On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

When the man-cow's eyes looked over again, I felt that he looked like an acquaintance.

"Boss, does he know us?"

At this time, the man was only a few meters away from us, but he stopped not far away and just stared at us blankly.

Zhang Lingchuan looked at him suspiciously and asked him.

"you know me?"

I saw a hint of complicated emotions in that man-cow.

With hidden tears, he suddenly bent down and wrote with difficulty on the ground with his fingers.

I looked at the pile of words on the ground and frowned, but I could only recognize one.

"What Yang? What flower?"

"What does it mean?"

The moment Zhang Lingchuan lowered his head and saw those words, he felt suddenly.

"Suyanghua?"

"Are you Nanyin Kuangdao Zheng Xiangbei?"

The man-ox suddenly fell to his knees with a plop, stretched out his hand and beat his chest hard.

He wanted to shout, but he could only make a sound like a beast's roar.

Zheng Xiangbei, who used to be fearless and fearless, who dared to kill all the demons in the world with a butcher's knife on his shoulder, has now become half human and half beast.

The cold wind slowly missed the hills, and Zhang Lingchuan and I could only wait in silence for him to vent.

He slapped the body wildly.

It seems like this is all it takes to get rid of this form.

I couldn't bear it, so I turned around and asked Wei Wuji.

"Uncle Wei, is there any way we can restore him to his previous appearance?"

Wei Wuji's eyes were filled with sadness and he slowly shook his head.

"If I had a way, I would have helped him long ago."

"Nanyin Kuangdao, I have heard of his name. He is a very good kid."

"Originally, I was thinking that if I had the chance, I would recruit him into the Special Investigation Bureau."

Things are unpredictable.

The mad sword that once slayed demons without mercy has now become like this.

It's lucky that he didn't go crazy.

Gradually, after Zheng Xiangbei calmed down, we learned the whole story from Wei Wuji's mouth.

After Zheng Xiangbei got Suyang Flower from the ghost market, he went all the way back home to treat his son.

Although Suyanghua is useful, it must be taken for a long time.

As a result, Zheng Xiangbei had to hurry up and make money before he could buy Suyang Flower at a high price again.

It was at this time that Jiang Shichen approached Zheng Xiangbei.

When he was in the black market, almost everyone in Xuanmen treated Jiang Shichen with respect.

Only this Zheng Xiangbei dared to choke him directly.

So Jiang Shichen hated Zheng Xiangbei.

He asked someone to lure Zheng Xiangbei into the laboratory on the pretext of paying a high price to solve a troublesome problem.

We can probably guess what happens next.

With Jiang Shichen's behavior, Zheng Xiangbei will definitely suffer a lot.

My nose felt sour, and I really felt that it was a pity that Zheng Xiangbei, a man who was upright and upright, ended up in this situation.

Zhang Lingchuan was silent for a long time before he said a word.

"The Jiang family deserves death!"

Then, he bent down and asked Zheng Xiangbei.

"Don't you like staying here?"

"Would you like to follow me down the mountain? I have a place where you can live in peace of mind, and no one will come to disturb you..."

Zheng Xiangbei looked depressed and shook his head slightly.

I think he must not want others to know what he looks like now.

Wei Wuji interrupted Zhang Lingchuan.

"Forget it, if he doesn't want to go, don't force it."

"You might as well stay on this mountain and keep company with this old man like me."

Zhang Lingchuan saw that Zheng Xiangbei was unwilling to go down the mountain, so he did not force him.

"Well, when you want to leave with me one day, come to Funeral Street to find me."

After saying this, we were ready to go back.

At this moment, he suddenly knelt down in our direction.

I asked suspiciously.

"Is there something you want to tell us?"

"Still want to ask us for help?"

He raised his face, his eyes full of tears.

But he couldn't say a word.

When Wei Wuji saw us all looking at him, he was also embarrassed.

"It all depends on what I do. I don't know what he wants to say."

"How about this, how about we all take a guess. If we guess right, you nod. If we guess wrong, you shake your head."

Zheng Xiangbei nodded.

Zhang Lingchuan asked him: "Do you want us to avenge you?"

"Jiang Shichen is dead in the Demon Suppression Tower."

"I don't know where Jiang Tai'an has fled to, but no matter how powerful the Jiang family is, I will not let him run rampant for too long."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiangbei shook his head.

Don't you want us to avenge him?

Zhang Lingchuan was not sure now.

"If it's not revenge, then what is it?"

I looked at Wei Wuji again.

After all, after Zheng Xiangbei was rescued, he spent more time with Wei Wuji.

Maybe Wei Wuji could guess what he wanted to say.

After we guessed several things wrong in succession, Wei Wuji asked him.

"Is it related to your son?"

This time, Zheng Xiangbei nodded.

I also remembered: "Boss, you said before that Zheng Xiangbei has a son who has been possessed by Yin Qi since he was a child and was tortured to the point of death."

"He needs something extremely yang to hang on to."

Wei Wuji nodded: "In this regard, he is very similar to your boss. He has been relying on a bunch of extremely yang things to survive for so many years."

I looked at Zhang Lingchuan in surprise.

Hang yourself?

"He is so full of life, there is no need to risk his life."

Zhang Lingchuan raised his hand and knocked me: "Talk too much."

Wei Wuji raised his eyes slightly, turned around and took out paper and pen from his broken coffee table.

"Do you want to ask them to pick up your son?"

"You might as well take a pen and paper and write down your child's name and address."

Zheng Xiangbei did not move, but turned to look at Zhang Lingchuan.

Until Zhang Lingchuan patted his chest and assured him.

"You write down the address and I'll leave that night."

"When the time comes, I will take him to my incense shop and I will find a way to treat him."

Zheng Xiangbei then picked up the pen and wrote a few lines of words on the paper.

It was an unknown mountain village.

His son's name is Zheng Yuan.

After Zhang Lingchuan accepted the note, he put it in his pocket: "Don't worry, I'll leave tonight."

This time when I went down the mountain, I felt very complicated.

Zheng Xiangbei was carrying the butcher's knife, and his majestic appearance was still vivid in his mind.

I didn't expect that when we met again, he would already look like this.

Back in the funeral street, we were going to pack up our things and head to the small mountain village.

After all, Zheng Xiangbei's son is frail and sick, and if he is delayed for another day, he will be in greater danger.

Just at this moment, a black and gold envelope appeared at the door of the incense shop.

"It's strange that people still write letters these days?"

I bent down and was about to pick it up, but I heard Zhang Lingchuan yell: "Don't move."

I'm at a loss.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

He looked at the envelope on the ground with a complicated expression and spoke coldly.

"The invitation letter that invited me to go to the Immortal Tomb to support pots and pour buckets also looked like this."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Not so much."

"Is it possible that I want to invite you to the Immortal Tomb again?"