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Chapter 146 Return to Fate 4

Chapter 146 Return to Fate 4
This might be a prequel world.

Zhang Feng was somewhat dazed, never expecting that he had actually stepped into the story of the "distinguished guest".
This awkward feeling is so bizarre.

Simply, I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Let's wait for the mission first and see if we can find the guest from [Detective Prequel].

I thought to myself.

Zhang Feng began to examine the handwriting again, trying to find some 'possible information' within it.

Then, we can deduce whether the guests are related to the mission.

Because, if this were truly the world of criminal police.

So the guest at the table must be someone who enjoys 'riddles'.

Perhaps one of the messages he left is related to the current task.

I looked around, but there was nothing there.

It really is all martial arts, no riddles.

That makes it even more of a riddle.

Where exactly is the crisis?

Zhang Feng couldn't figure it out, and then he saw that it was already evening.

Crash-

The young man also put down his backpack, which contained some dried bread and dried meat.

"Brother Zhang, you can keep these."

He handed these to Zhang Feng, saying, "We're going down the mountain to go back."

They still felt bad about the previous hundred yuan, but since Zhang Feng didn't want the money, they tried their best to keep something that would be useful to Brother Zhang.

For example, food.

The three siblings thought that Brother Zhang was "very greedy".

"Then let's go together."

Zhang Feng had no better ideas, so he simply followed the lead of world-renowned figures.

"Together?" the man asked curiously. "Brother Zhang, where are you going?"

"Where are you going?" Zhang Feng wanted to ask, but felt it wasn't right, so he said in other words, "Just wandering around. We're here to relax and travel."

"Great! Let's go together then?" The young man was very happy to hear that Brother Zhang had no destination in mind.

He completely forgot that he hadn't wanted to stay with Zhang Feng for long in the first place.

When my younger sister saw this, she felt that this was the kind of personal charm the teacher had been talking about.

……

We left the dilapidated temple.

Zhang Feng ate the chewy jerky while looking around the woods.

At this moment, Zhang Feng missed the rats and the tigers and leopards of the Trial World.

The main idea is to be unreserved and to go all out from the start.

That would be much simpler: either they die, or the others die.

This is also because the world is too short, and it is a prequel + a special world.

Now, ten hours have passed in the blink of an eye.

There's no danger yet.

Zhang Feng, however, was a little unaccustomed to it.

They're even still speculating.

Could the 'murderer' have been killed on the way here?

This has happened before.

That guy in the Hong Kong World Hunt, he died before I could even get to him.

In a world that has been "reversed," the course of fate within it may also shift somewhat.

Zhang Feng felt that this idea was quite reliable.

……

It was 11:30 p.m.

After wandering around for a while, Zhang Feng and the other two finally left the mountains and came to a highway in the suburbs.

There are very few cars here, and with four of us, no one dares to park here so late at night.

So the only way is to walk.

The nearest village is more than ten miles away from here.

In addition, the group had been wandering in the woods for a long time, so the walk was quite tiring.

At least the three siblings are in serious trouble.

"Brother, how about we just make do with sleeping on the roadside for the night?"

The young man was tired from walking and suggested that he sleep nearby.

The man was also yawning frequently, clearly exhausted.

The younger sister's eyelids were completely drooping, and she was being half-supported by her two older brothers, walking around as if sleepwalking.

at the same time.

Zhang Feng looked at them and felt that forcing them to continue their journey was no longer a reliable strategy.

Fortunately, it's early autumn, and the temperature is quite pleasant.

Find a place to lie down and sleep in the wild, and sprinkle some insect repellent water on it; that would be fine.

"Go sleep over there." Zhang Feng pointed to the road ahead. The terrain was flat on one side of the road, and a little further out, there was a small hill.

That way, even if a car leaves the lane, it won't run over us or others.

But as the group was walking in that direction, a large truck pulled over and stopped on the side of the road.

Others have also taken a liking to this great place.

As expected of someone in the same industry as me, they have excellent judgment.

However, as Zhang Feng and his group walked straight past, the truck seemed to pause for a moment before restarting and driving off.

The driver was afraid that Zhang Feng and his group were robbing people.

Once we get here, we climb the small earthen slope.

As if experiencing a final burst of energy, the younger sister took out a small blanket from her backpack and carefully spread it out for her three older brothers.

After the blanket was laid out, she lay down on it and fell asleep.

The man then took out a bed sheet from another bag and shared it with Zhang Feng and the young man.

I didn't bring enough, so I guess I'll just have to make do; it only covers my stomach.

……

blah blah...

In sleep.

I don't know what time it is.

