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Ma Xiaoling stared blankly at Tan Wenjie, as if time had stood still.

Then Tan Wenjie pointed to her suitcase: "Do you want to take a look inside? Maybe your super weapon has already arrived."

"Ah."

She reopened the box, which was empty before, and it was now empty again.

"How can it be!"

Unconvinced, she closed the box again, opened it again, and closed it again, but there was still nothing inside.

“We’re finished now.” Ma Xiaoling was able to relax at this point. “I never thought I would die in 1914.”

Tan Wenjie, however, found it puzzling: "Is there any possibility?"

"What?" Ma Xiaoling asked.

Tan Wenjie: "I'm too strong, so there was no need for you to throw your box out."

After a moment of silence, Ma Xiaoling said, "You really are his past life; you're just as narcissistic."

"I'm not a happy ghost, how could I be someone else's past life?"

Tan Wenjie stood up and glanced out the window.

The worm-like zombies roamed wildly, and it's no exaggeration to say that any living thing that strayed into them would be instantly torn to shreds.

"What's your idea?" Ma Xiaoling asked.

Tan Wenjie replied matter-of-factly, "With such nice weather, of course we'll use lightning magic to strike down the zombies."

"Lei Fa is probably..."

She shook her head, but suddenly realized that the sky outside had darkened, and there was almost no light at all. It was as if the whole town was suffocated by an overturned pot, completely blocking out the sun.

In a pitch-black room where you can't see your hand in front of your face.

"Click."

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the town.

At the same time, the pale, corpse-like faces piled up outside the window were also illuminated.

Even Ma Xiaoling, who had seen many zombies, couldn't help but feel her heart racing. They had been discovered by the horde of zombies outside.

Ma Xiaoling took a deep breath: "Do you really have a way?"

Tam Man-kit asked, "Do you want to keep one as a souvenir?"

"Only a fool would keep that kind of stuff!"

"Boom!" A thunderous sound exploded in the sky.

A lightning bolt, descending from the dark clouds, struck the running zombie precisely, pinning it to the ground with a clang. The taut bolt of lightning flashed, completely enveloping the zombie in electric light.

The consequence for Tan Wenjie was a deduction of 1000 points of mana.

These Gu worm zombies, comparable to second-generation zombies, are not as easy to eliminate as they seem. Putting aside their individual offensive methods, their powerful regenerative abilities ensure that they can quickly recover unless killed in one hit.

Therefore, the only way is to use absolute power to annihilate it in an instant, without giving it any chance to recover.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Chains of lightning pierced the ground, the sheer density of the lightning dazzling to the average person, resembling spears that precisely struck the zombies.

The ground was violently blasted open again and again by thunder.

The number of zombies has decreased sharply.

Ma Xiaoling couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Is this your lightning magic?"

She realized she had guessed wrong; the Tan Wenjie of 2004 might not have been as powerful as the Tan Wenjie of 1914.

Tan Wenjie: "Isn't Thunder Magic something that anyone can do with their hands?"

He's still taking it easy, otherwise he might accidentally alter the terrain, and it's quite normal to have an extra inland lake or one or two fewer mountains.

"..."

When Uncle Nine and the others who were maintaining the formation outside saw the dark clouds covering the entire town, they got up on their own.

“Ah Jie, he’s gotten even stronger.”

"Yes," Master Four Eyes couldn't help but recall, "Back then, I was sitting with him discussing magic, who knew that in the blink of an eye..."

Several other people nodded.

They had seen geniuses before, but Tan Wenjie completely surpassed them. When they first became his disciples, they didn't even dare to dream of such a thing.

The inverted cauldron of dark clouds covering the entire town burst into lightning. A spot on the bottom of the cauldron lit up, signifying the release of a bolt of lightning. In just a few breaths, the entire "black cauldron" transformed into a "lightning cauldron."

"Pfft."

Qiu Sheng looked at Uncle Jiu and the others and couldn't help but cover his mouth.

"Hahahaha!" Wen Cai laughed even more wildly.

"What..." Uncle Nine was about to reprimand his apprentice with a dark face when he saw that Four Eyes and the others' hair was standing on end.

"Pfft...cough cough." He forced himself to suppress a laugh, then reached up and scratched his hair.

"The power of the thunder magic has spread beyond the town; let's retreat further away."

"it is good."

After a while, the thunder and lightning stopped.

The entire town of Zhuxian was reduced to ruins, except for the spot where Tan Wenjie and his companion had settled, which still retained its intact bricks and tiles.

"Aren't you going to seal the formation?" Tan Wenjie reminded him.

