Chapter 195 Father Is

Chapter 195 My father is a spiritual practitioner

Hallucinated?

Zhang Yuanqing stood there with a stiff face. His first reaction was that he was hearing hallucinations. The whispers in his ears were not real, but that he was affected by some kind of force and had auditory hallucinations.

After all, it was impossible for outsiders to know his father's name, so the most likely possibility was that the whisper in his ears came from his heart.

But why is it my father's name? If it is a power similar to illusion that affects me, it must be what I long for most in my heart. I don't long for father's love. I only have a vague impression of my father who has been dead for many years.

When Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled, Fu Qingyang in front noticed something unusual about him, and said in an extremely serious tone:

"Don't stop, go!"

The centurion's voice contained convincing power. Zhang Yuanqing's mind cleared and distracting thoughts disappeared.

He held his breath and concentrated, ignoring the whispers in his ears, and strode towards the zoo gate following the figure in the white suit.

"Zhang Zizhen, you are leaving again, you treacherous villain"

The whispers in her ears suddenly sounded sad and plaintive, like a resentful woman who had been abandoned.

Zhang Yuanqing tensed up his nerves, recited silently, "My heart is as clear as ice and I won't be surprised when the sky falls." He quickened his pace and finally followed Fu Qingyang out of the zoo gate.

Suddenly, the whisper in his ears disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stay or look back, and went straight to the luxury car. He waited until the car started and drove far away before he dared to look back.

It was dark, and the outline of the zoo was looming in the darkness, making it quiet and eerie.

"call!"

Zhang Yuanqing let out a sigh of relief, thinking that Elder Dog's zoo is too evil, right?

Fu Qingyang sat on the large soft chair, his eyes were a little surprised and a little solemn, and he said:

"What did you hear?"

Zhang Yuanqing said, "A name that shouldn't be mentioned, Centurion. I suspect that I have been under an illusion. I just don't know who cast an illusion on me."

Fu Qingyang rolled up his half-smoked cigar, lit it himself, blew out the rich white smoke, and said:

"The basis of illusion is to detonate emotions and target the weakest points of the human heart. Is that name you heard a flaw in your soul?"

The core ability of the illusionist is actually to attract and tease the target's emotions, and to be able to see the target's inner weaknesses at a glance. Therefore, the saint-level illusionist (dream master) is also called the inner demon.

Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze and he slowly shook his head.

Fu Qingyang puffed out white smoke: "Then it's not an illusion."

It wasn't an illusion. Zhang Yuanqing's doubts were verified, but he was not happy at all. He said in a low voice:

"If the voice I heard was not an illusion, then who was talking to me? Could it be that there were zoo staff or some animals hidden around just now?"

Fu Qingyang denied him again: "No, there was nothing around just now."

This is a scout's judgment.

Zhang Yuanqing fell into silence, Fu Qingyang took a long puff of cigar, strong in his lungs, exhaled dense white smoke, and said:

"Excluding the staff and animals, and then excluding the dog elders, it is actually very obvious who is speaking."

He looked at Zhang Yuanqing and his tone was unusually low:

"Zoos are rules-based props, props with self-awareness."

Speaking of this, it is impossible for Zhang Yuanqing not to understand.

What’s whispering in my ear is “the zoo” itself? Does it know my dad?

My dad is a spiritual traveler? !

Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head to hide his slightly twisted expression.

This conclusion shocked him so much that it was difficult to accept it for a while.

If my dad was a spirit walker, then he wouldn't have died in a car accident that year. How could a spirit walker die in such a miserable state? The zoo knew him. He had a connection with the zoo during his lifetime. Maybe he was the previous owner of this regular prop?

Then his level must be very high. The zoo's whisper in my ear obviously mistook me for my dad. Did it recognize the wrong person? How does it determine that I am Zhang Zizhen?

appearance? breath? Bloodline? Character card?

Appearance is the first thing to rule out. My dad and I cannot look exactly the same. The character card belongs to the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord and my dad were not from the same period. Are they of the same blood?

The zoo is a prop for the wood demon profession. The wood demon palm has reproduction and life-related abilities. It is reasonable to use blood to kill people.

Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts became clearer and clearer. At the same time, he thought about the headache that he couldn't find the symptom. After meeting Mr. Bill, he learned that the cause was a trauma to his soul.

But the problem is that he is an ordinary person, and his world and the world of spiritual realm practitioners are two parallel lines that do not intersect. How can He De suffer such an injury?

Now he understands.

Although the cause of the injury is still unknown, it at least shows that he is not unrelated to the spiritual world. There is a spiritual practitioner in his family background.

What about my mother? She is also a spiritual practitioner?

Zhang Yuanqing recalled how anxious and helpless his mother was when he had a sudden illness. If she were a spiritual practitioner, she would not be so anxious and panicked.

But she quickly found pills for me to heal my soul wounds, which showed that she had a way. Therefore, although she was not a spiritual practitioner, she knew about their existence and even made some connections.

Zhang Yuanqing pieced together the context of the matter bit by bit by connecting details.

In addition, he suddenly thought, as the current owner of the zoo, would Elder Dog have anything to do with his father?

"Centurion!" Zhang Yuanqing recovered his thoughts, "How did Elder Dog get this rule-type item? Is there one rule-type item per person in the Master?"

Fu Qingyang flicked the ashes of his cigar and always answered questions from his close subordinates:

"I can't check the elder's information. As for one thing per capita."

Fu Qingyang glanced at him.

Zhang Yuanqing found the answer from the centurion's plain but not mediocre king's contempt.

The luxury car continued to drive, and halfway, Zhang Yuanqing sent a message to Xiao Green Tea, asking the Master of the Killing Palace to meet at the same place.

Then he asked Fu Qingyang for a cigar, but he didn't smoke it. He held it in his hand and stared in silence. When the cigar was almost extinguished, he took a puff.

On the street at four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing was wearing a mask and a cap, and his footsteps echoed in silence.

Across the street from the Sheriff's Department, the door of the cafe is open, and bright lights shine on the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it the only open store on this street.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the door of the cafe with ease and saw the beautiful figure in a red dress standing at the front desk.

She concentrated on making coffee and said softly:

"Go sit aside and wait for me for a few minutes."

Zhang Yuanqing muttered as these words sounded so familiar, and he randomly picked a table and sat down.

Not long after, the Mistress of the Killing Palace came over with two cups of coffee. She put the coffee on the table, held her chin up, stared at it, and said with a smile:

"You are looking for me more and more often. Do you miss me?"

Why does she always like to tease me? Zhang Yuanqing picked up the cup, took a sip of coffee, and suddenly frowned.

"Pure coffee?" He hated drinking pure coffee. It was bitter and sour.

The Master of the Killing Palace showed a sly smile.

Zhang Yuanqing sighed and said:

"Palace Master, you are like the cup of coffee I drink."

"What do you mean?" The Master of the Killing Palace turned his eyes and said with a smile: "Although it is bitter, it is full of attraction?"

"No, it's neither sweet nor milky!"

After Zhang Yuanqing finished laying the groundwork, he made hurtful remarks and took the opportunity to retaliate.

The raised corners of the Killing Palace Master's mouth suddenly froze, and the eyes under the mask stared at him.

Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject and said in a deep voice:

"I went to see Demon Eye tonight. Elder Dog asked him about the inside story of the Chu family's extermination case, and he asked me by name."

He has the confidence to dare to commit suicide to ridicule crazy critics.

Sure enough, the Master of the Killing Palace immediately forgot about the coffee, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his body leaned forward sharply, his bright eyes stared at Zhang Yuanqing, and said:

"What's the catch?"

Zhang Yuanqing rarely saw her lose her composure and said seriously:

"The ones who took the lead in destroying the Chu family were the Ghost Sword King and the Extermination King. Shura personally gave the order."

"Shura." The master of the Killing Palace thought for a moment and slowly shook his head: "The Chu family and Bishop Bing are in the south and north. There is no grudge or grudge. If the camps are just in opposition, it is not enough for Shura to personally issue the order to massacre the Chu family."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately relayed the words of the Demon Eye King.

The Master of the Killing Palace was like a sculpture. He did not move for a long time. After a while, he whispered:

"I see."

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Yuanqing, with strange emotions flashing in her eyes, and said softly:

"Thank you, you have solved the knot for me for many years."

