The surprised look on Fang Muzhi's face flashed, and soon became his usual look of being unscathed, but the words he asked still revealed his state of mind at this moment, "How did you know that she is dead? A person's soul was replaced, and it will be different from the past in terms of behavior and fate. Using this method to change the topic and try to escape, it will still make me think too weak. After all, as you said, I only have twenty-six years to live, and I will go further from death every time, which also means that my cultivation will go further from the real exiled immortal. This year, which clan wants to challenge the prophet's prophecy? Why hasn't the means improved?"

As if Zhang Qi looked at the person in front of him with interest, these words were obviously arrogant and frivolous, but they were said from Fang Muzhi, as if he was saying that the sky was blue and the sun was red. No wonder he was a person called the reincarnation of a Buddhist son, and there was a sense of transcendence in his bones looking down at the world.

Such a wonderful person has a pointed person. When you think about it, you will feel that this world is really heartless and righteous. Zhang Qi's eyes were out of reach, "I am just a businessman, I took a killing you alive. If you kill or not, it doesn't matter to me, an old ghost, but I'm curious to see the appearance of the banished immortal. If you ask me who is behind the scenes, I'm sorry, I don't know." His words were not shirkable, but the people who wanted to kill Fang Muzhi in this Feng Shui world were only those old clans. After all, in the prophet's prophecy, in addition to the return of the banished immortal, there is also the second half of the sentence - the old system is stopped. Isn't the maker and leader of the old system that has always been in the metaphysics world the eight masters? In addition, the strong rise of the 749th Bureau is now.

Even though it seems harmonious on the surface, the old clans who made profits from this are naturally dissatisfied. They cannot publicly express their belief in betraying the prophets they have introduced, nor can they openly oppose the 749th Game. Only such a fatherless orphan is left. He only needs to die by accident one day before his 26th birthday, and things will naturally pass. Whether it is the prophet's credibility or the forces that are optimistic about the 749th Game being about to replace their position, they will collapse with Fang Muzhi's death.

Year by year, this child is getting closer and closer to the twenty-six years. Even the old ghost who has lived for thousands of years has begun to unconsciously believe the prophet of the prophet who was put on the stage by the Eight Great Masters.

It was becoming more and more interesting. Zhang Qi smiled deeper, and Fang Muzhi obviously still didn't believe what he said about the twin rings. How could this be done? The brothers and feet were slaughtering each other and the lover wanted to kill him? How could this reincarnated Buddhist son, the banished immortal, be absent? He closed his eyes and muttered something. Then, the red mark on his wrist gradually peeled off from the flesh and blood, sucking out essence from the bone marrow, and finally condensed into a bright red jade bracelet. The jade was transparent, and it could be seen that the texture of it was like water mist, exuding a strange luster like flowing blood.

Zhang Qi took off the jade bracelet and carefully touched the texture of the inner circle with his fingertips. "For so many years, it has no intention of being worn off at all. Instead, it seems to be nourished by me and becomes brighter." Then he generously sent the bracelet to Fang Muzhi.

Seeing that the other party refused to answer, he smiled, raised his hand and raised the bracelet in front of Fang Muzhi. Fang Muzhi did not look at the bracelet, but just stared at the eyes of the fake Zhang Qi.

"Then I'll read it to you. Alas, I can actually recite it for so many years." He carefully put the bracelet back on his wrist, lowered his eyes, slowly recalled the words on the bracelet, and recited it in a daze. As he recalled, there was the person who had been dead for many years... He could no longer remember the other person's appearance. The person in his memory seemed to be able to have any face of the elder, but he could recognize him at a glance whenever he dreamed.

He hoped that the old friend's soul would return, but the bracelet was so sure that the twin ring would suck the last trace of soul. The person in his memory had long been scattered, and there was no trace of him in the world.

Zhang Qi turned the subject behind his back, "Don't you think, twin rings, twin rings, this name is really ironic. The scum who sucks others' fate and survives, with the face he least wants to see again in his life, walking in this world with the identity of the person he avoids. Every day he lives, he is both himself and the person who stolen his life. He is really twin..."

"Why, can't I continue to make it up? What about the solution to the twin ring?" Fang Muzhi's blink of an eye, there was no shadow of fake Zhang Qi in front of him. He only saw a piece of open soil under the giant tree, and a dazzling bright red left on the grass leaves under the stones...

It means that Zhang Qi has entered the Divine Realm. That means that Sling should have been out safely...

No, there is only one exit in the Divine Realm, which is the playground for the 749th Bureau training. Why did Zhang Qi take time and effort to break his ban and run into the Divine Realm? Before Fang Muzhi could figure out the whole story, his body had already run to the entrance of the Divine Realm between the two giant trees. He felt swallowed by nothingness in an instant.

The ability to enter the divine realm means that Zhang Qi passed through the Feng Shui array without hesitation. The compass under his feet just confirmed his guess. The heath in the divine realm was replaced with a huge wooden compass, and even a small seal on the heath was engraved on it. Fang Muzhi looked at the backward black water curtain around him, and his heart fell straight down.

...

The words were divided. As soon as Sling poked his head out of the water, a small boat stopped beside her. A big furry head poked out from the stern of the boat - the big cat shook his ears, but the voice of a clear boy was the voice of a clear boy, "Just..." He widened his eyes, his pupils gradually expanded from the slenderness until his entire eyeball was dark, and he shrank back. Then he heard his voice coming from the cabin: "Is this a man? She has long hair!"

Another voice interrupted him, "The man also has long hair!"

After a while, Sling saw the furry head again, "I'm a woman! Wait!" In the blink of an eye, the head shrank back again, leaving only her own difficulty trying to climb up from the stern.

"It sounds like a woman!"

"Boss, let's wait for the man!"

This time the furry head could not be poked out again. As soon as it walked to the deck, it faced with Sling who had just climbed up.

"I am a woman, I have breasts!" With Sing's promise to pat her breasts, the two cats finally recognized her identity as a woman.
Chapter completed!