Under one person: Me! Start to copy the eight magic skills!

Zhang Qing returned to the town. Found a hotel to stay in temporarily.

"Let's find a random place to stay for one night tonight, and when it's time to do it all, then it's my chance to make a move."

Zhang Qing opened the room, lay down on the bed and rested.

After a day of train ride, my back ached.

Lie in bed and fall asleep after a while.

There was no word all night, and the next day, before Zhang Qing got up, he was woken up by a noisy sound.

"The hotel in this town is really poorly soundproofed."

Zhang Qing opened his eyes and sighed helplessly.

After a simple wash, he stood by the window and could clearly hear what people were saying on the street.

"The cemetery in the back mountain has all been gouged, and there is nothing left!"

"Really fake? No way! My ancestral grave is still there!

"Really, the police are here, and they are investigating now, let's hurry up and take a look."

Zhang

Qing listened to these voices, and suddenly became sleepy.

"So fast! It seems that I came in time! "

Zhang Qing just arrived yesterday, today is the day when Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao meet, if he arrives a day late, then it will be troublesome, and there will be fewer good opportunities to copy the two of their exercises.

He quickly ran out of the hotel and went straight to the back mountain.

The mountain next to it was high and had a natural feeling, but he was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way.

Zhang Qing's most important goal now is to find Feng Baobao and copy his old farm skills, as for the scenery or something, it will be a little opportunity in the future.

Zhang Qing heard the "crackling" sound of wheels pressing against stones from behind, and looked back to see a middle-aged man driving an electric tricycle with a girl behind the car.

The girl wore a white coat, a black skirt, and her hair was very long, slightly covering her eyes, parted from the middle.

Zhang Qing froze, Feng... Feng Baobao!

Great, finally touched.

At a glance, he saw Feng Baobao's personal panel.

【Feng Baobao

】【Female】【Temporary worker of Nadutong Company

】【First-class Guqi realm

】【Old farmer's skill, Ah Wei 18th style (reaching the pinnacle)

】【Cultivation talent: peerless

】【Taoist talent: the ultimate

】【Fist and foot talent: peerless

】【Feng Shui talent: top-grade】

It

is worthy of being Sister Bao'er!

Just by looking at it, Zhang Qing felt the strength of Feng Baobao.

This talent is not weaker than the old Heavenly Master!

Moreover, the old farmer gong that he has been waiting for has finally arrived!

This is a fusion version of the Flame Body Origin and the Divine Spirit!

Whether it is the source of the body or the spirit of the gods, it is extremely powerful.

For example, the source of the body is known as the end of the art, and it is one of the eight magical skills!

The gods and spirits are even able to comb the flame, and will be sorted out by others into all kinds of strange shapes into the original appearance!

It can be seen that the mystery of the old farmer's skill can be called the top!

Zhang Qing did not have any hesitation and directly chose to copy.

[Ding, the old farmer is copying! ] 【

Remaining time 1:29:59】【1:29:58】

Zhang Qing withdrew his gaze and kept a certain distance from Feng Baobao, waiting for the copy time to end.

At this time, because the grave was dug, it was very lively.

"Last night, I drank too much and ran here without paying attention, and then you see, this has become like this! It's scary!

A middle-aged man pointed to the cemetery in front of him and said to the policeman on the side.

There are also villagers looking at their graves, carrying burdens on their shoulders.

The policeman looked at the scene in front of him, a little puzzled, and said to himself.

"Tomb robbery? What is worth stealing in such a small village?

"All the graves were not spared, it was like I was looking for something."

The middle-aged man on the side saw that the police did not speak, and added.

"I also saw a figure yesterday, as if there was something still saying in his mouth, Zhang... Zhang or something. The

policeman thought for a moment, and a slightly younger policeman on the other side shouted at him.

"Old Song, Old Song, look over here."

The policeman named Lao Song walked over and saw that only this grave was empty.

The tombstone above proudly reads, Zhang Xilin!

"The Zhang family, it's the Zhang family again."

Old Song muttered.

The policeman next to him saw that Old Song was a little out of his mind and asked.

"What's wrong with Old Song?"

Old Song came out of the memories and said to him.

"If the Zhang family is involved, this matter must not be simple."

"The Zhang family? Is that the one who moved away a long time ago, and his son disappeared? The

young policeman asked unobtrusively.

"The Zhang family also has a grandson who goes to school in the city and should come back in the next few days. Let me contact him first. Saying

that, Old Song took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed it.

At this time, Feng Baobao walked over to the old Song, his voice was very small, and he spoke.

"What's going on?"

Old Song looked back at Feng Baobao and asked.

"You are?"

"Over there is the grave of my grandfather Zhang Xilin, and I am his granddaughter."

Old Song was slightly surprised.

"Zhang Xilin's granddaughter? Do you know what you're talking about?

Feng Baobao took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it to Old Song, and said.

"If you don't believe me, this is my ID card. You can contact the local police at any time to check it.

At this time, the phone call that Old Song made to Zhang Chulan was also connected.

"Hey, Uncle Song? What's wrong with the call?

Zhang Chulan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Chu Lan, when will you arrive in town, you will meet me in the bureau as soon as you get to town."

Old Song looked a little serious, and hung up the phone after speaking.

Zhang Qing knew that this identity was fake, but he didn't expect that the power of Everywheretong was so great that even the ID card could be forged!

Old Song took the ID card from Feng Baobao's hand and asked while looking at it.

"Are you Zhang Yude's daughter?"

"The Zhang family moved to this village 14 years ago, and the family member, Zhang Xilin, was widowed. Zhang Yude, widowed. The family also has a grandson, Zhang Chulan, who is 19 years old. When Zhang Chulan was 7 years old, Zhang Xilin was killed in the mountains. A year later, Zhang Yude left Zhang Chulan in an orphanage, and he disappeared since. Am I right?

Zhang Qing heard this, and silently applauded Feng Baobao in his heart, it is not easy for Sister Bao'er to memorize such a large paragraph.

But Old Song remained skeptical and replied.

"That's right, but I've never heard that Zhang Xilin has such a big granddaughter."

Feng Baobao continued to explain.

"My mother is the woman who Zhang Yude was outside carrying his wife outside, and these things were only recently told to me, that is, she asked me to come to my grandfather's grave. You can also check your ID card at any time.

Old Song returned the ID card to Feng Baobao and asked

, "Sichuan and Chongqing's ID card, is Zhang Yude in Sichuan and Chongqing now?"

"Sorry, I don't want to discuss my father now"

Feng Baobao, after saying this, he turned around and walked to the other side, stayed nearby for a while, looked and prepared to leave.

Zhang Qing glanced at the countdown.

[00:40:55]

There are still more than forty minutes to go, no, I thought about it and followed.

Feng Baobao in front entered the woods on one side, and he couldn't see his figure, so Zhang Qing quickly followed and chased after him.

As soon as Zhang Qing entered the woods, he suddenly saw a kitchen knife stabbing towards him!