The reason why the Chu family was exterminated has always been a knot in her heart that she could not untie. After more than twenty years, she finally understood the cause and effect.

Zhang Yuanqing said:

"If the palace lord seeks revenge from Night Rose, he must know who the enemy is. Do you understand the properties of that rule-based item?"

The Master of the Killing Palace held up the tea cup, pressed her red lips against the rim of the white cup, took a small sip, put down the tea cup, and recalled:

"I have not personally checked the properties of that item, but the tribesman who took me to Songhai told me that that item can bring the dead back to life. Whether the soul is annihilated or the body is shattered into pieces, it can be resurrected.

"Its name is the 'Womb of the Mother Goddess', and it is one of the top regular props in the musician profession. To use it, two conditions must be met. First, the blood of the resurrected person must be prepared in advance. It must be full of active blood. The weight of it must be There are also requirements, it’s not just a drop of blood, but I don’t know how much is required.”

"Two, a descendant of the resurrected person or a loved one is required as a sacrifice, in exchange for equal value."

"As long as these two conditions are met and the prop rules are triggered, the resurrected person can be reborn from the 'Womb of the Mother Goddess'. No one can stop it, including the spiritual realm."

"It also has a limitation. Once it is resurrected from the 'womb of the Mother Goddess', it can never be used. A person only has one chance, just like no one can go back to the mother's belly and do it again."

Zhang Yuanqing listened silently and said:

“What does active blood mean?”

The Master of the Killing Palace explained:

"After death, the spiritual realm walker will return to the spiritual realm, which means that all abilities are taken back by the spiritual realm. Therefore, the blood before life and after death are different. The blood after death cannot resurrect the physical body of the spiritual realm walker.

"The active blood, you can understand, must be the blood before death."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Based on the rules for using props, it can be inferred that the leader of Dark Night Rose has anticipated his own death, so he has made arrangements in advance."

"This is inevitable." The Master of the Killing Palace frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Yuanqing talked eloquently:

"From the prophecy of the Bright Compass, it is not difficult for us to know that Shura chose to invest in the leader of the Dark Night Rose, and that was twenty-one years ago.

"The leader of Dark Night Rose at that time must have a certain level and status in the world. It is impossible for Shura to invest in rotten fish and shrimps. Then, we only need to find out which famous figures were famous twenty or even thirty years ago. Is it possible to lock in the identity of the leader of Dark Night Rose through elimination method if you are a level Night Traveler?"

The Killing Palace Master's eyes suddenly lit up, and he added in a rather excited tone:

"Tai Yi Sect is the largest night wandering god organization in the world. Whether it is private or official, as long as it is a gifted night wandering god, they will definitely notice it and register it.

"Through this line, we can further lock in the identity of the leader of Dark Night Rose."

She suddenly frowned: "It's just that although the Taiyi Sect and the Five Elements Alliance are both official organizations, they are not of the same mind. If you go to investigate this matter through the Five Elements Alliance, they will notice it."

When the time comes, Tai Yimen might just give some worthless information and then investigate it secretly.

This made a wedding dress for someone.

Of course, it's okay for Taiyi Sect to investigate, but most likely they won't disclose the information to them.

Unless we can develop a downline member in Taiyi Sect! Zhang Yuanqing had no good solution for a while and said:

"This matter will be discussed in the long term."

The Master of the Killing Stop Palace nodded slightly: "The most important thing for you now is the arena competition, you don't need to focus on these places."

After a pause, she suddenly asked:

"The Demon Eye King must have a purpose when he sees you. You didn't say it just now."

Zhang Yuanqing avoided looking at her.

Palace Master Zhisha's heart sank, he frowned and said, "Say!"

Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly:

"He did have a purpose when he saw me. He put a curse on me. The curse would make me become like him. Elder Dog checked my body afterwards, but he couldn't find out where the curse was hidden."

As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders were held down by the Palace Master of Killing. Immediately, his skin tingled. Looking sideways, he saw countless crawling red threads crawling out of the Palace Master's small white hands, worming their way into his body like parasites.

After a while, the red line retracted into the palace owner. She released her palm and gritted her teeth:

"Sure enough, I can't find the evil eye that is abnormal. Death is not a pity. You shouldn't see him."