Zhang Feng heard footsteps approaching.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhang Feng instinctively stood up on guard and looked in the direction from which the footsteps came.

Under the moonlight, there was a middle-aged man.

He was carrying a short knife and his physique was probably at the level of a drug dealer.

'Is he the one causing the crisis?'

Zhang Feng sized him up warily.

"What a quick reaction!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise after seeing Zhang Feng get up. "If I didn't already have a disciple, I would be interested in taking you as my apprentice."

But no more.

"Hurry up and hand over your money."

The middle-aged man's tone didn't sound like that of a robber; rather, it sounded like he was short of money, which was why he was about to commit robbery.

However, Zhang Feng understood that giving money would also mean certain death.

Because of the man's tone, it was clear that he was going to kill him to silence him.

"What's wrong..." The young man and the man woke up groggily when they heard the voice, and then they saw the middle-aged man walking towards them with a knife.

At that moment, they were wide awake.

"you!"

They wanted to scream.

The middle-aged man rushed over and slashed at Zhang Feng, who posed the greatest threat, with his knife.

Zhang Feng was about to make a move, but then the moonlight shone on the middle-aged man's face.

Zhang Feng didn't hesitate; he quickly seized the middle-aged man's knife and pinned him to the ground.

But in my heart.

Zhang Feng was somewhat surprised.
'Master Ling?'

This middle-aged man is Master Ling of the Yu Shen World, the number one in the world.

But in this world, how come he's just a 'low-level bandit'?
This change is too drastic. He's not even as good as Brother Wang She. At the very least, he's a more ruthless drug dealer.

"Ah!" At this moment, the young man and the others also shouted, waking up their younger sister as well.

However, they were also surprised by Zhang Feng's counterattack with his bare hands.

Zhang Feng didn't want to talk to them much; his attention was more focused on Master Ling, who was pleading for mercy.
"You say you have a disciple, who is he? Is his surname Yu?"

"You... how do you know my disciple's surname?" Master Ling was no longer begging for mercy, but was filled with shock.

"You guys go first." Zhang Feng didn't answer him, but looked at his watch. It was five o'clock at night.

There are only five hours left until we return.

And now that the 'crisis' has been identified, the next step is to find another one.

Searching alone is faster than bringing people along.

"Okay..." When the young man heard Zhang Feng's words and saw that knives were being used, he actually wanted to leave.

Because, to them, it seemed like Brother Zhang knew this person.
So they didn't ask many questions and didn't want to get involved in these terrifying things. They simply grabbed the blankets and left.

Only after watching them leave did Zhang Feng turn his attention to Master Ling, whom he had captured.

"Your disciple's full name, his current appearance, and where he is now."

“I…” Master Ling hesitated.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng suddenly exerted force with his hand and snapped one of his arms with a crack.
"His name, his appearance, and where he is."

……

Back on the highway.

It was Zhang Feng alone.

Master Ling has already been 'buried' to death.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was also very upset.

Because I'd rather find a 'distinguished guest' in this world.

However, the previous brick-throwing martial arts technique contained no location information whatsoever.

Then, when I tried to find it myself, it was indeed difficult.

Or should we go back to the dilapidated temple and wait?

Zhang Feng pondered, trying his best to recall something about the phone call at that time.

But after a century, I can't really remember some of the details.

However, I vaguely remember that he and that close friend traveled all over the country.

It's basically a replica of 'Boss Long and His Guests' from the world of The Captain.

The two of them were always running around.

Moreover, the writing on the dilapidated temple, as well as the marks on the floor tiles, haven't been renewed in a long time.

The two have probably started traveling and won't be coming back.

I thought to myself.

Zhang Feng then turned his gaze to the southwest, where the strange spirit that Master Ling mentioned was located.

The opposite of a dilapidated temple.

Now, it's time to make a choice.

I know Zhang Feng very well.

First, it is necessary to strengthen oneself, to care about oneself, and to be faithful to the divine.

After that, the guests did not believe it.

Don't think about it.

Zhang Feng went directly to where Yu Shen was.

Because time is running out, there's no time to waste.

There are still more than 60 miles to go.

It's almost 6 o'clock now, so there are still a little over four hours left.

……

They walked along the road for about half an hour. They couldn't flag down a car, but a farmer parked his tractor next to Zhang Feng, who was trying to stop them, and said warmly, "Fellow villager, are you going to town?"

"Thank you, master."

Zhang Feng sat directly in the back of the truck; finally, he had a vehicle.

……

Toot—

After a long and bumpy journey.

Zhang Feng arrived in town at nine o'clock in the morning.

