super sensory appraiser

"Am I going to die?"

Fang Feiyang felt that the surroundings were pitch black, and at the same time, the silence was terrifying.

He felt that he was soaking in the icy deep pool, but he couldn't feel the trace of the water flowing.He felt that he was at the entrance of the wind tunnel where the strong wind was raging, but he couldn't hear the sound of the strong wind blowing.

Fang Feiyang tried hard to open his eyes, and took a last look at the surrounding environment, but his eyelids seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter what, and couldn't wake up.

Accompanying him is only the suffocating darkness and silence...

......

I don't know how long it took, Fang Feiyang vaguely felt a trace of temperature coming from his chest, it was a temperature like a gossamer, but such an insignificant temperature seemed so dazzling around this cold and silent night, as if thick Navigating in fog, the sudden appearance of a navigation lighthouse is so noticeable.

Fang Feiyang's thoughts were all focused on this sudden temperature.

Gradually, the needle-like temperature began to spread around the chest, one millimeter, two millimeters, three millimeters...

The weak temperature slowly turned into a wave of heat, surging in his chest. At this moment, Fang Feiyang could feel that his chest was completely wrapped by this spreading heat, but the rest of his body was still abnormally cold .

What kind of feeling it was like, he couldn't tell.

Ice and fire?

The heat expands in the chest, and then spreads to the whole body.

Although Fang Feiyang couldn't move, his perception was still clear, and he sensed the changes in his body curiously.

Comfortable...

At this moment, Fang Feiyang seemed to feel that he was soaking in a natural hot spring pool, his body was soaked in the slightly hot spring water, and the pores all over his body were stretched, enjoying this wonderful moment.

"Am I back from hell to heaven?"

Fang Feiyang really couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality, so he simply didn't think about anything, just let nature take its course and let things develop.

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In Song Longshan's home, his study room is the largest among the many rooms.

His study is about [-] square meters, which is enough to catch up with the area of ​​an ordinary house.The study room is elegantly furnished. There are specially made lattice-shaped antique racks on both sides of the wall, on which various kinds of ceramic jars are placed.There are Yuan blue and white porcelain vases of different heights, one-ear red peach pottery cups representing the Qijia culture, and Taoist-style water purification bottles in the Qing Dynasty, etc.

Next to the other wall is a whole row of bookshelves. On the bookshelves are scattered and erected ancient rare books, including anecdotes, Chinese medicine books, Taoist scriptures, and even many literary works, covering everything.

In the area close to the bookshelf, there is a square table of rosewood with exquisite workmanship. The wood grain of the whole table is shallow and thin, straight as a vertical line.Arranged around the square table are eight poufs made of the same wood, tall and thin, and neatly arranged.The entire study room is decorated in the style of a mansion in the late Qing Dynasty, full of ancient style, and filled with a sense of elegance.

"Master, that young man is awake." Song Longshan's servant said softly outside the study.

"Oh? Go and see!"

Song Longshan was looking for some information in front of the bookshelf. Hearing this, he quickly put down the book in his hand and followed the servant to the guest room.

In the guest room, Fang Feiyang was sitting on the bed, looking at the room blankly, with curiosity and nervousness mixed in his expression.

After he woke up, the first thing he did was pinch his thigh hard to make sure if he was in a dream or reality!

"Hiss..." This stroke was too hard, and I grinned in pain.

"It's okay! I'm still alive! I just don't know where this is?" Fang Feiyang rubbed the place where he pinched the pain vigorously, and said to himself.

He still remembered that he drank too much at the class reunion last night, staggered and refused the support of his friend Zhang Guashan, and was about to walk to the side of the road and take a taxi home. Can't remember clearly, only vague fragments flashed through his mind quickly, he tried hard to remember, but couldn't catch this memory.

"Tread..." Just as Fang Feiyang's head was aching from thinking about it, a series of footsteps came from outside.

Two people entered the room, and the one in front was an old man aged about six to seventy years old, with gray hair, wearing a pair of round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, and wearing a blue-and-white plaid short-sleeve on his upper body. It is both spiritual and reveals a refined atmosphere.Behind him was a middle-aged woman in her 70s who stood respectfully behind the old man after entering the door.

