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"This! What is this! How can there be... have..."

"you can see?"

Zhou Heng was a little surprised.

Feng Ling's eyes widened at this time: "It's not a matter of seeing or not seeing at all! These things...these things..."

"This is another type of life that is completely different from life on earth, which is composed of the most widespread dark matter in the universe. It exists widely in every corner of the universe. In a strong light environment, it will hide in the shadow of creatures, commonly known as shadows. ghost."

Rather than explaining to Feng Ling what a shadow ghost is, Zhou Heng cares more about why Feng Ling can see a shadow ghost directly without using any equipment.

"Shadow ghosts are made of dark matter. There is no light and no sound. They are lighter and more penetrating than photons. You must use professional instruments to observe dark matter to track and monitor them. Why can you..."

"Can't you see it too!"

Feng Ling interrupted Zhou Heng: "Why are you still surprised that I can see it?"

"..."

Zhou Heng changed the subject: "Shadows and ghosts are not life forms in the definition of human beings. Normally, they only exist in a physical sense. They do not eat or exercise, and their lives are in a semi-static state. But they will also wake up sometimes. , and every time he wakes up, he will devour flesh and blood madly, so human beings have a collective subconscious of fear of the dark, of the bottom of the bed and corners without light."

"This is too..."

Feng Ling didn't dare to think about it.

Looking at the tumbling shadow ghosts in Zhou Heng's shadow, he couldn't help asking: "Will the shadow ghosts living in your shadow attack you when they wake up?"

"will not."

"why?"

"Because they are not my opponents."

"you……"

Feng Ling twitched his lips and smiled: "You are very confident."

"I do have more confidence than most."

While talking, Zhou Heng took Feng Ling into the gym, stood in front of the newly replaced leather sandbag, and said, "Now, use your best strength to hit this sandbag!"

"it is good."

Realizing that the one-on-one class was about to start, Feng Ling clenched his fists excitedly.

boom!

With a punch, the cowhide sandbag wobbled.

"It was exactly as I expected."

Zhou Heng nodded, walked behind Feng Ling, pressed his waist with one hand, and grabbed his arm with the other: "Do you know why your fist can fly sandbags but can't break them like mine?"

"why?"

"Because your luck is wrong."

While speaking, the hand pressing Feng Ling's waist started to move, and the fingertips were just enough to touch the many meridians on the waist.

"How do you feel?"

"It's a little... a little hot..."

"anything else?"

The hand grasping the arm also moved, and the slender and skinny fingers smoothly slid across several meridians on the surface of the arm to ensure that the heat generated by the meridians on the waist can be transmitted to the arm and enter the palm of the fist unimpeded.

"How do you feel now?"

"me……"

"Don't look back and forth, and say what comes to mind."

"Then I'll-"

Feng Ling shut up, and the scorching heat turned into fists and punched out!

boom!

The cowhide sandbag was shaken violently, and the surface of the cooked cowhide was abnormally cracked.

"This is--"

Before the words fell, there was only a "crash", and the surface of the sandbag——

The first layer of cowhide cracked!

The second layer of cowhide is cracked!

Inside the sandbag, the iron sand rubbed violently and frantically!

"My fist can... can..."

The gratifying results made Feng Ling as excited as a three-year-old child.

Zhou Heng deliberately poured cold water on it: "Having mastered the correct movement skills, children can also move a thousand catties four or two."

"Then I have to work hard!"

Feng Ling expressed his fighting spirit.

He wants to become a man worthy of Zhou Heng!

He wants Zhou Heng to face himself squarely, and stop confusing himself with the retarded puppet cat!

……

……

Yu Huaijin's efficiency is astonishing.

In less than a week, he had finished exploring the castle.

"President Feng, here are five documents of the castle, which one do you think is suitable for Mr. Zhou?"

"Let me see."

Feng Ling took the information, glanced at it, and found that the Chinese-style castles all looked similar, and suddenly lost interest, and drew a copy like a lottery: "That's it!"

"This……"

Yu Huaijin showed embarrassment.

Feng Ling: "What kind of expression is this? Can't figure it out?"

"There was a bloody case in this old castle, and there are still legends about it being haunted."

"A haunted castle is more of a gimmick, isn't it?"