Zhang Yuanqing looked solemn: "This is a matter of concern to the Palace Master. I think the risk is worth it."

The Master of the Killing Palace was stunned for a moment.

Seeing her stunned, Zhang Yuanqing stopped, stood up and said:

"Don't worry about the curse, just take it one step at a time. Palace Master, I'm leaving first."

Without waiting for her response, Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the cafe.

After walking a certain distance, he looked back and found that the lights in the cafe were still on. Unlike the previous times, the lights in the cafe were turned off as soon as he left.

"The last wave of operations was okay. It not only claimed credit, but also stopped in moderation, leaving her to slowly savor it. Although Lingjun is garbage, his method of dealing with women is indeed superb."

"I can clearly feel that her attitude towards me has changed for the better."

Zhang Yuanqing gradually moved away.

At nine o'clock the next day, he opened the official forum on time and checked the news.

Youfeng Laiyi was right. Today’s group competition was indeed cancelled. The official posted a notice on the forum:

# Due to recent adjustments to the competition, today’s arena match is canceled #

It seems that the headquarters is really planning to adjust the competition mode. Zhang Yuanqing is not worried but happy. For him, this is a good thing.

He didn't dare to talk about a one-on-one fight, but when it came to dungeons, Zhang Yuanqing was still very confident.

[Bai Long: I heard from Yuan Ting that the official plan is to throw the top eight players into the dungeon. We are currently discussing what difficulty level is appropriate for the dungeon. 】

[Please call me Queen: Ah, I heard about it yesterday, but I’m not sure. Even the loudspeakers of the Taiyi Sect say this, so it's probably true. Now that's good, Yuanshi Tianzun will definitely get the first place. 】

[Lai Ri Fang Chang: x-on:Please call me queen, do you think there is a possibility that the other seven contestants will join forces and eliminate Yuanshi Tianzun first. 】

This person always badmouths me, but what he says every time has some truth to it. The players who can reach the top eight are all smart people. The dungeon is not an arena competition. It is impossible to expect them to be fair and impartial. I really have to be careful. one time.

Zhang Yuanqing checked the comments for a while and then exited the forum. Since he didn't have to play in the group arena today, he wanted to find something to do.

He hesitated for a long time between finding Madoka and finding his mother.

If my dad is really a spiritual walker, then she has hidden a lot of things from me, which is understandable. After all, the existence of a spiritual walker is a supernatural phenomenon and it is difficult to explain in itself.

Besides, I was an ordinary college student before, so what’s the point of saying that?

If I tell her that I have become a spiritual practitioner, she might tell me about the past and how I got the headache.

It's best to wait for her to talk about this kind of thing in person after she returns to China. If the conversation on the phone is unpleasant and she hangs up directly, I can't do anything to her. And in person, I can use the insight glasses to observe her. Zhang Yuanqing chose to go see her. Madoka.

Follow the advice given by the life coach, while improving the relationship with Aunt Madoka, and at the same time understand what kind of trouble she encountered.

Wuhen Hotel, strong cold wind blows.

Madoka stood straight at the front desk, her bright face expressionless and cold, without any warm smile to greet her.

In one morning, the hotel only welcomed two groups of guests, one of which had hourly rooms.

Business is quite bleak.

There are two major considerations when choosing a hotel location. One is the nature of the business district where the location is located, and the other is the convenience of transportation.

Airports, high-speed rail stations, tourist attractions, business centers, schools, etc., all fit the above two categories.

Wuhen Hotel is a small hotel located in the suburbs. It is positioned to cater to middle- and lower-class guests. In the past few years, there were several factories nearby. Where there are factories, there will be traffic.

Business is pretty good.

Since last year, the economic environment has been sluggish, and several factories nearby have closed down one after another, making the surrounding area suddenly deserted.

With nothing to do, Madoka picked up her phone, clicked on Yuanshi Tianzun's profile picture, and entered the information:

"Who is the opponent you matched with today?"

She thought for a moment, deleted the message, and turned off her phone with an expressionless face.

At this time, the glass door of the hotel was pushed open, but there was no one at the door.

An invisible person came in.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.