C7

In the end, the man's hand failed to swing out as he looked at Fang Zishu with a gaze full of resentment.

"That's right, Zishu, just how confident are you in this matter?" The policeman narrowed his eyes and put his hands in his pockets. He was holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hands. On the paper, he could faintly make out the bright red words written on it. It was unknown what he had memorized.

"At least seventy percent. You must know that our Fang family was a well-known family in the past. There are many things that can't be explained with the current science." This prophecy was unintentionally found by me in the genealogy book. As for whether it is real or not, only we can personally go there to find out. "Even if it's fake, we'll just treat it as a tourist trip."

In truth, Fang Zishu was also feeling anxious inside. He had flipped through the family tree and also saw the contents written on it. However, he did not tell the police that a page had been torn out after the legend. From those few words, he could only tell that the baby god seemed to have disappeared from the world. He did not know whether it was real or fake, so he could only ignore it.

"Actually, I don't really care whether this can change a person's fate or not. If I had half the fortune of your book, I wouldn't have been reduced to my current state."

The youngster waved his hand, appearing to be very helpless. Although he was very envious of Fang Zishu's family background, he knew that he did not have that kind of life, so he took the initiative to follow Fang Zhushu, wanting to see if this matter was true or false.

"I don't want to tell you the same thing a third time, cop. Digging into graves is a huge matter that harms the merits. Even if you get rich quickly, it's still a cornerstone of the Road to River Styx. You need to walk on it step by step. When the time comes for you to discover that you are unable to reverse your powers, it will not be that easy to stop your attacks. "

"Fine, at most I won't go. "What's more, it's not like I have to go …"

Fang Zishu swallowed the food in his mouth, and after a moment of silence, he looked at the note.

"Do you know why I was kicked out of the Fang family and why I was willing to follow you to this damned place to look for the so-called Divine Nascent Soul?"

"Why?" The note threw a bundle of clothes in front of Fang Zishu. He did not doubt the authenticity of the words Fang Zishu had spoken to him. In fact, the prescription had never fooled him.

"Because I have a problem here. I have been suffering from amnesia since I was young. If nothing comes up to me now, I will never be able to think of what to do next. "

After handing the leftover steamed bun in his hand to the note, Fang Zishu stood up, took out his lighter, and squatted in front of the pile of clothes.

"So, I kept disappointing my family, and in the end, I was kicked out of the family. I have talent, but because of this ailment that I have been suffering from since I was young, I am unable to inherit the teachings of my family. "

The lighter ignited the piece of clothing, and a ball of black smoke rolled out. A pungent smell filled the air. The note immediately threw away half of the steamed bun in his hand. By the time the scent was released, he had already lost his appetite.

"So I want to come here with you. Not only to help you get rid of your karma, but my own. Originally, I had the attitude of watching after seeing this so-called baby god. However, now, I have changed my view. "

Fang Zishu stood up, looking at the billowing black smoke as it dispersed into the world, his face filled with determination.

"I will accompany you. If you do not die, I will not abandon you."

"What are you talking about? If you want to go, then go. It's such a pity that you're a man. I won't fall for you." The young man looked disgusted as he hurriedly dodged eight feet away from Fang Zishu. However, his face was full of emotions, and he did not pretend in the slightest.

Fang Zishu rubbed his chest. There was a book there, and it was exactly this book that gave him confidence. It was also this book that gave him the chance to truly change his mind.

The note looked at Fang Zhushu's back and without leaving a trace, it tore off the golden hoop on his neck and threw it into the fire. As the flames rose up, the golden ring was quickly incinerated like a piece of paper and disappeared without a trace.

"You don't have to say, Zishu. After you burned my clothes, my whole body relaxed a lot. Is there something inside?"

Walking on the road, the policeman waved his arm in a relaxed manner. The redness in his eyes had disappeared without him realizing it, and he had reverted back to his previous relaxed state. He was still dressed in black, but his underwear had changed to a long collar that covered his neck. Even Fang Zishu did not notice that the golden collar around the young man's neck had long since disappeared.

