235: C235 It Was a Good Ghost

C235 It Was a Good Ghost

"Old ghost, that Zhuo Tianyang must be very powerful, right? How strong is he now?"

"Zhuo Tianyang's cultivation base?"

All of a sudden, the old ghost was startled and asked seriously, "Kid, why are you asking this?"

Looking at the old ghost's nervous face, Faang Xuan's heart sank. However, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he said in a casual tone, "Look at how nervous you are. What else can I do? I'm just curious. I'll just ask."

"Stinking brat, I'm warning you. Don't be stupid. I can tell you that the Zhuo family is definitely more terrifying than you can imagine. The reason why you are able to live until now is because you haven't touched the bottom line of the Zhuo family. Once you do something that violates the bottom line of others, the Zhuo family will kill you. It's no different than crushing an ant."

Faang Xuan showed a casual expression, but he didn't dispel the old ghost's vigilance. Instead, he gave a stern warning.

" Alright, alright. I say, old ghost, it shouldn't be like that, right? Alright, I know the depth of the Zhuo family. Tell me about it. I'm really curious. As the head of the number one family in Huaxia, what is the cultivation base of the Zhuo family?"

"Cultivation base? Hehe..."

The old ghost suddenly wore a serious expression. Although he was smiling, there was a hint of heaviness in his smile.

"No one knows his cultivation base. Even the big shots don't know about it. No one has ever seen him fight. However, the people of Secret Service Company know that all those who have seen him fight are no longer alive."

"Ah? So overbearing? Even you guys don't know any clues? The Secret Service Company has been established for so many years. There should be some relevant information, right?" Faang Xuan shivered, and his mood sank to the bottom.

"Related information? Let me think about it."

Old Ghost held Erguotou's head and fell into deep thought.

Just as Faang Xuan was getting impatient, he slowly said, "Ten years ago, the Z-Science Institute of Biology wanted to do an investigation on the limits of human strength. That was the only time Zhuo Tianyang made a move in public, but he was not facing a living person. It was a high-tech tester, and I just became the director. I was fortunate enough to witness that test of strength."

" How was the result? " Faang Xuan's eyes lit up. He was eager to know the answer.

"One punch, without any acceleration. He blew up the strength tester that could withstand fifty thousand kilograms with just one punch. At that time, there were many experts who were fortunate enough to be present. However, everyone could see that he did not use his full strength. At most, he only used his full strength..."

The old ghost stretched out two fingers and made a second hand gesture.

"Twenty percent? He blew up a strength tester weighing fifty thousand kilograms with just twenty percent of his strength?"

Faang Xuan suddenly felt a chill on his back. Twenty percent of his strength was already more than fifty thousand Jin? Furthermore, it was a strike from a distance. What if it was a hundred percent of his strength? What if it was not the Fist Aura but the 100% of his fist's strength?

Initially, Faang Xuan felt that he was already a monster, but compared to Zhuo Tianyang... The difference between heaven and earth was like the difference between heaven and earth. Now, he was attacking with all his strength, and it was accumulating strength and increasing his speed. At most, it would be a hundred thousand Jin. If he added in the temporary eruption of the small universe... Perhaps it could reach a hundred and fifty thousand jin, that was already the limit.

A punch of a hundred and fifty thousand Jin, even if he had used up all the strength in his body to send out such a powerful punch, if his opponent did not fall, then Faang Xuan would no longer have the strength to fight back.

Comparing the two, Faang Xuan felt a sense of helplessness. Comparisons were indeed infuriating. Saying that he was the limit of human strength was simply a joke.

"Alright, kid. Don't let your imagination run wild. You don't have to be afraid either. As long as you are a member of the Secret Service Company, the Zhuo family won't dare to kill you openly and openly. Let's talk about these things here. I will hand this register over to the big shots. As for what you told me before, you don't have to worry about it. I will report to the big boss secretly. Remember, what do you usually do... In the future, don't tell anyone about this in front of others. "

The old ghost didn't seem to be at ease. He reminded Faang Xuan repeatedly. At the same time, he could also tell that the Zhuo family was a very powerful force. Even though he knew that they were up to no good, he didn't dare to attack them immediately. They could only bear with it and find an opportunity to erupt.

However, Faang Xuan was open-minded about these things. He had never thought about pretending to be someone's enemy. The reason why he told the old ghost was because of his duty as a member of the Secret Service Company.

"Faang Xuan, it was the big boss who called you back. Three days ago, we received the news..."

...

Ten miles of flat lake frost covered the sky.

Every inch of her hair was black and full of melancholy.

She looked at the moon to protect herself.

She only envied the mandarin ducks, not the immortals.1

In a cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing, in front of a very ordinary gravestone.

The tombstone looked to be quite old. The words engraved on it had become mottled and had traces of time. However, one could vaguely see the words on it: I love Muh Qingya's tomb.

"Qingya, I have returned to see you. Hehe, it has been eighteen years, three months, and five days since we last saw each other. These years, we must have been very lonely, right?"

In front of the gravestone stood a thin man. He looked to be in his forties. He had a medium and somewhat thin body. His eyebrows were clear but not thick. His eyes were deep and melancholic, carrying an undecipherable vicissitude.

"Will you blame me? Heh, you will definitely blame me. I haven't come to see you for eighteen years, for eighteen years. You will definitely blame me..."

The man looked at the tombstone with a somewhat melancholy gaze. That gaze was like looking at his most beloved lover. There was a faint sorrow and sorrow on his face. It actually looked so miserable.

"Qing Ya, give me a week. I'll come here to accompany you in a week. When that time comes, we'll be together forever, and we'll never be separated!"

The man reached out his hand and gently stroked the rough gravestone. A few drops of clear tears slid down and fell on the tombstone. They flowed along the mottled handwriting, and at some point... The sky started to drizzle. Instantly, the rain mixed with tears. It added a layer of hazy beauty to this tombstone, which no one had cared about for for for eighteen years.

"Qingya, wait for me. When I get my debt from eighteen years ago, I'll come here to accompany you forever!"

Leaving behind a fresh lily in front of the tombstone, the man caressed the tombstone once again. He tightened the black windbreaker on his body and disappeared into the cemetery in the blink of an eye.

Walking through a long corridor, an old man walked in front of him. He was the manager of the cemetery. The man revealed a kind smile and stopped in front of the old man.

"Sir, can I trouble you with something?"

The old man was stunned. He looked at the lonely man and asked curiously, "You're here to sweep the graves of your family, right? It's been a long time. It's time to visit your loved ones. What did you just say? "

The man took out a bank card and handed it to the old man. "Sir, there's a sum of money inside. The password is six eight. Do you see that tombstone? I'm not from here. I might never come again after coming here this time. I want you to plant flowers on the grave at the Qingming Festival on the 15th of every year. Burn some paper."

The old man held up the glasses on his face and looked at the man once again. There was a look of approval on his face. "Take the money back. Just because of your heart... As long as I'm alive and still working here... During the holidays, I'll definitely burn incense for that grave. "

It turned out that the old man was also a person of character. It could be imagined that... He must have been a warmhearted person when he was young, but the man still stuffed the card into the old man's hands. He thanked him solemnly and waited for the old man to turn around. When he wanted to return the card, he suddenly lost the man's figure.

"It's not dark yet. Did you see a ghost?"

Holding the bank card in his hand, even the old man who had dealt with the dead for half his life. But then, a relieved smile appeared on his aged face. "Hehe! Even if it's a ghost, it's still a good ghost. This card... I'll keep it for you for the time being. When we meet again in the future... I'll return it to you. "

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