"Is it strange?" Zhang Yu deliberately scratched his head, and said in a pretentious manner, "Why didn't I see it?"

"You are usually very smart, how could you not see it?" Pan Yun raised his pink fist, slammed Zhang Yu's arm, and said, "The person in the photo looks very similar to my mother. I suspect that it was my mother when she was young. But she said that she was her classmate, but her reaction at that time was obviously abnormal. There was also the one named Xiaoyun, whose name was so coincidental."

"You won't doubt what's wrong with your mother, right?" Zhang Yu said quickly.

"My mother is not that kind of person. Since my father passed away, my mother has devoted herself to work. How could she do something that would be sorry to my father?" Pan Yun said with a pout.

"That's it, do you need to be suspicious?" Zhang Yu said with a lip.

"It's not that I'm suspicious. It's just this matter that makes people feel particularly strange." Pan Yun said, walking towards the yard with Zhang Yu.

"Isn't this a coincidence? I said Officer Hua, you don't need to be too serious," Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"I just found out that you are particularly looking at my mother." Pan Yunheng glanced at Zhang Yu.

"You also said she is your mother..." Zhang Yu smiled.

"Tsk!" Pan Yun curled his lips and said seriously: "You are here alone, don't think I don't know what will happen. Keep some god for me. Don't get into trouble. If you can't beat me, run away!"

"I know, I know..." Zhang Yu was moved, but he was smiling.

"I'll know that I'll be smirking in one day, heartless." Pan Yun glanced at Zhang Yu.

The two entered the villa, and there were three suitcases, and they also carried them down. Xiaoyun had put on her pants, Wen Qiong helped her get two sets of clothes and helped her to support her.

The three girls got into the car, and Zhang Yu asked them to leave first, and Wen Qiong was forced to remind Zhang Yu to be careful.

Zhang Yu said it was okay and asked them to leave quickly. Seeing the car leaving, Zhang Yu returned to the villa.

The main place he went to was the wheelchairman's bedroom. There were several commonly used magic tools in the bedroom, which was nothing. There was also a copper tripod. Obviously, he still refined something, but there were no too many precious materials.

But Zhang Yu knew that since the other party was searching, there must be something important. As for whether he was in the villa or not, it was not sure.

As the sky gradually became brighter, Zhang Yu sat cross-legged in the bedroom and waited quietly.

Huajiawan itself is in the suburbs of Zhenbei District. It is 50 kilometers away from Huajiawan, which is even more remote. At the foot of a barren mountain, an Audi sedan is parked.

A woman in red sits in the driver's seat, a wheelchair man sits in the back row, and a man in suit sits next to a wheelchair man.

The man in the suit at this moment was wrapped in gauze on his right ear, and his face was pale and he was a little different from human.

"Are you better now?" At this time, the woman in red asked coldly.

However, there was a little concern in her tone.

"It's much better, I can't die." said the man in the suit.

"That's good." The woman in red turned her head, looked at the wheelchairman, and said coldly: "Do you want to have a happy life or die?"

The wheelchair man didn't make a sound, his face was equally pale and his shoulders were bloody.

The shoulders that were penetrated by the woman in red with a pair of chicken claws were enough to make him completely disabled.

"Just like you are now, you are half dead. If I have such a day, I don't want to live anymore. But if I don't want you to die now, then you have to live for me obediently. You'd better be more happy and don't force me to take action." The woman in red said coldly again.

"What do you want?" said the wheelchair man weakly and hoarsely.

His mouth was full of blood.

In his mouth, the front teeth were gone. It was obvious that the woman in red was worried that he would bite his tongue and commit suicide, so she had already knocked down his teeth.

"Let me tell you first, where did you learn your Six-Star Sword Map?" the woman in red asked coldly.

"More than 20 years ago, I was beaten to pieces with my legs, and even... Forget it... I was worse than death at that time. It was my master who saved me and passed it on to me all my skills..." said the wheelchairman.

"What is your master's name and what does it look like?" asked the woman in red.

"I don't know the name of the master. He said he has no name. As for his appearance, the master is not tall, very thin, and has a few beards." said the wheelchairman.

Upon hearing this description, the woman in red asked anxiously: "Does his beard look like a mouse?"

"Absolutely." The wheelchairman nodded weakly.

The woman in red immediately looked at the man in suit, and there was a hint of excitement on both of them.

But soon, the man in the suit said, "No, he said he was the boss he met twenty years ago. Although he looked the same, in terms of time... it seems that he shouldn't..."

"That's right!" The woman in red glared at the wheelchair again and asked coldly: "Are you sure it was twenty years ago?"

"That's right, it was twenty years ago." The wheelchairman said affirmatively.

"You met that person twenty years ago, and he taught you all your skills... Then why have I never seen you in these years? Your master is very familiar with me!" said the woman in red.

"The master taught me my skills and left. He just left my contact information and said that if there is anything in the future, I will come back to find me and let me practice myself." The wheelchairman said.

"Then will he come to you later?" asked the woman in red.

"I came to see me four years ago. At that time, my master had his legs broken. I asked him why this happened, but he didn't tell me. Then, he taught me skills again. The six-star sword diagram you mentioned was what my master taught me at that time." said the wheelchairman.

"That's right." The woman in red and the man in suit nodded.

"I'll ask you again, where is your master now?" the woman in red asked again.

"He has passed away." said the wheelchairman.

"Dead..." The woman in red showed a look of confusion on her face and asked, "How did he die?"

"Dead without success." The wheelchairman replied.

"Dead without success..." This time the man in the suit muttered, and then asked, "You said he was dead, where was the body buried?"

"It was buried in Nanjian Mountain outside the outskirts of Zhennan District." said the wheelchairman.

"When he died, what last words did he leave for you?" asked the man in the suit.

"My master said during his lifetime that the Qi family was kind to him. If there was anything wrong with the Qi family, I would like to help me as much as possible. There would be nothing else." The wheelchairman replied.

"Qi Family? Which Qi Family?" asked the woman in red.

"It's the Qi family in Longhu Villa." The wheelchairman replied.

The woman in red nodded and asked again, "Does he have any relics to you, such as, what magic weapon is there, or a piece of parchment?"

"The master died without illness at that time, and we did not live together. He lived with his two junior brothers. At that time, it was Junior Brother Chen who informed me of the death of my master. We worked on the funeral together, and then buried the master in Nanmang Mountain. The master's relics should be with the two junior brothers. Because they were disciples who entered the house, and I was not, I didn't want them either." The wheelchairman said.

"He has two disciples in the house. Where are those two?" asked the woman in red.

"After taking care of the master's funeral, I can no longer contact you. I think I have left Zhenhai." The wheelchairman said.

"Is this true?" The woman in red's voice became even colder.

"It's all true, believe it or not." The wheelchairman said powerlessly.
Chapter completed!