"Of course there is. You caused a great disaster last night, and your body is already covered with bad luck. You can feel it yourself. Before you left the tower, was your physical fitness worse than before? "

"If it wasn't for my Heavenly Sacrifice to help you beg for mercy, you would have been covered in bad luck. This thing is much scarier than the karma that you have. However, it doesn't matter if it's burned.

As he walked, he touched the dog-skin book in his hand. He had a strange feeling that was hard to describe in his heart.

"Why is the quality of this book so much worse than last night? Is it because of the exposure? " Fang Ziyi frowned as he gently opened the book and looked at the contents on the first page. There seemed to be no difference between the contents of the book and the one he had read last night.

"I hope I'm overthinking it." After slapping his mouth while minding his own business, he completely ignored that matter.

"Ai!" That's right! "It's like this, but why do I feel like …" The policeman frowned. As he said this, his mind would always be filled with a few fragments. He did not know if it was a dream or something else.

"Feel what? Go on. "

"Why do I feel like I did a lot of things last night after you fell asleep, but now I can't remember anything at all."

The note stopped, trying its best to recall the memories in its mind. After a long time, it was only able to find two or three key points.

"Down stairs? A coffin? Mask? What's with what? "

The note tore at his hair frantically, but he still could not remember anything.

"Don't even think about it if you can't figure it out. I feel like this place isn't as simple as he looks. If this matter is settled, I will have to come back for a bit. " Putting away the book in his hand, Fang Zhushu stood at the edge of the cliff, looking at the village that was faintly discernible between the foothills of the mountain in the distance. He let out a light breath.

"Right, cop, let me ask you something. Have you been here before?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

It was already late in the afternoon when the two of them entered the village. Now was the time for dinner. Smoke was rising everywhere in the village.

The architectural style here was somewhat similar to that of the Miao Family of Yunnan. It was constructed of wood, making it look quite unique.

After the two entered the village, not a single person came forward to strike up a conversation. Everyone, regardless of whether they were adults or children, looked at the two of them with wary gazes.

Actually, this was easier to understand. After all, this village was located in a remote area and there were probably not many people from outside the village every year. Thus, it was normal for the villagers to act in such a manner.

Not long after, two robust looking men who were supporting an old man arrived in front of them and blocked their path.

Unexpectedly, the old man talked for a long time, but Fang Zhushu and the note stood there, not understanding a single word.

"Zi Shu, what is this old man saying? I just don't think it's a good thing. " The note whispered into the book's ear, while one of its eyes glanced at the two men. No one knew what it was thinking in its heart.

"Shut up. If you don't understand then I can understand. Did we enter some barbarian tribe?"

"Damn, you're even more unreliable than me."

After a moment, the old man seemed to have realized something and felt awkward for a few seconds. He then urged the man beside him to return to the village. It was unknown what he was up to. After the time it took to make a cup of tea, the man returned with a girl around the same age as the police officer.

"Hello, outsider. The village chief asked me to ask you all what are you all doing here?" Even though the girl's Mandarin wasn't considered standard, and even had a strong rustic feel to it, at least the two of them could understand it. This was already considered pretty good.

"Ya, Zi Shu, look. This little girl knows how to speak."

"Bam." Fang Zishu kicked this useless coward away, righting himself before explaining to the girl.

"We are from the city, we plan to travel to the closest place, the Yellow River. It is getting late, we just need to find a place to sleep, we will leave at daybreak, and we will not cause anymore troubles for your village." "Well, here's the reward."

With that, he took out a piece of Grandfather Mao's paper and handed it over to the girl.

Sure enough, money was always the most effective thing. When the old man saw the red tickets, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly called for the two to come in and take a seat.

But at this time, Fang Zishu casually glanced at the back of the girl's head. It was unknown what he saw, but his feet lost their balance, and he fell to the ground together with the note.