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Chapter 112 Your Grandpa's Inheritance 【Please subscribe! 】

A few hours later, Qing Xia walked out of the clothing store with Jiang Ling under the farewell of the clerk, carrying her large and small bags.

The two found a place where no one was around, and Jiang Ling happily put the clothes into his space ring.

At this time, it happened that Zhang Zhongbao called.

"Lord Qingxia, the matter has been settled, that Lin Fan should be on the train back to his hometown by now."

"Well, you did a good job." Qing Xia praised.

"It's a trivial matter, it's just a trivial matter. By the way, Master Qingxia, hasn't your residence been destroyed by those lightning bolts? If you don't mind, our Zhang family has an unused villa area. Let's treat it as your favor. Thank you for your kindness from our Zhang family."

"Yo, it's quite comprehensive, so I'll be disrespectful."

"Where is it, it is our honor that you can accept it."

……

At this moment, Lin Fan was sitting on the train bound for the nameless mountain.

It was very quiet in the carriage, most of the passengers kept silent, and even the train attendants rarely moved.

This is because the terminal of the train is an ominous place!
It is said that more than ten years ago, a small disaster befell in the nameless mountain, causing considerable turmoil.

Yanhuang hall dispatched hundreds of supernatural beings to quell it.

Even so, most of the villages in these ten miles and eight townships have been relocated.

After all, no one knows whether the disaster left a fish that slipped through the net?

If the people in the deep mountains and old forests encounter strange things that survived, they will really die.

Therefore, this nameless mountain has become an ominous place in the eyes of everyone.

but!

There are always some old-fashioned people in this world.

Otherwise, the train would not be going to the nameless mountain.

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It was noon soon.

"Here comes the box lunch, here comes the box lunch."

The train stewards pushed the dining car and sold it all the way.

"I want braised pork."

"Give me some dumplings."

"We want eggplant bibimbap."

……

Driven by hunger, the passengers finally had some energy, and they chatted in low voices while enjoying their lunch.

But Lin Fan didn't buy anything to eat, just sat quietly by the window, staring at the window erratically, wondering what he was thinking?
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"My grandfather's grave was dug up. Which goddamn bastard did it? Don't let me catch you!"

Lin Fan's nails were clenched into his flesh, and his eyes were fierce, not at all like a high school student should be.

Although he left his hometown when he was young and his memory is a bit blurred, his grandfather never forgot Lin Fan's love for him when he was alive.

Therefore, no matter what the truth of the matter is, Lin Fan has made up his mind to find out the matter thoroughly.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sneaked here during the holiday.

A few hours later, the train arrived.

Based on the vague and limited memory in his mind, Lin Fan finally arrived at the village before night fell.

This is not a densely populated magic city.

So under normal circumstances, it will not attract any weirdness.

But even if there are really weird haunts, the current Lin Fan is not afraid at all.

He's just a little... not used to walking around at night.

Looking at the dilapidated village, Lin Fan was deeply moved.

When he was six years old, he went to the magic city with his father.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years passed.

My hometown has become so desolate.

"I don't know if there are still people living in the village?" Lin Fan thought in his heart.

Just at this moment, Qing Xia suddenly found that there was a candle burning in a house not far away.

"Great, someone!"

Lin Fan quickly rushed towards that family.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was a knock on the door.

An old voice came from the courtyard: "Who is it? If you don't sleep at night, what kind of door are you knocking on?"

"Master, I'm the grandson of Lin Goudan's family. I came back to my hometown to run some errands. Look, it's getting late now. Can you let me stay overnight?" Lin Fan shouted into the house.

"Goudan'er's grandson!"

The voice of the old village chief's surprise came from the house.

Of course, he was pretending.

After a while of footsteps sounded.

"Crench."

The courtyard gate was opened.

An old man with a tall stature came into Lin Fan's eyes.

This person is the old village chief who was threatened by Qing Xia.

"You are Xiaofan. I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you have grown up so much. By the way, you and your grandfather really look alike when you were young."

The old village chief pretended to be excited and held Lin Fan's hand tightly.

Lin Fan felt a chill, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Seeing that the old village chief was almost done, he coughed twice and said, "Xiaofan, I am the old village chief. I hugged you when you were young."

Lin Fan raised his brows: "Old village chief? I seem to have a little impression."

"That's right, your grandfather and I are good friends who have been friends for decades. I used to visit your house often, remember?"

"It seems... right."

"Don't act like it, come and come, it's getting dark, let's go, let's go into the house and talk."

The old village head grabbed Lin Fan's arm and led him into the gate of the courtyard.

"He has body temperature, he is human!" Lin Fan murmured in his heart.

However, the gloomy atmosphere here still made Lin Fan a little uncomfortable.

Just like that, Lin Fan followed the old village chief into the room that was only lit by a faint candle.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

As soon as he entered the door, a musty smell choked Lin Fan.

"Old village chief, how long has it been since you cleaned?"

"Hahaha, I'm old and I don't want to move anymore. Anyway, I don't know how many years I can live, so let's make do with it."

"No, old village chief, I think your body is not much worse than my father's. How do you maintain your health?"

"Oh, really? Maybe it's because I learned a little bit from your grandpa when I was young."

The old village head officially started his "performance".

"You mean my grandfather taught you... martial arts?"

"That's right, don't you remember? Back then, your grandfather was a well-known kung fu master in all the towns and villages. His iron fist kung fu made him very powerful. During the Chinese New Year, he even killed a wild boar with his bare hands. The whole village knows about it."

"Really? My grandfather is so powerful?"

Lin Fan carefully recalled the memories of his childhood, but there were only some fragments in his mind.

But Lin Fan seemed to remember his father said that his grandfather was a refined old man who liked to play chess.

Is what the old village chief said true or false?

"Why, do you think I'm lying, old man?"

The old village chief lit his big chimney and took a puff.

"No, no, old village chief, don't take offense, you are my grandfather's old friend, and it's too late for me to respect you."

"Hey hey, okay, just be honest with your kid, old man, let me tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"Actually, your grandfather... left you a legacy!"

"Inheritance? Why doesn't my dad know about this?"

"I said it was for you, how can I let your father know?"

The old village head said righteously.

Lin Fan, who looked so foolish, was about to really believe it.

"If you don't believe me, then I'll show you the old man. If you can open it, I'll return it to you. After all, I can't let me keep it for so many years..."

The old village chief muttered, deliberately rummaging through the boxes.

In fact, he already knew where the box was placed by him?
This effort was just for Lin Fan to see.

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