Feng Ling disagreed.

After all, ghosts would take a detour when they saw Zhou Heng.

If there were ghosts and ghosts that could make Zhou Heng feel exhausted, Feng Ling would instead reward them with a lot of money, thanking them for giving him the opportunity to see the weak and injured Zhou Heng.

Seeing that Feng Ling couldn't be persuaded, Yu Huaijin took the documents and left the office.

Feng Ling raised his fist, looking thoughtfully at the misty substance called true qi wrapped around the surface of his skin.

……

It is another live broadcast of online treasure appraisal.

As if to live up to the nickname of "Live Appreciation of Sentences", the treasure appraisers who connected to the live broadcast room this time actually had an antique treasure enough to be sentenced to prison, which forced Zhou Heng to complete the golden sentence, and the screen of the live broadcast room set off bombardment from time to time. Curtain wave.

The three-hour live broadcast was about to end, and Zhou Heng drew the last treasure appraiser.

"The last appraiser to enter the live broadcast room today is No. 190 No. 190, please trouble the staff to connect the signal of No. [-] No. [-] appraiser to the live broadcast room."

"Ok."

After the words fell, the image of appraiser No. 190 appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.

The appraising item is a bronze sword.

The surface of the hilt is covered with turquoise patina, carved with fine taotie patterns, and inlaid with precious Hetian white jade. Visually, the three-foot-long sword is still shining with silver light, covered with grid patterns, and the threatening cold pierces through the screen. audience eyes.

"Oh my god! If this thing is real! Wouldn't it be able to compare with King Yue's sword!"

"It has appeared! It has appeared! The legendary life sentence!"

"Is the internet police here? Please deal with it!"

"Maybe a certain archaeological staff is doing something boring?"

"That's ridiculous! You must report to the Internet police!"

……

On the screen, the barrage was in chaos.

Everyone is waiting for Zhou Heng's appraisal result.

life imprisonment?still……

A fake enough to be true?

"Sir, do you know that your treasure appraisal item may give you a lifetime package of food and accommodation?"

"I know."

"Then you still-"

"Ordinary people use this thing as a treasure, and they will definitely change it to life-long food and housing, but I am different. No one is qualified to give me life-long food and housing."

"why?"

"Because I am its first generation owner."

The voice fell, and the barrage burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! It's so funny! Who do you think you are! A thousand-year-old corpse in a museum?"

"You said that you are its first generation owner, and I also said that I am the reincarnation of the first emperor, so hurry up and give me money!"

"Erfeng is about to jump out of the imperial mausoleum and beat someone up!"

"The boar means I have something to say."

"You bad guys! Pay me for the mask I dropped on the floor! Hahaha!"

"Brother, you drank a few catties of fake wine and got so drunk!"

……

Zhou Heng did not participate in the ridicule.

He looked at the appraising screen where only the bronze sword appeared, and said, "Where are you?"

"You want to find me?"

"Yes, I want to talk to you."

"Then you are doomed to be disappointed."

"why?"

"Green pines and verdant cypresses, yellow springs are secluded. If you are alive, it is impossible for you to cross the nine springs and come to me."

"Then why can you surf the Internet? Where did you get the phone? Where did you get the internet?"

"..."

The appraiser's signal disappeared instantly, and the screen went dark.

If seeing is not believing, even the audience couldn't help but suspect that the appraising treasure just now was——

"Suddenly it feels chilly, isn't that guy a ghost?"

"Don't talk nonsense! How can there really be ghosts in the world!"

"He's still a thousand-year-old ghost who learned to use his mobile phone to watch live broadcasts online!"

"That's it!"

"I reckon that some archaeologist is deliberately playing tricks at night out of boredom."

"What's said upstairs should be the truth."

"How can a thousand-year-old ghost be able to surf the Internet and watch live broadcasts~haha~"

……

The audience laughed and agreed, in order to dilute the fear in their hearts.

Zhou Heng also smiled and bid farewell to the audience: "That's all for today, see you on time next week! Waiting for you~"

As a result, the screen that was still discussing the topic of creepy ghosts last second is already full of "goodbye" and "good dreams" farewell.

The screen went dark and the live broadcast ended.

The staff walked up to Zhou Heng: "Brother Zhou, do you want milk tea?"