Ma Xiaoling snapped out of her daze and nodded, "Yes."

As she walked out, she wondered if the destructive power of the formation after it was activated would have reached the level she was seeing if she hadn't come.

I could still hear the sound of thunder, and I experienced a series of auditory hallucinations.

I couldn't help but glance back and saw that Tan Wenjie was holding a tree branch and poking at the charred remains of a zombie.

With one tap, the coke completely weathers away.

Ma Xiaoling: "..."

The sealing process was very easy.

“I want to take you back to 2004.” Ma Xiaoling came to Tan Wenjie’s side.

"I have someone more suitable to recommend. What do you think of those people outside?"

The strength of Uncle Nine and his companions is in no way inferior to that of Mao Xiaofang and Madana from another world, and they are a formidable force that cannot be ignored when facing zombies.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go; when Ma Xiaoling appeared and specifically asked to take him away, Tan Wenjie knew that he had entered the script of "fate."

If the other party is not completely eliminated, this world, which I consider my last resort, may have to be completely abandoned.

There are too many things left here; I can't let them go.

“You don’t know how much of a role you can play.” Ma Xiaoling shook her head. “I can bring you back. The person I know will definitely not stand idly by.”

Tam Man-kit: "Don't try to morally blackmail me!"

Does he really think he's some kind of ancient relic from 1914, or does he think he's not the 21st-century Tan Wenjie and is trying to fool himself?

I was exactly the same person I am now back then.

He won't be fooled so easily.

Why did it take you so long to come with me?

"Touch your leg."

"roll!"

With dark expressions, Ma Xiaoling and Tan Wenjie walked out of the town together, only to be met by a group of hedgehog-like sea urchin-like creatures.

"Father-in-law, what a great hairstyle!" Tan Wenjie praised, giving a thumbs up.

"Ahem, I'm getting a little tired of my previous hairstyle." Ao Tianlong coughed lightly, sounding somewhat awkward.

"Father-in-law?" Ma Xiaoling caught the key information.

“Yes, Brother Jie is already married,” Qiu Sheng immediately chimed in. “He’s married four wives.”

Wen Cai nodded vigorously, "He's very popular with women." Those two bastards were actually puncturing their own tires.

Tan Wenjie's nostrils flared outwards, and he planned to turn back and find two male ghosts to transform into women to seduce them, so that they would experience the wickedness of human nature.

“While we acknowledge that Brother Jie is outstanding,” Qiu Sheng cleared his throat, “he’s not the only young talent in the supernatural world. You can look at others, for example…”

Wen Cai straightened his back, chin raised, and stepped forward: "Me!"

Qiu Sheng said, "Wen Cai, don't tell lame jokes at a time like this."

However, Ma Xiaoling's reaction surprised the two of them.

"Oh." She simply nodded calmly.

"Holy crap, this works?!" X2
The two men looked at Tan Wenjie with admiration. They had previously thought that Tan Wenjie only used his handsome face, strong abilities, abundant wealth, and stupid women to pick up girls, and they believed that they could do the same, or even do it better.

But what I saw today seems a little different. There shouldn't be that many mindless women in the world.

Tan Wenjie gave the two of them an arrogant and confident smile.

Even if Ma Xiaoling was unhappy, she would try to console herself by thinking of Tan Wenjie as the reincarnation of the man from 2004. In 1914, it was normal for a wealthy man to have four wives.

Not to mention Tan Wenjie, some of the local gentry and elders next door started getting married in their teens and could stay married until they were eighty.

"They are all very gentle. I'll introduce them to you another day," Tan Wenjie nodded to Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling said coldly, "Not interested."

It's fine to let her accept that Tan Wenjie's "past life" involved marrying four wives, but it's better to let them get to know each other; she'll definitely feel so frustrated at night that she won't be able to sleep.

Even without the curse that prevents women of the Ma family from shedding tears, she wouldn't make a fool of herself.

"Let's go." Ma Xiaoling got on her motorcycle and turned to look at Tan Wenjie.

"What are you doing here?" Ao Tianlong asked in confusion.

"She invited me to save the world in 2004."

"Damn, Brother Jie, how could you come up with such an outrageous reason in front of your father-in-law?" Qiu Sheng once again gave him a look of admiration.

They are far less capable of lying through their teeth.

Ao Tianlong took a deep breath and nodded: "Be careful on your journey."

They knew they couldn't be of much help.

