Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

He smiled faintly and glanced at Boss Wu who was still watching the live broadcast at the door, then his gaze returned to Zhou Yan's face and his lips moved slightly.

"Come with me, young man, let's find a place to talk about your origins."

Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed, he turned around to look at Boss Wu and found that he didn't seem to hear Zhang Daosheng's voice.

"Don't look at it. Although my 'sound transmission' is just a crude trick that can't be shown on the stage, it's not something that an ordinary person like the restaurant owner can figure out."

Zhou Yan heard the faint voice again as if ringing in his ear, and looked up at the opposite side in surprise.

A peaceful smile appeared on Zhang Daosheng's kind face.

This is the legendary - super master!

Zhou Yan's heart trembled and he made a decision immediately.

Follow your heart!

He nodded slightly.

Zhang Daosheng stood up with satisfaction, and when he saw that Zhou Yan did not follow him, he looked back again.

But Zhou Yan was seen eating rice quickly with chopsticks, finishing all the leftover rice and dishes.

Then he tore off a piece of paper, wiped his mouth and stood up.

Zhang Daosheng found it interesting and couldn't help smiling.

Zhou Yan stood up after finishing his meal. Seeing Zhang Daosheng's smiling eyes, he explained embarrassedly: "It can't be wasted."

Zhang Daosheng smiled even more and made a "please" gesture.

Zhou Yan followed him out of the store obediently, and before leaving, he greeted Boss Wu: "Brother Wu, I'm full, and the meal tonight is delicious too."

Boss Wu waved his hand at him indifferently, then looked at Zhang Daosheng who was walking in front of Zhou Yan in confusion: "Do you know this old ghost?"

"Well," Zhou Yan smiled, "An old man whom I met by coincidence. I'll leave first. Angkor's business is booming!"

"No!" The fat boss waved his hand quickly, "It's late at night, it's best if there's no business. I'll pack up and go back later."

After a brief chat, Zhou Yan said goodbye to his boss and left with Zhang Daosheng.

"You seem to have a good relationship with your neighbors." The old man smiled leisurely.

"Yeah." Zhou Yan nodded silently, "They may feel sorry for me, so they are more caring."

"I think you are quite energetic." Zhang Daosheng looked at Zhou Yan for a few times, "This walking posture. Nanming sword. No, you even practiced the Rain Swallow Disturbance?"

The content of the old man's words was a question, but his tone was a statement of certainty.

Zhou Yan helplessly responded honestly: "Grandpa Zhang, your vision is really vicious."

At this moment, he had some vague guesses about the identity of this mysterious old man.

He is an old acquaintance of Luo Huaiyi and is very familiar with the posture characteristics of the Nanming sword.

He must be a senior or a big shot in Suzaku Palace.

While chatting, the two turned out of the brightly lit old street and came to a quiet street corner.

Here, there is a black car driven by a driver.

Zhang Daosheng didn't let Zhou Yan get in the car, but gestured, and the two of them stood beside the car.

He leaned lightly on his cane, looked at the Nanming Sword Hall in the distance in the night, and sighed slightly.

Seeing that the old man seemed to be reminiscing, Zhou Yan tactfully did not say anything and just stood quietly beside him.

After a while, Zhang Daosheng did not turn around and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

Zhou Yan knew that Zhang Daosheng was asking him.

He took a deep breath and said calmly, "I don't know either. I woke up in the alley next to the sword hall and became like this. Moreover, everything is unfamiliar to me."

Although the old man didn't look at him, he subconsciously raised his disabled left arm and pointed at the eyepatch covering his right eye with his right hand.

"Then what?" Zhang Daosheng asked calmly.

"Then, Xiao Ke found me and took me in."

Zhou Yan stated the facts that happened some time ago.

From the time when Luo Ke took him in, to the time when he got rid of his depression and regained his spirits, to the time when he went to Luo Xuan to learn swordsmanship, and to the time when he worked for the bosses in the neighborhood to earn food, accommodation and tuition fees.

Except for the fact that he traveled from Earth and walked in the Realm of Disaster, everything he said was true.

Two minutes later, Zhou Yan finished his brief review and then looked at the old man calmly.

During the process, Zhang Daosheng listened calmly without interrupting.

After a while, he sighed

He turned to look at Zhou Yan, his eyes puzzled: "Everything you said is basically consistent with what I know. Now there are two possibilities - the first is that your appearance is a sophisticated, long-planned conspiracy."

“Second.” Zhang Daosheng sighed, “You really are a strange guy who appeared out of nowhere and even I can’t find out your origins.”

"you say."

"Should I believe the first reasonable speculation or the second ridiculous speculation?"

When he asked this question, his eyes looking at Zhou Yan were deep and dangerous.