"it is good."

Zhou Heng took the milk tea and said, "When posting the live recording, cut off the last part of the bronze sword identification."

"why?"

"The less trouble, the better."

"Brother Zhou means..."

"You don't say anything, you have strange power and chaos."

Zhou Heng took a sip of milk tea, and said to the gloomy-faced people, "How about having a barbecue together later? I'll treat you."

"Yeah!"

When everyone heard the words, they immediately forgot about the strange content of appraising bronze swords.

……

It was past ten o'clock in the evening after eating the barbecue.

After sending the unfinished team members to the car, Zhou Heng walked alone on the lush boulevard.

Everything is so quiet, as if...

Suddenly, Zhou Heng stopped: "Why are you following me?"

"..."

Behind him, there was the rustling sound of wind blowing leaves, as if mocking Zhou Heng's fuss.

Zhou Heng smiled slightly, turned his head, looked at the empty back, and pressed his slender fingers to his lips: "If it doesn't come out, it will come."

Want to scare me?

Too bad I wasn't scared!

The murderer hiding behind the tree trunk thought grimly.

Seeing the good words, Zhou Heng couldn't persuade the death-seeker, so he shook his head helplessly and said, "It's a good journey."

As soon as the words fell, the rustling of leaves blown by the wind swept across the empty boulevard again!

An indestructible wind scythe from far to near!

It wasn't until they were only one meter away from Zhou Heng that they had to collapse and scatter because of Zhou Heng's strength!

Wherever it passes, the lush canopy of the trees has been cut off, leaving only a 1.6-meter trunk!

The murderer behind the trunk also—

The head was cut off by the wind scythe!

Didn't even have time to recover!

The head rolled down with the neck, the eyes were wide open, and the unexplainable horror was reflected in the pupils.

"I said 'it's coming,' and you wouldn't believe it."

Zhou Heng squatted down and closed his eyes for the head.

After closing his eyes, Zhou Heng took out his phone.

Now is a society ruled by law, even if a heinous villain suddenly dies on the street, as a witness, you must: 1, call the police; 2, seek professional help to deal with the aftermath.

I hope the surveillance captured the whole process of Fengsi's killing.

While thinking about it, Zhou Heng dialed Yaoyaoling.

After reporting the situation to the police, he called——

Yu Huaijin.

Anyway, if he called Feng Ling, he would transfer this difficult matter to Yu Huaijin.

Zhou Heng, who pays attention to efficiency in everything, thought so.

Yu Huaijin who received a call to collect the body in the middle of the night: ...

10 minutes later--

The police car arrived at the scene and immediately cordoned off the scene, the forensic doctor stepped forward to take pictures, the police collected evidence, and retrieved surveillance records along the road...

It is also very important to take notes for Zhou Heng.

Several of the police officers who came to the police were loyal viewers of Zhou Heng’s Jianbao live broadcast. They treated Zhou Heng very politely, worried that he would be frightened by the horror and blood at the death scene, and provided him with a blanket before the official statement. cocoa.

"...That was the case at the time. The murderer was a white thing flying through the air. The trees along the road were also cut off by that thing."

"Why aren't you hurt?"

"I'm bent over."

"bend over?"

"I am an outdoor anchor, and I am often exposed to the world beyond common sense. I can detect the approach of unnatural creatures through the sixth sense. When I see the trees on both sides of the street being cut off by the mysterious power flying in the air, only the trunk is left. , bent down instinctively, and avoided death.”

"That's really..."

"Don't doubt your instincts."

"Indeed, at critical moments, intuition can save lives."

The police temporarily accepted Zhou Heng's words, left his contact information and told him not to travel far in the near future, and to cooperate with the police's inquiries and investigations at any time.

"No problem, I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Zhou Heng accepted with a smile.

After collecting the corpse and confirming that there is no missing physical evidence at the scene, the police are going to go back.

At this time-

Two luxury cars drove into the boulevard and stopped in front of the cordon.

The first car was a Maybach owned by Yu Huaijin.

The second car was a Rolls Royce with an unfamiliar license plate number.

Yu Huaijin, who worked late at night and was still in good spirits and well-dressed, stepped down from the Maybach and greeted the police with a gentle smile on his face. Zhou Heng was always haunted from the corner of his eyes: he is indeed a man who makes my boss look at him differently.

