Allen nodded repeatedly, "I want to."

Si Niannian smiled and immediately taught him the first step of "Seven Steps of Practice", the mental method of Tiger Steps and Dragon Walking.

"I'll demonstrate it again, you can take a closer look."

Si Niannian moved slightly, moved forward quickly, and reached the courtyard wall in the blink of an eye.

Allen was very interested in this technique, but was still a little worried.

"The marathon organizing committee has issued an announcement that this competition will use spirit-controlled radar, and it is strictly forbidden to use spiritual power and other auxiliary tools."

Si Niannian flashed and arrived in front of Alan again.

"Did you just notice that I used spiritual power?"

Allen thought for a while and shook his head, "No, but my dad said that many masters can freely control the fluctuations of their spiritual power."

"That's right, but not all skills need spiritual power to support them." Si Niannian said, and concealed them again.

This time, her speed was much slower. Alan looked carefully and did not find any traces of spiritual power fluctuations.

"Aunt, how did you do it?"

Alan ran over without waiting for Si Niannian to come.

Si Niannian patted his shoulder, "Not all exercises must be supported by spiritual power. Is it possible to give you four hours to understand the mental method thoroughly?"

"Yes." Allen nodded.

Si Niannian left Alan alone in the yard and returned to the living room.

At this time, there was one more person in the living room, Qu Jing.

"Director Qu, you have become a regular visitor here in the past two days." John's smile revealed a few words of 'You are not welcome here'.

Qu Jing seemed to have not understood the meaning of John's smile, and sat on the sofa skillfully.

"Mr. John is injured, and we are old friends again. Shouldn't we care more about it?"

John glanced at Qu Jing, "Is the alliance so poor that I can't afford the salary? If Director Qu is really doing this miserable, why don't he follow me, I can always give you a full meal."

Qu Jing smiled, "I am still addicted to being an official, so I can only barely earn this hard-earned money."

Bu Chensu and Zishu were sitting next to him, but one of them closed their eyes slightly and the other was fiddling with the computer, and no one paid attention to the two of them.

Qu Jing turned to look at Bu Chensu, "This is Mr. Bu, right? Your uncle and I are old friends. My people said you took something from the Royal Bank, I wonder if it is?"

Zishu put the glass bottle on the coffee table, "Zombie blood, Director Qu will take it away if he wants it."

Qu Jing's pupils shrank, and his overlapping legs spread apart and picked up the bottle and took it carefully.

"It's really zombie blood? How do you know?"

Zishu's lips curled up, with a little lazy, "If Director Qu wants to know, I can teach you."

"Here, drip the liquid there into here, the brighter the color becomes, the purer the bloodline of the zombie blood." Zishu threw another bottle to Qu Jing.

Qu Jing opened it and sniffed it, "Dissolvate? How could you have this thing?"

Bu Chensu, who heard the footsteps, suddenly opened his eyes, "You're talking so much."

"Brother Su!"

Si Niannian walked in, looked at Qu Jing, smiled, and then sat next to Bu Chensu.

"I gave the dissolving solution to Brother Su. Do Director Qu have any questions?" Si Niannian asked.

"You?" Qu Jing naturally didn't believe it. "The dissolving solution is the only thing that can verify zombie blood. Even the police station does not have it. The equipment of the detective bureaus in various places is limited. How did you get it?"
Chapter completed!