"Freshly picked vegetables..."

It's morning now, and there are quite a few people coming to town to sell vegetables.

“Steamed buns…” There were also breakfast stalls at the entrance of town.

Zhang Feng felt that he still had more than ten yuan in his pocket, so he bought some steamed buns and soy milk.

Then, despite the tractor driver waving his hand in refusal, he insisted on giving him some.

They kept some for themselves to eat before heading into town.

The destination is the 'Hexi Town Inn'.

After asking several pedestrians along the way, we arrived at the entrance of this inn.

Zhang Feng walked in and looked at the owner behind the counter.

"Master, check on someone, Yu Henglin."

"You?" The boss was somewhat wary.

“I’m his uncle. He ran away with the family’s money,” Zhang Feng said casually, taking out his leather wallet, opening it slightly, and flashing it in front of him.

There was his ID card and a few business cards inside, but they were moving too fast for him to see clearly.

"Wait a minute, let me check the books." The boss believed him and actually wanted to see the family drama of an uncle beating his nephew.

Upon investigation, he shook his head and said, "No one with the surname Yu lives here."

“Then he probably registered under a fake name and used a fake ID.” Zhang Feng gestured roughly. “He’s about twenty years old…”

Zhang Feng, a former criminal police officer, described the situation quite vividly.

In addition, the boss has paper and pens here.

Zhang Feng sketched it out briefly.

Fortunately, Yu Shen is handsome, like a celebrity, and the way he draws is very authentic.

"No..." the boss shook his head again.

But after a few seconds, he seemed to remember something and said, "Just over ten minutes ago, two people dragged someone past the door, as if they came from inside to arrest someone."

The person who was detained looks a lot like the big star you drew.

"Where are they?" Zhang Feng asked.

"They went to the right," the boss pointed outside.

"Thank you." Zhang Feng didn't linger and went straight out, heading southeast.

And every hundred meters, I would ask the roadside stall owners which direction the conspicuous 'ti-liu' was going.

They walked more than 400 meters like this.

Zhang Feng stopped asking questions because he saw seven or eight people gathered in front of a teahouse, talking quietly.

It seemed like something was going on there.

Zhang Feng walked over and followed the gaze of these people to look at the small teahouse in front of him.

The teahouse has its windows open.

Looking through the window, Zhang Feng saw two elderly people who looked to be around eighty years old sitting inside.

One of them was a guest of honor.

I didn't expect to see him here.

now.

Zhang Feng found it interesting and looked at him more closely, seeing him smiling as he offered tea to the old man opposite him.

Opposite him was a Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe.

There was a little mouse on his shoulder.

How could the guest's "closest friend" be the Immortal of Lingshan?

Zhang Feng paused for a moment when he saw this scene.

I really didn't expect that.

You should know that in the world of the train conductor, the passenger is a rat killer who goes around killing rats and even wants to kill the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain.

But upon closer reflection, it seems to make a lot of sense?
Could it be that Fellow Daoist Lingshan pointed out the guest's delusional desire to become an immortal?
Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense.

Zhang Feng seemed to have figured something out, but judging from their current physical condition, neither of them was in good health.

Ling Shan Da Xian is number 15, and Zuo Shang Ke is number 22.

They probably haven't figured out the 'visceral resonance method' yet.

Zhang Feng vaguely remembered that the martial arts skills of the guests were only developed after the death of his 'close friend, the Great Immortal of Lingshan'.

This world has no spiritual energy, so it is impossible to cultivate spirituality and become an immortal.

The Great Immortal of Lingshan showed no signs of cultivating spiritual energy.

Let's take another look at the rat on the shoulder of the Lingshan Immortal.

Let's leave it for now.

Furthermore, even if it achieves mastery in its cultivation, the guest of honor will likely intervene even if it doesn't make a move itself.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng entered the teahouse and walked straight toward the two of them.

As they drew closer, Zhang Feng spotted another familiar face – the very same Yu Shen he was looking for.

He is now bound hand and foot, unconscious, and lying next to the guests.

Just now, I was outside the teahouse, and he was blocked by the railing.

They didn't notice him under the table.

'Three familiar faces, one familiar rat, and Ling, the curator I killed.'

And looking at Yu Shen's appearance, he was being held captive by the guests who were fiercely opposed to evil.

The master and disciple are probably not far from reuniting on the road to the underworld.

Zhang Feng found it amusing and strode over to the two of them.

"you……?"

When the Great Immortal of Lingshan saw strangers standing next to them, he showed a strange expression.

"Are you from the Public Security Bureau?" The guest, seeing Zhang Feng's undisguised heroic bearing, burst into hearty laughter and pointed to the eccentric figure at his feet.