The old man walked to Fang Feiyang's bed with a smile after entering the door.

"Young man, are you awake? How do you feel?" There was a hint of concern in the old man's eyes.

This question made Fang Feiyang stupid, what about me?I don't even know why I'm here?and who are you?Could it be that I lost my memory?

Fang Feiyang lowered his head and rubbed his temples vigorously, asking himself several questions in his mind.

No!I have a good memory. My name is Fang Feiyang, my father is Fang Weidong, and my mother is Li Zhen. My family lives in...Yesterday, the King of Farts called me to attend a class reunion. I drank a few more glasses...

Seeing Fang Feiyang's confused expression, the old man pressed his temples with both hands, as if he was trying to remember something.

"Young man, don't you remember me? Last night in the metasequoia forest in the new area, I was tracking down a thief. When I fought him in the forest, you were the one who reminded me to be careful of the other party's plot..."

Having said that, the old man paused for Fang Feiyang to recall again.

"Last night?... Metasequoia forest?..." Fang Feiyang seemed to recall some fragments.

"Metasequoia forest...Grenade?...Explosion?..." The scene of the square wooden box exploding suddenly flashed in Fang Feiyang's mind, and he caught something in the depths of his memory!

"Yes, that foreigner hid the grenade in a box and threw it to me. You jumped up and shouted loudly, and I was lucky enough to escape." The old man continued to tell the story of last night in a low voice, trying to slowly wake up This memory that the young man temporarily lost.

"That martial arts master in the woods?" Fang Feiyang opened his mouth wide, looking at the old man in disbelief.The last lost memory was finally fully recalled by him. Last night in the metasequoia forest, it was the old man fighting the high-nosed gringo. The scene was like a modern martial arts movie.

"Haha...ha, I can't talk about martial arts masters, old man Song Longshan, he can punch a little bit!"

The old man laughed heartily, narrowed his eyes, waved his hand slightly towards Fang Feiyang, and continued to smile and said: "Speaking of now, I haven't thanked you for saving my life, and haven't asked your name? "

Fang Feiyang has lived for more than [-] years and has not done anything good, let alone saved anyone. Besides, he did it unintentionally last night. I don't know where he got the courage. He yelled that voice, probably because he was drunk Afterwards, he was still not fully awake, relying entirely on a heroic impulse deep in his heart.

Fang Feiyang scratched his head embarrassingly, and said, "Hehe, my name is Fang Feiyang!"

"Which... old Mr. Song... what is this place..."

Fang Feiyang was rather cautious staying in an unfamiliar place, let alone sleeping all night.Although he recalled what happened in the woods last night, he passed out in the end. How did he come here?Where is this again?He didn't know it at all, and it still felt a little weird.

"Xiao Fang, the old man is getting too big, so I can call you Xiao Fang, okay."

"of course can."

Fang Feiyang stepped into the society at this age, and he didn't know how many times he was called "Little Fang" every day.

"Hehe, okay, Xiao Fang, this is my home. After you were stunned by the shock wave of the explosion last night, I brought you back and checked your body for no injuries. I didn't send you to the hospital. I arranged for you Sleep in this room."

As Song Longshan said, he took a few steps forward and sat on the side of the bed, motioning for Fang Feiyang to hand him his left hand. He tapped Fang Feiyang's pulse with his index finger and focused on feeling the condition of the other person's body.

"Well! Not bad, Xiao Fang, your physical fitness is very good, and you recovered quickly. I just brought you back yesterday. At that time, you were still a little weak. Now your pulse is strong and strong, and your energy and blood are strong, which is beyond my expectation. !"

Fang Feiyang was also embarrassed to lie on the bed at this time, turned over and was about to get out of bed.

Waking up in summer is convenient. Fang Feiyang looked at himself, he was still wearing the white short-sleeved shirt that he attended the class reunion yesterday, and the dark blue slacks on his lower body. It was his pair of cheap leather shoes bought online. I don’t know where they are. , can only stand up barefoot.

The middle-aged woman who had been standing respectfully by the side handed Fang Feiyang a pair of slippers at this time.