The metaphysics boss Gu wear will amaze the world in the future

Chapter 232 With her, there is no word "lose"

Zhang Mingyang lowered his head.

After a long time, he replied, "I know."

He is not a fool. During this period of time, he kept recalling the process of his master's death, always finding out all kinds of things that he could have done but still didn't notice, sinking himself in an invisible ocean, accompanied by Huge pain and pressure... But the more he recalled, the clearer he was about what kind of mentality his master had when facing death.

He knew, he always knew, the last thing Master wanted to see was him like this, but he was too uncomfortable, he was really too uncomfortable.

"Dad, master has been a policeman for decades, and he has always been on the front line. He saved so many people. Why did it end like this?" Zhang Mingyang looked at Zhang's father.

Father Zhang said with a heavy expression, "Because the world is impermanent, the life of a person is very fragile, but a person like your master has given full play to his life. No matter what the outcome is, he is always worthy of everyone's respect. And In this society, there are still many people, just like your master, if your master can talk, if we ask him if we don’t regret it, the answer he will give must be——no regret!”

Zhang Mingyang closed his eyes and wiped away the tears on his face.

Zhang's father talked a lot, and soon fell asleep again. The nurse came to change the IV, and Zhang Mingyang watched over his father in front of the hospital bed all night. In the end, Zhang Mingyang forced him to go to the escort ward to rest.

early morning.

Zhang Mingyang sat from the dark night until the first morning light. He watched the light outside the window getting stronger and brighter. The golden light shone in through the window and sprinkled on Zhang Mingyang's face.

Zhang's mother didn't sleep well, and came here very early.

After eight o'clock, Zhang's father also woke up.

Zhang's mother pushed Zhang Mingyang and advised him, "Yangyang, you have been on guard all night, why don't you go and rest for a while?"

Zhang Mingyang shook his head, and said to Zhang's mother, "Mom, I still have something to do. Take care of Dad."

Mother Zhang was worried, "But you didn't sleep all night——"

"It's okay, Mom, I can take it." Zhang Mingyang remembered that when he and his master worked on cases together, they often stayed up late to read the files.

Zhang Mingyang walked out of the hospital, took a taxi, and reported the hotel address given by Yan Jiuxian yesterday.

Yan Jiuxian and Fu Ziqi had just had breakfast when they received a call from the front desk saying that Zhang Mingyang had come to look for him, so Fu Ziqi asked her to let him go upstairs.

Zhang Mingyang returned the Hanchanyu to Fu Ziqi, and said, "Thank you."

Fu Ziqi asked him to sit down.

Zhang Mingyang asked directly, "Miss Fu, can you just tell me what happened to me?"

Fu Zixi glanced at Yan Jiuxian. She happened to discuss this matter with Yan Jiuxian last night.

This is another method of cultivating evil.If there is no accident, it is the handwriting of Po Ling.

Fu Ziqi was really tired of this organization.

However, Yan Jiuxian said that Yanjing has made some progress, dug up something from Dugu's house, and now Yan Zhaoming is following up.

And Zhang Mingyang here...

Fu Ziqi didn't hide anything, and told him bluntly, "Remember what I said before that your luck is against the heavens? The current situation is because someone coveted your luck and took it away from you luck."

Zhang Mingyang listened in a daze.

He didn't want to believe that things like luck could be taken away, but he had seen the methods of these ancient warriors: barriers, formations...these only existed in novels.

Zhang Mingyang covered his face with his palms, but he could only ask weakly and dryly, "Why?"

Fu Ziqi pursed his lips, "I'm sorry."

Thousands of years ago, she said the same thing to a man who was persecuted by ancient warriors.

But she understands that no amount of sorry can make up for their hurt.

Zhang Mingyang smiled ugly and murmured, "What does this have to do with Miss Fu?"

Fu Ziqi looked at him silently.

Zhang Mingyang said that people with good luck are rare, but good luck is coveted and fought for, which seems to be another kind of bad luck.

Because it was snatched away by magic, Zhang Mingyang fell directly from one extreme to the other.

Fu Ziqi said, "Zhang Mingyang, I will help you get back your luck and avenge you."

Zhang Mingyang twitched the corner of his mouth, not knowing what kind of expression and mood he should face, "Thank you."

Fu Zixi knew that Zhang Mingyang was still a little bit stuck, but what she could do now was to get Zhang Mingyang's luck back first, and then follow the traces on Zhang Mingyang's body to find out the evil cultivator who had the ability to steal his luck .

To put it another way, is it possible that Zhang Mingyang was not the first victim?
This is just too scary.

What are they doing with such luck?
Fu Zixi didn't say any more, just drew a formation diagram on the spot, and asked Zhang Mingyang to sit in the center.Generally speaking, if one wants to snatch someone's luck, there must be a causal line between the snatcher and the snatched. She only needs to pass through the causal line to get back Zhang Mingyang's robbed luck. Online to find the person behind this.

If Zhang Mingyang was not the first victim, how many people would have been victimized in this way before him?

Everyone in this world has more or less luck, such as Zhang Mingyang is so lucky, not many, and luck has a critical point, but if the luck is too low to exceed this critical point, then this People are screwed too.

Zhang Mingyang hadn't reached this point yet, and she noticed something strange, but before that, would anyone have died because of it?
Yan Jiuxian stood aside to protect her.

The next step is for Fu Zixi to find out the causal line connecting him and the snatcher on Zhang Mingyang, and then use the causal line to fight against the person behind him. If she wins, that person will suffer backlash. If she loses, It will be her who will be backlashed.

But here in Fu Ziqi, there is no such word as "lose".

Zhang Mingyang sat on the formation map, this formation was to protect his life, Fu Zixi fought with others, if it affected him, he was just an ordinary person, and he would either die or be injured.

Yan Jiuxian had some hidden worries between his brows.

Fu Zixi comforted him and also comforted Zhang Mingyang, "Don't worry, trust me."

Soon, it begins.

Zhang Mingyang only felt a mass of drowsiness rushing up. He gritted his teeth hard to stay awake, but he heard Fu Zixi say, "It's okay, you can sleep."

Accompanied by Fu Ziqi's words, Zhang Mingyang seemed to be unable to resist sleepiness any longer, and gradually lost consciousness.

At this time, in Yanjing, in a luxurious European-style villa.

The man wearing the mask suddenly frowned and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The young man who was sitting at the top changed his face when he saw this, "What's wrong with you?"

(End of this chapter)