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After Zhang Qiuhan and Wang Ye discussed it, Wang Ye finally felt relieved.

He told Zhang Chulan to continue to protect his family for a while and see what happens next. If nothing happens, Zhang Chulan can retreat with 100 million.

Zhang Chulan naturally has no objection to this.

Then Wang Ye called his parents again and told them that he was going to travel far for a while and tried to prevaricate them.

After Zhang Qiuhan saw Wang Ye taking care of the housework, he smiled and said:

"Mr. Ye, since there's nothing else, let's go to the office."

Wang Ye nodded, and then said solemnly:

"Brother Qiuhan, I have one more request."

Zhang Qiuhan said:

"Oh? It doesn't hurt to talk."

Wang Ye raised his eyebrows and said with a serious face:

"It's actually not a big deal."

"Can you please stop calling me from now on! I always feel like you are swearing!"

Zhang Qiuhan laughed and said:

"Hahaha, it's always good."

Wang Ye: "..."

After settling the matter on Wang Ye's side, Zhang Qiuhan agreed to let Wang Ye stay by his side and let Wang Ye keep an eye on him as he practiced Fenghou Qimen to prevent him from going crazy.

Zhang Qiuhan didn't say much about this.

Will Zhang Qiuhan become obsessed with his cultivation? Just kidding, do you think the system is a joke?

No matter what, Wang Ye had good intentions, and Zhang Qiuhan accepted this kindness.

Zhang Qiuhan drove into the van and drove Wang Ye and his group towards the western suburbs of the capital.

After Zhang Qiuhan and others walked away, a scarred man wearing a baseball cap and a scar on his face appeared in the corner of the park.

The scarred man frowned and looked at the leaving van, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

When the van disappeared, the scarred man slowly dissipated in place like snowflakes in the sun, as if he had never appeared before.

Zhang Qiuhan drove for more than an hour before arriving at the suburban office in Beijing.

I've only been away for a day or two, and all the floor tiles in the office have been brand new.

Although Zhang Qiuhan didn't call the decoration workers in the past two days, the decoration workers still came on time every morning to change the position of the floor tiles. All the floor tiles that were smashed by Xiaoxue's best friend have been replaced.

Zhang Qiuhan and his party were really tired from the past two days, and they had just walked into the office.

Liu Yanyan and Sun Wuwei slipped down in response.

Wang Ye came to the office for the first time. He didn't know the secret of the floor tiles in the office. As soon as he walked in, his foot slipped. When he was about to fall, he turned over and turned back out of the door.

Wang Ye frowned and said loudly:

"I'll wipe it! Who the hell wiped the floor so slippery?"

Liu Yanyan and others all looked at Zhang Qiuhan.

Zhang Qiuhan ignored the others and just thought happily. It was good to have received another two hundred hours of reward time.

Several people walked into the office cautiously. Zhang Qiuhan called Xiaoxue and asked Xiaoxue to arrange a room for Wang Ye.

Wang Ye was not polite and followed Xiaoxue to clean up the new room.

Liu Yanyan opened the big suitcase and released Jin Lian, and the two of them went back to the basement.

Sun Wuwei didn't pay homage to the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room in the past two days. He hurried upstairs and lit three sticks of incense on the calligraphy and painting.

Then Sun Wuwei took out his cell phone and called Zheng Xiusheng, the master of Taiyi Sect:

"Hello, Master? I've seen some incredible tricks from Mr. Zhang in the past two days."

Zheng Xiusheng on the other end of the phone was shocked:

"What? Mr. Zhang's ability to draw talismans has reached the state of transformation. Can it be improved after reaching that state?"

Sun Wuwei hurriedly explained:

"That's not true. Mr. Zhang's use of talismans is much better, which inspired me a lot."

“I think our Taiyi sect’s ‘one-elimination-one-elimination-long-talisman formation’ still has room for improvement.”

Sun Wuwei told Zheng Xiusheng about Zhang Qiuhan's thunder talisman formation that "you don't know the talisman when you are in the talisman". Zheng Xiusheng was stunned for a moment.

After a long time, Zheng Xiusheng sighed:

"This 'I don't know the talisman when I am in the talisman' seems simple, but in fact it has extremely high requirements on the number of talismans and the ability to deploy talismans."

"The spells that Mr. Zhang casts casually consume extremely terrifying spells. All the disciples of our Taiyi sect work tirelessly, and it may take several months to draw a hundred thunder symbols."

Sun Wuwei nodded. The difficulty of the spells was different, and the chances of success were also different.

For example, Sun Wuwei could draw more than ten of them in one day, such as those to ward off evil spirits, settle down the family, protect the fetus, etc.

But with spells like the Thunder Talisman and the Red Flame Talisman, you can only successfully draw one in a day.

This was only possible after getting guidance from Mr. Zhang.

Then Zheng Xiusheng on the other end of the phone continued:

"But the idea of ​​using the talisman of 'being in the talisman and not knowing the talisman' is very good. We can study it carefully."

"Wuwei, you are with Mr. Zhang. This is a rare opportunity. You must learn more from Mr. Zhang."

"If you use any clever talismans in the future, you must remember to inform the master."

Sun Wuwei nodded in agreement:

"I understand, Master."

Sun Wuwei hung up the phone, but he was not in a hurry to understand the calligraphy and painting in the room, but was wondering if he should refresh his mind.

In this battle with the people of Tiandao, except for calculating the location of the extremely Yin place, he did not help at all.

Thinking of this, Sun Wuwei turned on his mobile phone and purchased several boxes of six nuclear bombs online.

Brain replenishment is urgent.

Sun Wuwei and Liu Yanyan were both busy with their own affairs.

Before Zhang Qiuhan returned to the room, he looked back at Fa Meng.

Since last night, Fa Meng's spirit has been a little sluggish, and his mental state is not very good.

On the way back to the office today, Fa Meng remained silent. If it weren't for the occasional glare from his bald head, Zhang Qiuhan would have almost forgotten Fa Meng's existence.

Zhang Qiuhan did not rush back to the room, but silently followed Fa Meng towards the practice room.

Fa Meng didn't seem to notice anyone behind him. He just walked into the practice room without even closing the door.

Zhang Qiuhan stood outside the door, observing Fa Meng's every move.

I saw Fa Meng enter the practice room. He did not start practicing as hard as before. Instead, he sat on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated, chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Zhang Qiuhan pursed his lips. In the past, as soon as Fa Meng entered the practice room, he would hit the titanium alloy wooden dummy as if he had a grudge against it, making the whole building tremble.

Today, Fa Meng did not practice any martial arts or exercise his internal strength. Instead, he closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Somewhat abnormal.

However, there seems to be nothing wrong with the monk chanting sutras.

Zhang Qiuhan observed Fa Meng for a while. Seeing that Fa Meng seemed to be back to normal, he planned to leave and go back to his room.

Before he could turn around and leave, he suddenly heard Fa Meng sobbing.

Fa Meng, who had been reciting sutras sincerely just now, actually shed hot tears and sobbed in a low voice:

"Buddha! What did Fa Meng do wrong? Why is it that even Donor Zhang is destined to be with you, but I am not destined to be favored by Buddha!"

Zhang Qiuhan sighed and shook his head. No one could say for sure about Buddhist fate. After all, his Buddhist fate was also forced by the system.

It seems that Fa Meng can only come out on his own.

Zhang Qiuhan sighed and left.

He couldn't call him Kuchiki Donor fiercely, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.