"This person, relying on his martial arts skills, indiscriminately killed innocent people."

My best friend and I chased it for many days, and today it finally came down.

I just had my child report the incident to the police nearby; I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly.

As he spoke, he looked around, searching for his child.

Upon hearing the word "child," Zhang Feng knew that he was most likely referring to a businessman.

Simultaneously.

Zhang Feng thought for a few seconds and then stopped thinking about it.

"Boss, do you have paper and pen?" Zhang Feng didn't want to say anything unrelated to the topic. He was preparing to write down the secret manual for the two of them right now, because time was running out.

Even if it's a bit abrupt, so be it.

"I guess they'll ask us to give some kind of testimony." Master Lingshan thought it was a written record, and he asked the guests to tone down their江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) manner and become more serious.

Zhang Feng ignored them, took the paper and pen the boss brought, and began to write furiously at a speed that ordinary people could not do.

The two were astonished by Zhang Feng's writing speed, realizing that Zhang Feng was definitely a master!

Zhang Feng remained silent, trying his best to clearly explain the internal energy resonance and martial arts.

With their level of understanding, all they needed was this one introduction.

By the time I finished writing, I had filled more than half of the hundred-page notebook.

After their initial surprise, the two guests looked at Zhang Feng with curiosity, wondering what he was doing.
Zhang Feng did a final check, and after confirming there were no mistakes, he first looked at the Great Immortal of Lingshan.

“You have a problem with your lungs, but I have a set of exercises for your internal organs.”

Once you are familiar with it, first train your heart and liver, then strengthen your lungs; this can cure lung diseases.

If you cannot achieve resonance, this book also contains remedies I left behind that can cure your ailments.

"How did you know I have a problem with my lungs?" Ling Shan Da Xian frowned, feeling that Zhang Feng was no longer just a master, but rather somewhat mysterious and uncanny!
Zhang Feng ignored his astonishment and looked again at the guest whose expression had become serious.

"If he doesn't die, you'll never be able to cultivate immortality."

We agreed to discuss the Dao together down the mountain, but you left so hastily.

"What do you mean?" The guest felt that this outrageous expert seemed to be acting a little strangely.

What cultivation?
Has this expert gone mad?
He actually wants to become an immortal?
"Never mind." Zhang Feng saw the puzzled look on the guests' faces, but felt that explaining would be too troublesome. "I don't know why either."

When I met you guys before, I always felt like we didn't have much to talk about.

But today I want to talk to you about a lot of things, but I don't know what to talk about.

It feels like there are so many things we don't know how to talk about.

At this point, Zhang Feng suddenly asked the guest at the table, "Are you still considered a guest of honor?"

"Huh?" The guest abruptly stood up from his bench. "Who are you? How do you know my nickname?"

Zhang Feng ignored him and instead looked at the more wary Ling Shan Da Xian.
"Fellow Daoist, is your Daoist title the Great Immortal of Lingshan?"

"Who are you?" The Great Immortal of Lingshan was also startled and suddenly stood up, standing to one side with the guests.

Because only the two of them know their nicknames!

"Squeak..."

At this moment, the little mouse crawled into the sleeve of the Great Immortal of Lingshan.

"Don't be afraid, you're a prisoner," the Great Immortal of Lingshan comforted his pet.

"Prisoner, honored guest, and immortal of Lingshan" were the jokes the two exchanged when they first met in the small town of Lingshan about this mouse.

At that time.

The Great Immortal of Lingshan wandered around the city, and fearing that the rats would run away, he put them in small cages.

The guests at the banquet also toured the city and immediately recognized Ling Shan Da Xian, with whom he had "befriended at the dilapidated temple," in the crowd. Pointing at the rat, they jokingly remarked...

'Is it your prisoner?'

The Great Immortal of Lingshan also recognized the guest of honor, saying, "You are my guest of honor."

The guests burst into laughter, saying, "This rat is quite intelligent, and my friend is dressed as a Taoist priest; could he be a great immortal from these mountains?"

They only said this joking remark once.

Zhang Feng was unaware of these past events.

But when you see how wary they are right now.

Zhang Feng laughed.

"Honored guest, you recognized me at a glance, but I only recognized you from a photo."

I've never said this to you before.

But now, you didn't recognize me, but I recognized you immediately.

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the Great Immortal of Lingshan again.
"Farewell, fellow Daoist Lingshan."

Puzzle appeared on their expressions.

Time seems to be slowing down.

blah blah...

Slow footsteps echoed from the entrance of the teahouse.