Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

"Heh, a low-quality magic talisman, can it outrun me?"

After he finished speaking, Fang Wu kicked the ground and sped away.

Flames flashed from Fang Si's fingertips, and he casually fired a fireball that directly hit the man with a crew cut who was trying to escape.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The figure in the flames rolled and wailed, the ferocious fire burned rapidly, one wave more intense than the other, penetrating into the bone marrow.

Zhixin's eyes were filled with the blazing flames not far away, the smell of burning corpses filled his nose, and his expression was dazed and trance-like.

The tinnitus was like the silence of heaven, with a mysterious low voice buzzing in it. She covered her ears in unbearable pain.

The skin and flesh of the burned person had been burned away, revealing the white bones inside. At this time, the exposed eyeballs looked over. The will to survive made him crawl towards Zhixin, and his mouth was full of anxious breath:

"save……"

Zhixin's eyes widened and he stumbled back.

The hand in the flames was completely crushed into powder before it could be stretched out, and the fallen mask also turned into ashes.

Fang Wu also came back carrying a bloody person. The seemingly compassionate mask was stained with blood, like tears of blood.

He excitedly shouted to Fang Si: "Brother Si, thank you for your help."

Zhixin couldn't bear it anymore. The smell of blood and burnt human protein came up at the same time. She ran to the side of the highway, leaned against the guardrail and retched.

Fang Wu scratched his head in confusion and asked Fang Yi in a low voice: "Boss, didn't you block the lady's sense of smell?"

Fang Si skillfully threw a fireball, burning the yellow-haired man's body. He glanced at the girl lying on the fence and said:

"There has to be a first time. It's better for her to adapt early. It will be less shocking if she adapts now than if she is completely unprepared later."

Fang Yi nodded. He really wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to give her a heads-up. She would have to get familiar with these things sooner or later.

Otherwise it will be very dangerous in the future.

"That world is not safe. She must at least learn to be ruthless. It's a good thing to face it in advance."

Zhixin’s mind was full of that eyeball. It was the first time in her previous life or this life that she saw a dead person so close.

She grabbed the railing and retched, her legs weak, and she comforted herself by talking to herself: "It's just a psychological effect, a psychological effect..."

The bloody smell of the dead same kind will irritate human nerves, and people who come into contact with it for the first time will inevitably feel uncomfortable. At this time, it is best to find a toilet, which will make things much better.

But it is obviously impossible now. The world is no longer what I know. I can only adapt to it as soon as possible.

Fang San bumped Fang's ear and pointed at Zhixin. Fang Yi pretended not to see it and asked the relevant department to send another car through the hidden communication headset.

Fang Er stepped forward helplessly and said in a gentle voice: "Miss Zhixin, are you feeling better?"

Zhixin waved his hands and didn't want to talk, thinking to himself that one day he must beat these five bastards up.

Don't think she doesn't know these people did it on purpose!

Zhi Xin looked pale, but still asked, "Just now, what are the extradition and barrier you mentioned?"

Fang Si's eyes lit up slightly under his sunglasses. He noticed it.

Fang Yi was like an encyclopedia that answered every question, and explained very professionally:

"Extradition, an organization that believes the emergence of demons is an opportunity for human evolution. Its members will all put on a compassionate side and call themselves extraditionists."

"The barrier is opened by a specially crafted scroll, and it can separate the present world."

"We can fight without worrying about hurting ordinary people inside the barrier. We won't be discovered either. We are inside the barrier now."

After a moment, Zhixin looked up and observed this so-called barrier. He could see everything outside, but people outside could not see inside.

It is equivalent to opening a separate area in the original place.

Zhixin lamented in her heart, what a sin, the long-distance bus of her life turned into a dump truck in an instant!

She lowered her eyes and said with despair: "Haha, young master, it should be just a facade."

This is how it is played out in TV dramas, where the emperor is held hostage to control the other princes. Those who understand will understand.

It’s not a big problem. Which family would let an ignorant girl inherit the family business, right?

"Let's go to the emergency parking lane, someone will be here soon." Fang Yi avoided the main point, ignored the girl's gaze, and had no intention of answering at all.

The matter is complicated, so let the head of the family explain it.

"Don't avoid my questions..."

The group headed to the emergency parking strip.

Zhixin thought inappropriately that these people are quite... law-abiding and know that they cannot stop on the highway.

It was already dark when they arrived at the city center. Fang Zhixin fell asleep with uneasiness. The next morning, he continued his journey with panda eyes, and then he arrived safely...an office building in the bustling commercial center.

Zhixin moved his lips, but said nothing in the end. He followed the digital brothers into the office, took the elevator to the 10th floor, and entered office 1010.

The receptionist was a pretty lady with her hair in a bun and smart clothes. Fang Yi walked over and said, "Sifang Zhizhi."

The young lady was not surprised. She nodded, took out the scroll from the void and handed it to Fang Yi, then said, "Let's practice it together."

Zhixin was already laughing at these situations. What a joke. Why don’t you build the entrance at the food stall? I give up.

The six people opened the pass scroll and entered the Fang family territory.

What came into view were two huge stone tablets. They were now standing right in the middle of the two tablets, a square that could accommodate thousands of people.

Following the steps in front, you will see an ancient and majestic hall standing proudly, with carved beams and painted pillars, full of charm.

Behind it is a towering cliff with words inscribed on it, which is the code word just mentioned: The aspirations of all directions should be achieved together.

Zhixin turned her head and looked back. She saw clouds and mist, and mountains and valleys. It was as if she had entered a fairyland. Was she at the top of the mountain now?

Zhi Xin asked in confusion: "Aren't we going to Fang's house? Where is this?"

Fang Er replied solemnly: "This is the Fang family."

"That palace?" Zhixin asked.

Fang Yi replied: "It's the entire area. Everything you see now belongs to the Fang family."

Zhixin was choked. What on earth was this? What could I see? These mountains with no visible boundaries?

She deadpanned, "All of them?!"

Fang Yi nodded with certainty: "All of them."

Fang Zhixin looked expressionless: "Is it too late for me to run now?"

Fang Wu blinked and shook his head. It was too late.

A majestic voice resounded through the square and reached my ears, "Come in."

Zhixin said it was impossible for her not to be nervous. The experience of this day had exceeded all her imagination.

The apparent calmness now is just the result of the brain overload causing the loss of control over facial expressions.

Commonly known as facial nerve overload and facial paralysis.

Several people entered the hall, and Fang Yi bowed: "Master, Miss Zhixin has been picked up, and the mission is accomplished."

Zhixin looked at the person with his back to the hall. He was wearing a retro red and black gown and had short black hair. Judging from the voice just now, he was most likely a middle-aged man.

"Well, you guys go down first."

The five people responded: "Yes!"

Zhixin was very nervous and had no idea what was waiting for her next.

The middle-aged man turned around, revealing a standard square face with dark and deep eyes, giving people a calm and restrained feeling. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have been carved by time, serious but not rigid.

The voice also gives people a feeling of safety with him around.

The middle-aged man raised his mouth slightly, looking less serious, and then said, "My name is Fang Chenyue, you should call me uncle."

Zhixin was in a dilemma. She couldn't open her mouth because she had never even called her parents.

Fang Chenyue was not surprised. He had already read Zhixin's information. He said to himself:

"Your father's name is Fang Qingyue, who is also my eldest brother, and your mother's name is Lin Jue. They died in battle fifteen years ago and placed you in an orphanage during the crisis."

"I hope you don't blame them."

As he said that, he took out a photo of Fang Qingyue and Lin Jue and handed it to Zhixin.