A breeze blew by, and the branches on the street swayed, and the shadows of the trees were scattered, like a demon dancing wildly.

***

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Chapter 60 The Fate of the Traveler

Facing Zhang Daosheng's dangerous gaze.

And the restrained, yet terrifying, murderous intent that was as boundless as a tsunami.

Zhou Yan's body was tense, but his expression was calm.

He answered frankly: "To be honest, if it were me, I would naturally believe the first speculation more."

"I can't think of any way to prove that I'm just an innocent person with amnesia."

Hearing Zhou Yan's frank words, Zhang Daosheng paused slightly.

He nodded slowly, still looking at Zhou Yan: "Yes, judging from the information, you have a big problem."

As he spoke, his restrained murderous intent was slightly released, and the terrifying murderous intent immediately enveloped Zhou Yan, immediately making Zhou Yan's entire back soaked with cold sweat.

He almost summoned his life suit and fought desperately.

"Although, this old man looks like an unfathomable guy at first glance."

"Just from the aura, I'm afraid he is at least one level stronger than Luo Xuan. No, two levels stronger."

"But no matter how strong he is, he is only human, right? My life suit can be put on and merged in an instant, so I might be able to kill him with one strike."

Zhou Yan's heart was beating fast.

Unexpectedly, the old man's boundless murderous aura suddenly dissipated.

"You don't have to be nervous."

"Huai Yi is dead. There is nothing worth coveting about his two daughters.

"Although you have a secret, both the results of the investigation and my intuition tell me that you have good intentions towards those two little girls."

He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"You go."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Zhou Yan to leave.

Feeling that Zhang Daosheng suddenly withdrew his murderous intent, Zhou Yan's tense body finally relaxed slowly.

I had originally thought that if it was absolutely necessary, I would immediately summon my life suit and activate super fusion, but my thoughts gradually calmed down.

Zhou Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, thought for a moment, and then asked the old man, "Grandpa Zhang, may I ask who you are?"

Zhang Daosheng glanced at him calmly and said in a low voice: "Suzaku Palace, Elder."

Zhou Yan nodded and remained silent.

"Elder? He should be an important person, right?"

'Do you want to get close to me? Or hug me?'

When Zhang Daosheng saw Zhou Yan's expression, he knew that he had no idea about his identity and was too lazy to introduce himself to this guy.

Instead, he opened the car door and got in.

With a "bang", the car door closed.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan knew that the old man didn't want to chat with him more.

He turned around and left silently.

But then I heard the sound of the rear car window lowering.

He looked back in confusion.

Zhang Daosheng just raised his hand, and a white object flew towards him.

Zhou Yan subconsciously reached out to take it, and when he looked down, he saw a gold-plated white business card with Zhang Daosheng's name and a string of numbers on it.

"This is my personal number." The old man said slowly, "In the future, if you encounter something that Luo Xuan can't handle, just call me on this number."

Zhou Yan thought for a moment and asked, "Grandpa Zhang, since we are old acquaintances, why don't you communicate with Xiaoxuan in person?"

Zhang Daosheng was silent for two seconds and shook his head: "That child doesn't want to see me."

"Oh." Zhou Yan looked at the old man and tactfully stopped asking questions. "Then I'll go first."

"Yeah." Zhang Daosheng waved his hand.

When Zhou Yan was about to turn around, he said calmly, "I have already arranged for you to deal with your illegal household registration problem. Someone will come to the sword hall to find you in a few days. Just cooperate with me then."

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows.

After being threatened by this old man's murderous intentions for so long, now there is finally some good news.

After saying the last sentence, Zhang Daosheng raised the car window again.

Zhou Yan also knew that this sudden meeting tonight would end here.

He turned silently and went back to the old street.

Inside the car, the old man stared at Zhou Yan's back through the one-way light-transmitting window with a somewhat puzzled look in his eyes.

“It really looks like

"If I hadn't seen Huaiyi's child die

“Now, I’m afraid it looks like this.

"No wonder those two girls would treat him like that..."

He was muttering to himself, but no one knew what he was saying.

*

Four days later.

After Zhou Yan completed another round of Nanming Sword practice in the corner, he had not yet started the next round.

Luo Ke, who had been waiting on the side, stopped him.

"Brother Zhou Yan, someone is looking for you."

"Find me?"

Zhou Yan turned his head in confusion and saw a middle-aged man in official uniform standing next to Luo Ke.

The official staff of the Tianyuan Empire basically wear a signature uniform similar to Tang suits with a white background and Yinglong patterns. They look smart, dignified and majestic, and ordinary people can recognize them at a glance.

At this moment, the man saw Zhou Yan's eyes and stepped forward with a smile: "You are Mr. Zhou Yan, right?"

"Yes, it's me. May I ask what you are doing?" Zhou Yan nodded politely.