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Chapter 39: Mountain Moving Technique, Cheng Han's Counterattack

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

A black cat sneaked into the house, carrying a woven net bag in its mouth.

Inside the net bag were numerous bird eggs, large and small, numbering at least ten.

Cheng Han's voice came from the bathroom: "You're back?"

Using the residual imprint of the spirit, he sensed the police chief entering the house.

The black cat quickly walked to the bathroom door and gently placed the net bag on the ground, greeting its owner with a meow.

Cheng Han turned his head and glanced, pausing his toothbrushing motion: "How did you manage to bring back so many bird eggs?"

Just how much does this cat love to collect bird eggs? Even when going out to work, it still had this on its mind.

It's truly unbelievable!

The black cat squatted on the ground and meowed several times in a row, explaining the reason: This humble cat simply happened to come across a few bird nests on the way home, and it definitely didn't delay any important matters.

Cheng Han spat out a mouthful of foam and advised, "In the future, when I need to rely on the bird flock for something, try to collect fewer bird nests. Otherwise, you'll scare away all the birds."

The black cat flicked its tail.

Cheng Han reminded again, "Return the net bag to its owner later, understand?"

When this cat went out earlier, it didn't bring this thing along. It had undoubtedly borrowed it from some family without permission.

The black cat flicked its tail again.

Cheng Han looked at the bird eggs and said, "Forget it, since you've already brought them back, I'll fry a few bird eggs for you later."

The black cat happily wagged its tail: "Meow."

There will be fried bird eggs to eat again!

The owner truly understands the purpose of this cat collecting bird eggs!

It wasn't in vain that this cat took a detour and searched in the woods for so long.

*

Cheng Han had just finished brushing his teeth and was about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast when the black cat suddenly bit onto his pants leg and lightly tugged.

He paused for a moment and asked, "What do you want to show me outside?"

The black cat meowed and quickly walked towards the door.

Cheng Han opened the door and immediately froze.

Beside the front door, there was a pile of firewood that hadn't been there before. Judging by its appearance, it weighed no less than thirty catties.

Not a lot.

But not a little either.

Enough for several days of heating.

The shape of these pieces of wood was irregular, not resembling something bought from a store, but rather something that had been chopped down in the wilderness.

Cheng Han stared at the firewood and silently said, "Deduction."

An illusion appeared:

Two small figures, each carrying a pile of firewood, struggled to walk to the door, placed the firewood down, and quietly left.

It was undoubtedly the neighboring siblings.

There was no doubt about it.

This family wasn't foolish; they had realized that the roasted meat came from next door, so they returned the favor by sending firewood.

Cheng Han touched the cat's head and smiled, saying, "Do you remember what I said yesterday? 'We always have expectations for human nature' because there are always unexpected surprises."

The black cat seemed lost in thought.

*

After breakfast,

Cheng Han began "checking" the surveillance footage of the black cat.

The police chief leapt lightly onto the sofa and lay down, completely relaxed, saying, "Meow~"

It was ready.

Cheng Han stroked its forehead and activated the residual imprint with his mind.

Both Cheng Han and the cat trembled simultaneously.

The residual imprint released a faint blue light and, in a mysterious way, transferred some of the black cat's memories.

Cheng Han immediately "saw" a series of images.

They were not continuous.

Instead, they were intermittent shots.

The first shot:

In the darkness of the night,

A middle-aged man of short stature slowly walked into the yard, picked up some firewood, and returned to the house.

It was Chen Zhengyang.

His pace was much slower than normal, and he occasionally let out a loud cough, indicating that his physical condition was severely poor.

Cheng Han vaguely felt that there was something strange about the way this person walked, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

The second shot:

Late at night,

The door of the house suddenly opened, and Chen Zhengyang walked out in a trance-like state, strolling around the yard.

"Cough! Cough!"

The coughing sound continued, even more intense than during the day.

Chen Zhengyang walked to a corner, paused for a moment, forcefully spat out some phlegm, and then returned to the house.

Cheng Han furrowed his brow.

At this time, ordinary people had long been asleep, but this guy was wandering around, which was obviously not right.

The third shot:

The black cat seemed to realize that Chen Zhengyang's behavior was quite suspicious. It changed its surveillance point and began observing the corner of the wall, where he had spat out the phlegm.

After a while,

Something seemed to be moving at the corner of the wall. It slowly crawled to the base of the wall and then climbed up along the wall.

Although the black cat's vision was far more acute than that of humans and it could see in the dark, it still couldn't clearly see what it was due to the distance.

Just then,

A dark shadow swooped down, grabbed the small thing, and flew away.

It was clearly a nocturnal bird.

And thus,

The surveillance ended.

Cheng Han pondered for a moment and asked, "After Chen Zhengyang came out once in the middle of the night, did he stay in the house the whole time?"