Zhou Heng calmly drank the last sip of hot cocoa in the paper cup, returned the blanket to the police, and walked to the cordon: "Can we go back now?"

"of course can."

The confession has been recorded, and those who should be warned have been told, there is no need for the police to keep Zhou Heng.

"That--"

"Mr. Zhou!"

The refined man who stepped out of the Rolls-Royce suddenly interrupted Yu Huaijin's words.

Yu Huaijin turned her head and looked at the refined man with a hidden smile: "What's the name of this gentleman?"

The man smiled and said to Zhou Heng: "I am Li Fei from the Antique Association. Our president heard that Mr. Zhou is in trouble and sent me to deal with it."

"How did the president know that I was in trouble?"

Zhou Heng looked at the man who called himself Li Fei with long eyes.

In a man he feels the oldness called time.

This is very abnormal.

He has lived for more than 500 years, and it is usually impossible to—

"Our president is an epic figure player. There is nothing in the world that he wants to know but doesn't know."

When speaking, Li Fei had a gentle smile on his face, with arrogance disguised as modesty flickering between his brows.

Zhou Heng understood, and said to Yu Huaijin: "Secretary Yu, you go back first, Mr. Li and I will go to meet the president, an epic figure player."

"Are you so sure that I came here to take you to meet our president?"

"Otherwise why?"

Zhou Heng raised his eyes and looked at Li Fei indifferently.

Li Fei's heart trembled, and he said, "Since you have already prepared, then—please get in the car!"

"it is good."

Zhou Heng walked towards Li Fei's car.

Yu Huaijin didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Zhou Heng's gourd, so he caught up and said, "Do you want to report to President Feng about tonight's affairs?"

"You decide for yourself."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Heng got into the car.

Li Fei also got into the car.

The upright driver, who had obviously received professional military training, started the car meticulously, and disappeared into the night with Zhou Heng on his back.

Yu Huaijin couldn't help frowning.

……

……

In the Rolls-Royce, Zhou Heng didn't speak, neither did Li Fei.

until the car reaches its destination.

The driver got out of the car, opened the door for Li Fei first, and then opened the door for Zhou Heng respectfully.

"Mr. Zhou Heng, please get out of the car."

Zhou Heng nodded, walked out of the Rolls-Royce calmly, looked at the flat road in front of him: "This is—"

"The president has been waiting for a long time."

Li Fei stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers melted into the invisible wall: "We live in the barrier."

"really."

Zhou Heng accepted the abnormality calmly, and behind Li Fei, he passed through the transparent barrier and walked into the "illegal building" hidden in the barrier.

Antique garden style building.

Strolling inside, Zhou Heng couldn't help expressing his feelings: "...five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion; ...This is...A Fang Palace?"

"It's worthy of being the person who was favored by the president, and it was discovered so quickly that it was Efang Gong."

Li Fei laughed.

At this time, he has changed from a modern elite in a well-fitting suit to an ancient scribe with long robes and sleeves. His posture is chic and his description is elegant. His slightly raised phoenix eyes are arrogantly looking at Zhou Heng.

"This is the legendary Efang Palace. Your president claims to be an epic figure player. After you enter the barrier, you will immediately look like an ancient scribe..."

Zhou Heng smiled: "It turns out that His Majesty the First Emperor invited me to be a guest."

"Hahaha!"

In the depths of the corridor, the heroic laughter of the middle-aged man resounded.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Pianpian, dressed in white as snow, appeared in front of Zhou Heng: "Mr. Zhou, father asked me to take you there."

"What's your name, sir?"

"There are Fusu in the mountains."

"It turned out to be Young Master Fusu."

Zhou Heng followed Fusu in awe, walked through the pavilions and pavilions of the Qin and Han Dynasties, entered the solemn and solemn hall, took off his leather shoes according to the rules, stepped on the cold jade floor, and looked towards the faint silhouette behind the bead curtain. The middle-aged man bowed and saluted: "Zhou Heng pays homage to His Majesty the First Emperor!"

"Why can't you kneel down and worship?"

"Today is different from the past. There is no emperor, and kneeling is not popular."