"Don't worry, I'll run away if I can't beat them." Tan Wenjie straddled the back of the motorcycle and said, "Help me go back to the Tan residence and tell them that I'm going away for a few months. When I'm done with my work, I'll bring gifts for Caiyi, Rourou, Tingting, Xiaoshuang, Min'er, Zhuzhu, Nianying, Shenyu, Jingjing...

"Boom! Boom!!" Ma Xiaoling gritted her teeth, gripping the clutch tightly with her left hand and twisting the accelerator with her right.

He shifted gears with his left foot, jerked off the clutch with his left hand, and the motorcycle flew off almost like a catapult.

"Ouch!" Tan Wenjie cried out as he climbed onto Ma Xiaoling's back.

Ma Xiaoling was suddenly hugged by a strong body, her waist wrapped around his arm. She froze, exclaiming, "What are you doing!"

"How can you blame me?"

"asshole!"

The motorcycle carrying the two disappeared in 1914.

The remaining Uncle Nine and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai: "Did they really go to the future?"

They initially thought it was just talk.

“Yes,” Uncle Nine and the others nodded.

Time travel is not without a trace; it can be done once one's magical powers reach a certain level. However, this was the first time they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

"I wonder what that era was like."

"You'll see it when you're 90 years old."

"Forget it, he's over a hundred years old, he'll still pee on his pants." Qiu Sheng shook his head.

"..."*N
With the problem of the zombie town resolved, they tacitly parted ways.

Master Yixiu is going on a journey, Master Simu is going to see off a client, and Aotianlong is going to Tanjia Town to personally tell his daughter that his son-in-law has run off with a woman.

He wasn't trying to cause trouble.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai walked at the very back, helped the car up, and then packed their things.

"I really envy Brother Jie," Wen Cai sighed as he rolled up the yellow cloth.

"What's there to envy?" Qiu Sheng asked, puzzled.

Wen Cai said, "That lady wasn't wearing pants, does that mean women born after 90 all like to show off their long legs?"

"Hiss, that makes sense!" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but drift into daydreams as well. "It would be great if we could go with them."

"Yes."

……

"If you dare touch my leg, I'll cut off your hand."

"I can't hug your waist, I can't grab your legs, what if I fall?"

"Figure it out yourself!"

After Ma Xiaoling threatened him again in a stern tone, Tan Wenjie finally stopped making a move.

At the same time, he had already made up his mind that unless necessary, he should try to pretend that he was just an ordinary, somewhat handsome old man from 1914, otherwise Ma Xiaoling might really use the Ma family's divine dragon to bombard him indiscriminately.

White lies are all temporary compromises made to save the world.

"Boom!" The motorcycle came to a stop.

They have arrived in 2004.

The engine is turned off.

The waiting bar is just ahead.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the bar has completely changed.

"You'll stay here for now." Ma Xiaoling had no intention of taking him home.

Tan Wenjie didn't say anything, but quickly turned his head to look.

A pair of eyes seemingly calmly swept across the surrounding buildings and streets, but in reality, they had completely captured the entire area within a thousand miles.

Ghosts, zombies, and monsters still lurk among humans.

There are even quite a few of them.

"What, are you curious?" Ma Xiaoling's lips curled up, as if she had finally found a way to beat Tan Wenjie.

He's just a country bumpkin from 90 years ago; dealing with him would be a piece of cake.

Tan Wenjie then asked, "Is there a toilet?"

"This way."

She followed Ma Xiaoling upstairs and waited outside after Tan Wenjie went into the restroom.

I waited patiently, hoping to hear a cry for help coming from inside the restroom. But after a few minutes, Tan Wenjie came out wiping his hands with a tissue.

"How did you..."

“You mean toilets? Looks like you’re not very good at history. Toilets existed as early as 1914. But I was the first one to install one in Tanjia Town,” Tan Wenjie said with a sigh. “I had to ask an old acquaintance of mine in Shanghai for help.”

Ma Xiaoling: "So, I don't need to introduce you to the microwave, refrigerator, TV, and air conditioner? I have something to do, so you can rest tonight and I'll come find you tomorrow."

"Walk slowly~"

Tan Wenjie waved his hand and walked to the sofa next to him.

However, not long after Ma Xiaoling left, she felt a little regretful. She had brought the person back from 90 years ago, and now she turned around and left without saying a word.

People from ancient times would be helpless in modern society and would certainly go hungry, especially after just experiencing a fierce battle.

It could even be said that it helped him a lot.

However, when Ma Xiaoling turned back and knocked on the door, she found Tan Wenjie enjoying a hearty meal.

"How did you..."

"Hey, it's a takeout order. Want to eat together?" (End of Chapter)