The black cat replied with a "meow~".

It means: Yes.

Cheng Han patted the cat's head vigorously and praised, "You did a great job!"

The black cat squinted its eyes happily.

Cheng Han smiled and said, "Alright, you've worked hard all night, now go rest."

The black cat rubbed its owner's hand and crawled back under the cabinet.

That was its cat's nest.

Cheng Han pondered, "The phlegm Chen Zhengyang spat out should contain extraordinary power, catalyzing the formation of some kind of creature. What does he want to do?"

"Did that bird accidentally appear or was it a planned part of something?"

The whole thing was full of strangeness.

Cheng Han recalled the image of the flying bird and silently deduced, "Deduce the origin of this bird."

A chill ran down his scalp.

His mental energy decreased by 0.4 points.

But there was no feedback.

Cheng Han shook his head and gave up on further deduction, "The things around Chen Zhengyang are not simple, and the level of the All-Knowing Eye is too low. Plus, there is a lack of related objects, making it difficult to deduce."

He activated the residual imprint of spirit control, sensing a very subtle connection and sent out a call.

Before long.

A white-clawed crow flew in through the window and rubbed Cheng Han's fingers with its head.

As usual, Cheng Han first provided a "working meal" and then transferred some memories to it, letting it be responsible for daytime surveillance.

Compared to the previous gray-spotted sparrow, this bird had a slightly larger brain capacity and was smarter, which was why he called it over.

"Caw! Caw!"

The white-clawed crow called a few times and flew away flapping its wings.

Cheng Han tidied up quickly and left with his backpack.

Off to school!

Cheng Han rode his bicycle and as he approached the school gate, he saw two feathered beasts standing by the roadside, making constant "ang ang" sounds.

Beside the feathered beasts, a tall young man was facing a servant dressed in a servant's attire, saying something.

All the passing students walked around the two of them.

Cheng Han recognized them at a glance. The former was a prominent figure in Tenth High School, the class monitor of Grade Five Class One - Jing Jiuxiao.

There were only three students in the school who rode feathered beasts to school, and this person was one of them.

After arriving at school, the servant would take the feathered beasts back.

Before school ended, the servant would bring the feathered beasts to pick them up.

In short, typical rich people behavior.

Cheng Han frowned and secretly muttered to himself.

He almost arrived at school at this time every day, but he had never encountered Jing Jiuxiao before. Today, he happened to run into him. Isn't that too coincidental?

Cheng Han glanced at the young man and made a deduction without hesitation.

The illusion slowly appeared.

Among them, a key word appeared - Fourth Battle Group.

Jing Jiuxiao happened to be a reserve soldier of the Fourth Battle Group.

In one scene, this person, in front of certain people, cursed "traitor".

This person obviously believed that since he was a student taught by Qiu Yuan, he must sign with the Fourth Battle Group, and transferring to the Second Battle Group would be an act of betrayal.

To be honest, this did not come as a surprise to him.

Choosing between two options would inevitably offend one side, this was an unavoidable matter, and no one could take advantage of it.

Cheng Han's eyes revealed a coldness, muttering disdainfully, "You can't compete with Yan Dongting, yet you specifically came to target me. Do you really think I'm an easy target?"

He jumped off the bicycle and pushed it towards the school gate.

After a few moments.

"Ang~ Ang~"

The cry of the feathered beast suddenly increased.

The two big guys seemed to have contracted some kind of illness and suddenly started fighting each other.

This sudden change shocked everyone.

"Crack~"

The reins tied to the wooden stake were suddenly torn apart.

One of the feathered beasts was bitten hard. In pain, it staggered back a few steps and coincidentally bumped into Cheng Han not far away.

The long tail of the feathered beast instinctively swung high like a whip, lashing towards him.

This was undoubtedly a well-designed script.

There was only one purpose - to teach Cheng Han a lesson in front of the whole school!

"Hey!"

Cheng Han shouted loudly.

Thanks to the effect of the Linghuan residual seal, this shout was full of murderous intent.

Everyone around, including the feathered beasts, were all intimidated for a moment.

Cheng Han's eyes flashed, immediately assuming a strange posture.

This was the seventh form of the Jiuyuan Strong Body Technique, and also a form that very few students could master - the Mountain Moving Form.

Inside his spiritual sea, the sense of origin surged rapidly, and then burst into bright light. A surge of origin energy poured into his body, and his arms inexplicably swelled.

Cheng Han grabbed the bicycle and threw it forcefully.

This thing weighed dozens of kilograms, and ordinary students would need a lot of effort to lift it.

But at this moment, in his hands, the bicycle was as light as an extremely light toy, flying out five or six meters and accurately hitting the feathered beast.

At the same time.

Cheng Han snorted in his heart.

Do you think I'm a soft persimmon?

Today, I'll make you suffer!

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