Zhou Heng replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Fusu behind him also made a rescue and said, "Father, Mr. Zhou Heng is not—"

"I know."

Behind the bead curtain, Emperor Shihuang forgave Zhou Heng's "rudeness" and even allowed Zhou Heng to sit down.

Zhou Heng has stayed in the fantasy world for 500 years and is familiar with ancient rituals. After getting permission from the first emperor to "sit down", he turned around and sat upright with a dignified appearance, which can be called a model.

Seeing this, Fusu heaved a sigh of relief.

The First Emperor also stared appreciatively behind the bead curtain: "Do you know when I started to pay attention to you?"

"Ordinary people think that the president of the antique shop pays attention to me because I opened the ruby, but since the president is the first emperor, it must be impossible for me to pay attention to the ruby. After thinking about it, the reason should be that the owner of the pet shop was robbed and taken away by thieves. Jade Cong. That jade cong used to belong to His Majesty the First Emperor, right?"

Zhou Heng answered fluently.

Emperor Shihuang, whose online name is "Epic Figure Player", nodded and said, "You are indeed smarter than Li Fei expected."

"It turns out that Li Xiangguo thought that Zhou Heng could not predict His Majesty's mind?"

Zhou Heng looked at Li Fei, with a steady tone, not in a hurry.

Li Fei twitched the corners of his lips, noncommittal.

The First Emperor said: "Since you can guess the reason why I look at you differently, you must have guessed why I sent Li Fei to find you today."

"I couldn't have guessed it originally. Since Your Majesty said so, I might as well make a bold guess."

Zhou Heng raised his eyes and looked at the First Emperor behind the bead curtain: "Your Majesty has a request for me."

"Bold!"

Li Fei shouted.

Fusu also showed a worried expression: "Mr. Zhou, you..."

"Yes, I do have something to look for you."

"The bronze sword belongs to His Majesty?"

"Yes."

"The wind scythe that killed people just now is also related to His Majesty?"

"If I want to use you, I naturally have to explore your abilities first."

The first emperor admitted frankly.

He was the first emperor in the history of the Hua Kingdom, and every decision he made—even if it turned out to be wrong and implicated countless innocent people, he didn't need to apologize to anyone.

Zhou Heng knew this.

He didn't expect an apology or an explanation from the first emperor, and asked directly, "What does His Majesty the first emperor want me to do for you?"

"I don't know what to do with you."

"...Then...when will His Majesty think of it?"

"Let's talk about it after thinking about it."

Behind the bead curtain, Emperor Shihuang waved his hand, signaling Fusu to take Zhou Heng away.

Li Fei stayed.

Zhou Heng stood up and followed Fusu out of the hall.

After putting on the shoes, Zhou Heng asked Fusu, "Why are Shi Huangdi and you still alive?"

"Because the alchemists made the elixir of immortality," Fusu said, "Father took the elixir and gave it to us."

"Then your younger brother II also..."

"He died, but his father didn't give him the elixir," Fusu said, "so he was so angry that he went crazy, even if he became an emperor, he still suffered terribly."

"I see."

Zhou Heng suddenly realized.

Fusu didn't want to talk about his younger brother's affairs, he pointed to the high and low towers and said, "How about I take Mr. to visit Efang Palace?"

"I can't ask for it."

Zhou Heng accepts Fusu's invitation, walks with Fusu among the pavilions and pavilions, passes by thousands of beauties who are lively and fragrant, and thinks again of the second generation whose bones may have been turned into mud: "Everyone is divided. When it came to the elixir of life, he stayed behind, facing old age and death alone..."

"Father never needs to explain why he does things."

Fu Su changed the topic lightly and avoiding the seriousness, with a misty cloud of sadness between his delicate brows.

Zhou Heng also changed the topic: "As far as I know, the Efang Palace was not completed until the death of the second generation. The colorful chapters of "Afang Palace Fu" are just the imagination of later generations of scholars. Why am I now in the Afang Palace? And the scenery of Efang Palace is generally the same as the description in "Ode to Efang Palace?"

The author has something to say: Feng Ling has never been a normal person, but he didn't realize his abnormality until he met Zhou Heng.

PS: For reasons that everyone understands, Fusu and Shi Huangdi here are a pure father-son relationship~

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