light appeared on the dead Zihan's body. Countless talisman culture injected the beam into Zihan, and something incredible happened.
Zihan blinked her eyelashes, and then opened her eyes.
Live!
Zhang Cheng's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Resurrection! It's actually a true immortal magic! This person is..." Zhang Tianwu's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he was shocked.