Wang Ye's mind was still concentrated in his body, and he seemed not to notice the changes around him.
Xiaosi's palm was raised in the air but did not fall down for a long time.
Finally, half a minute later, she retracted her hand silently and stiffly returned to its original place, standing still.
Wang Ye, who was meditating, flicked the boning knife pressed under his palm back into his cuff without leaving any trace, and once again fully digested the power of the half fruit.
Different from the previous one produced in the suburban cemetery, the energy of this fruit is relatively mild. Although the energy is much larger than it, it has always been maintained at a level that can be controlled by Wang Ye.
From noon until night.
The energy of this fruit was finally completely digested by Wang Ye.
He breathed a long sigh of relief. The side effects caused by the previous use of the Ghost Sword had been completely eliminated, and his strength had steadily improved.
If he faced Canaan again, he could destroy his body in ten minutes at most!
And now, he still has a complete fruit in his hand. Although the risks of this trip to the ancient domain are high, the benefits are also not small!
At this moment, the wooden door leading to the post office appeared silently in the living room.
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the bedroom. After finding that Xiao Wu was still unconscious, he cautiously closed the door to his room, then opened the wooden door and entered the post office.
For some reason, Wang Ye always felt that the post office seemed a little different than before, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Wang Ye reluctantly returned the human skin mask and came to the front desk.
There was only one line of small, crooked words on the note.
'Next mission: 12 o'clock tomorrow night. '
...
I just came back from a narrow escape, but the post office only gave me one day to rest?
One day, I will be killed by this post office.
Silently complaining, Wang Ye turned and left.
But as he traveled to the ancient domain, Wang Ye always had a question in his heart.
Did he meet the post office by mistake, or did the post office find him on his own initiative?
Moreover, why does the ancient domain only appear in my own community?
Was it really just a coincidence that he appeared at the center of this whirlpool?
With confusion, Wang Ye sat on the sofa and fell asleep.
…
As night fell, in the room next to Wang Ye, 'Wang Ye' carefully placed the encyclopedia on the table, lightly sprayed the perfume in the room a few times, and then opened the door with satisfaction and left.
Standing in the corridor, he looked at Wang Ye's door with some nostalgia, and finally disappeared into the darkness.
When he reappeared, he was already standing outside Shangjing City, feeling the breath of the wasteland and walking alone.
As the ancient domain appeared and disappeared, Wang Ye's neighbors finally left.
Xingfu Community began to become quiet.
When the day team of superpowers appeared and started cleaning, they found only empty rooms and Mao Yongan who was still digesting the fruit.
The next day.
Xiao Wu was still in a coma, but his breathing was much calmer.
With nothing to do, Wang Ye finally remembered that he had an A team in Donghua District and its members.
When they arrived at the base, only Wang Qiang and Liu Qian were fulfilling their duties.
"Li Hongtian still hasn't come?"
Wang Ye asked.
Wang Qiang shook his head: "I came here once in the morning and left when I found you were not there."
Looking for me?
Wang Ye thought for a moment: "What about Zhou Han?"
I haven't seen Zhou Han for several days. Without that nervous woman, even the air is much quieter.
"Zhou Han?"
"Who is Zhou Han?"
Wang Qiang's somewhat puzzled voice made Wang Ye's face become serious.
Asked Liu Qian, Liu Qian also looked at Wang Ye with a confused look, saying that she had never heard of this name at all.
Feeling something was wrong, Wang Ye took out his phone and wanted to show the two of them Zhou Han's photos, but...
On the phone, Zhou Han's figure disappeared from the photo, leaving only the background, as if he had never appeared.
"By the way, Captain, the materials from the Operations Department and Intelligence Department have been sent over." Wang Qiang's voice was a little excited. After all, this is a large amount of resources. If used properly, it can provide greater guarantee for their safety.
Wang Ye's thoughts had already drifted away: "Well, you can handle it as you see fit."
Compared to those supplies that he already looked down upon, he was now more concerned about Zhou Han's problems.
Why is it erased from people's memories, and even traces of its existence disappear?
But he is the only one who still retains the memory of her!
Suburban cemetery!
Yes, there are also photos of Zhou Han on the suburban cemetery!
Wang Ye quickly rushed to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. When he found that the old man was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief and came to the tombstone belonging to Zhou Han.
but...
Ji Ziqian's original name was replaced.
Wang Fugui!
The photo also changed from Zhou Han to a somewhat obese middle-aged man!
No, it's impossible!
Your memory will never be confused!
Wang Ye has absolute confidence in himself.
Thinking about this, Wang Ye exited the suburban cemetery, returned home, and searched for the photo of the suburban cemetery on the computer again!
It was in that photo that he discovered Zhou Han's identity problem!
But looking at the photo again, Wang Fugui's name also appeared in it.
Wang Fugui...
Who is it again!
Searching for files about Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui, 1948-1982.
merchant.
Death from illness.
No children.
The short introduction shows that this person did not seem to have much status at the time.
Everything is very ordinary.
Wang Ye shut down the computer with a solemn expression and fell into deep thought.
…
Buddhist country.
Canaan, who fell on the bed with serious injuries and was unconscious for a whole day and night, suddenly opened his eyes.
A group of old monks were surrounding the bed.
The moment Canaan woke up, they all lowered their heads and clasped their palms together.
"I have met the Buddha."
"I have met the Buddha."
Canaan, who should have been happy, now seemed a little angry, and shouted unwillingly: "A bunch of bastards!"
The old monks looked at each other in confusion.
This Buddha...
Why are you being rude to them?
The next moment, Canaan suddenly woke up and hurriedly pushed himself up from the bed. He regained his gentle expression and saluted to many old monks.
Just lowering his head to hide his gaze was full of anger!
Those bastards who are not sons of man, sooner or later I will blow their heads off one by one with my own hands!
"The Buddha said: After three months, you should enter the world."
At this time, a bald child staggered to the door and spoke in a childish voice.
"Amitabha."
Many old monks and Canaan chanted the Buddha's name one after another.
