Under One Person, getting the Sharingan at the beginning?

The old Taoist priest listened to Lin Fan's words and looked at Gong Qing.

"Don't mention it, this height is indeed similar..."

The old Taoist priest said, as if he really saw Zhang Huaiyi in Gong Qing.

Gong Qing, who was stared at by the two, looked uncomfortable.

"You two, old and young, when you discuss other people's shortcomings, can you please be behind my back?"

The black lines on Gong Qing's face were almost as dense as bricks.

Lin Fan gently waved his hand: "I can't help it, I can't help it."

As Lin Fan spoke, he retreated again and again, trying to stay away from the conversation range of the two.

"You guys talk about this.

Old Taoist priest, I will avoid it first.

However, you must control your emotions and leave me alive..."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

But Gong Qing stopped him the moment Lin Fan turned around.

"Lin Fan."

Lin Fan turned his head slightly.

"What's wrong? "

Suddenly Gong Qing smiled: "Hehehe...

Somehow, I suddenly remembered what you said that day.

Mr. Tian, ​​maybe he really shouldn't die.

He really should live an ordinary life.

I thought too shallowly.

And, I really saw the prophecy you gave me. "

Gong Qing said, looking at the old Taoist priest.

Then he continued to say to Lin Fan: "I know my death is coming.

Going to die is just my choice.

Thank you, I can't see the things you said.

Then take a good look for me...

Let's go...

Don't stand there..."

Listening to Gong Qing's words, Lin Fan suddenly had an illusion.

It felt like an old friend was telling him his last words before his death.

No, Gong Qing and I have only met twice...

Oh...

No...

We have met many times in the comics...

Lin Fan did not reply to Gong Qing's words, not even a word.

Lin Fan stood there for a while.

Turned his head woodenly and walked away.

The sun was setting, and dusk was approaching.

Urging him, he quickened his pace.

When Lin Fan returned to Gong Qing again, he was already lying on the ground.

Lin Fan didn't know what the old Taoist priest and the others had talked about.

He didn't know here, and he didn't know in the original world.

Lin Fan looked at the fist-sized pit on Gong Qing's chest.

He knew that Gong Qing was dying.

Lin Fan squatted down and checked Gong Qing's injuries.

"Tianshi, how did it become like this..."

The old Taoist priest standing behind Lin Fan, with his hands behind his back, said quietly: "You only told me to keep him alive, and he is alive now."

Lin Fan turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest, and said speechlessly: "Hey!

Is it the tradition of the ancestors of Longhu Mountain to argue?

I'm impressed..."

Lin Fan said, waving his hand.

A flash of white light passed by, and the old Taoist wiped his eyes.

Because he saw two people appear on the grass.

These two people were Gong Qing.

However, the one Lin Fan transformed was already a corpse.

The old Taoist has lived for more than a hundred years and has seen all kinds of scenes.

But he has never seen such a scene today!

"Lin Fan...

The magic show is good. Street performing must earn more than being a temporary worker in a company!"

"Old Taoist is joking."

Lin Fan said, carrying the dying Gong Qing.

Then he turned to look at the old Taoist.

"Old Taoist, we should go..."

"Okay. "

……

The company's North China branch, where Zhang Chulan and others live.

At this time, the atmosphere in the room has dropped to freezing point.

Feng Baobao took the Okamoto 0.01 and kept sharpening it in front of the whetstone.

The sound of metal rubbing against stone echoed in the small room.

Zhang Chulan listened to the sound quietly, and then said softly: "Sister Baoer, I'm sorry.

I can't help you find out anything.

But..."

Before Zhang Chulan finished speaking, Xu San and Xu Si walked into the room.

Zhang Chulan stood up and looked at the solemn expressions of Xu San and Xu Si, guessing that there might be news.

Xu Si held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and put a stack of documents and photos on the coffee table.

"Take a look..."

Zhang Chulan walked up and picked up the photos and looked at them.

The photos were all dead bodies.

The victims were in different shapes and appeared in different places.

But these people had one thing in common, that is, they all died at the hands of the old Taoist priest.

Next to each photo, there was almost always a photo of the old Taoist priest taken at the scene.

Zhang Chulan looked at the photos, a bad premonition slowly came over him.

"This... this was all done by the master..."

Zhang Chulan was a little nervous. He thought that the master wanted to avenge the second master, but he didn't expect that the old master would be so extreme!

In the photo, Zhang Chulan also saw Tu Junfang, Ding Shiman, and Gong Qing.

"This... these are all the top masters of Quanxing..."

Xu Si took over the conversation: "That's right.

Just yesterday, the old master met with all the people of Quanxing on the Xilin Gol grassland.

However, only fourteen people came.

Originally, after the old master came down the mountain, he killed everyone in Quanxing, without exception.

Until yesterday, Gong Qing also went to the grassland.

When I saw him again, he had become a corpse."

Zhang Chulan's hands trembled a little: "This... Is this the real strength of the master..."

At this time, Xu San suddenly interrupted: "Even the Ten Masters couldn't stop the old master. The master didn't give anyone face when he went down the mountain this time.

Including the company.

However, none of this matters.

It is worth noting that someone saw Lin Fan on the grassland yesterday."

When Xu San said this, Zhang Chulan happened to turn over a photo.

The photo was blurry, as if it was taken from a long distance.

In the picture, the old master and Lin Fan were both standing on the grassland, looking at each other.

Although the picture was blurry, Zhang Chulan recognized Lin Fan at a glance.

His hands trembled even more: "But, why are there no photos of Lin Fan's body in these photos..."

Xu Si exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "This is exactly what we are curious about.

The old Taoist priest did not kill Lin Fan.

But he let him go."

"Let him go!?"

Zhang Chulan was a little angry when he heard that the old Taoist priest had let Lin Fan go.

"How is this possible?

Lin Fan and the murderer who killed Master Tian must have some kind of deal!

Maybe he killed Master Tian!

How could the old Taoist priest let him go!?"

Zhang Chulan was originally a very rational person, but he could not stay calm in the face of such things.

Every time he thought of Master Tian, ​​who was sitting in a wheelchair, being killed and his body carried away, his heart could not help but bleed.

In his eyes, whether it was Zhang Zhiwei or Tian Jinzhong.

When he saw the two men for the first time on the day he went to Longhu Mountain, he determined that the two were his grandfathers!

Because in them, he can see all the familiar shadows of his grandfather...