CHAPTER 228: CHAPTER 110 RETURN_3

Of course, the days spent in Lingshan dealing with mice count as official duty and won’t be included in the leave.

Just the two months thereafter.

Zhang Feng toured the border and took out a few gangs but didn’t find anyone from the Luo Huo Group.

It seems that in different time and space, these people might not exist.

To be sure, Zhang Feng ventured deep into several drug trafficking villages and stayed hidden for some time.

In the end, he concluded that there was indeed no one.

And on the fifty-fifth day of his vacation.

At night, in a hotel in He City.

Zhang Feng suddenly received a strange phone call.

As soon as he heard ’Hello’, Zhang Feng knew it was the Guest.

"How did you find my number?" Zhang Feng asked, "I remember I didn’t give you my number, right?"

"No, you didn’t." The Guest replied, "It was a bit earlier, I encountered a policeman secretly observing Boss Long in the town.

I didn’t know at the moment, so I captured him.

After finding out his identity, I said I was the Guest, I knew Zhang Feng, I dealt with mice, I wanted Zhang Feng’s number to ask him some things.

Just now, someone with the surname Fang called me and gave me your number."

"Oh, I see." Zhang Feng heard the phone vibrate, stepped a bit aside, and saw it was Old Fang calling.

Then he hung up.

Zhang Feng asked the Guest, "What do you want from me, is there something unclear about martial arts?"

"No, you explained everything clearly." The Guest replied, "I contacted you today to discuss something, have you heard of the Lingshan Immortal?"

"The painting in the cave?" Zhang Feng remembered, "Why? You’ve heard of it too?"

As Zhang Feng spoke, he suddenly asked, "Is the name Lingshan Immortal something you came up with, or have you heard some story?"

"Someone with the surname Fang said it." The Guest didn’t hide, "When he called me, I inquired about some matters regarding the mouse holes.

Because I also visited that cave a while ago, saw the painting, and became curious about it.

Just now when I talked to someone surnamed Fang, he said you called that painting ’Lingshan Immortal’."

The Guest continued, also questioning, "Actually, I wanted to ask you, why do you call it Lingshan Immortal?

I understand Lingshan, but what does Immortal mean? Does it really have some strange abilities?

Or is it like what you just said, some story you’ve heard?"

"A folk tale." Zhang Feng didn’t hide, recounting the ghost story, but didn’t mention the underground experience.

"Immortal? Raising mice?" The Guest hesitated for a few beats, feeling as if Zhang Feng was pulling his leg. "Do you believe in this?"

"Honestly, I don’t know." Zhang Feng shook his head, "Perhaps it’s true."

"If it’s true, then this person truly deserves to die." The Guest snorted, "Unable to control what he raises, harming so many people, he deserves even more to die."

"Even if he’s dead, he died over two hundred years ago." Zhang Feng shared some insights, "The skeletal remains of the mouse engraved with his image have been examined.

It was about eighty-five years old and died two hundred years ago.

Calculate any way you want, it all points to two hundred years ago.

Anyway, you won’t find him."

As Zhang Feng spoke, seeing the Guest without messages and yet seeking information, he straightforwardly said, "Alright, I’m off to bed, not chatting anymore."

He hung up the phone.

Zhang Feng lay with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, even though the Guest of this world couldn’t be found, it didn’t mean he couldn’t.

Maybe he will encounter him in another world.

Truth be told, Zhang Feng is a bit curious about the Lingshan Immortal, but not overly so.

Because Zhang Feng was very clear-minded, knowing that his main goal is to experience life and learn well.

Everything else is just scenery along the way, a glance, and then move forward.

Like the Guest, chatting for a few words and seeing if he has any new inventions.

Also like the King Snake and Luo Huo, if they’re good, chat a bit; if they’re bad, blow them away with a gun.

’Don’t bother with other people, nor other affairs.’

Zhang Feng stared at his hands, sensing a faint aura circulating over his palms, ’Now, what truly exists and benefits me is the inner strength training method I obtained in this world.

In the coming years, I will travel by train and focus on cultivation.

Strive to thoroughly comprehend inner strength.

This way, I can lay a stronger foundation for reality.

Only, this sudden arrival of inner strength has disrupted my plans.

Originally, I intended to spend thirty years studying the integration of transformation force and blood qi.

Now, it has turned into specializing in inner strength.

Yet this inner strength indeed has power.’

Zhang Feng pondered, looking at his constitution.

Now the constitution is at [137]

The inner strength proportion is 61 points.

And it hasn’t fully activated yet, with more than half of the blood vessels in the body not unblocked.

Zhang Feng feels that once everything is unblocked, there will be an even larger scale of ’continuous growth’.

Because then it will form a complete circulating small cycle.

If it integrates with blood qi and transformation force, then it will be the ’Three Points Return to Origin Qi’ grand cycle!

Thinking of his Three Points Return to Origin Qi, Zhang Feng felt excited, then turned on his phone, ready to watch ’Storm Rider: Conquer the World!’ again.

This world also has Storm Rider.

Including medicinal herbs being the same, that’s why the formula for vigorous force can be rapidly developed.

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Vacation ended.

Zhang Feng returned to the province, yet didn’t forget to invite Old Fang for a drink.

Returned the same day.

He heard there was nothing wrong with Old Fang, and had already reported back.

Zhang Feng, together with him, went to a small restaurant.

Didn’t book a private room.

The two sat in the hall, ordered some skewers, a few bottles of beer, and two bowls of noodles.

During the wait, smelling the fragrance wafting through the air.

He glanced at the few bottles of beer quickly placed on the table.