even.

Many people think.

The innate peak is already the limit of the path of cultivation...

but now.

The appearance of Chen Zongheng.

Undoubtedly, it breaks this common sense.

"This world of cultivation is about to change."

Zhao Mingzhi sighed softly, "In the future, there will be more and more people like this..."

He stood in this position.

Naturally, you can know some inside stories that others don't know.

"Dad, what news do you know?"

At this moment, Zhao Feng couldn't help but ask.

However, Zhao Mingzhi shook his head and asked, "Do you understand that your real estate company will continue to acquire land?"

"Just follow the map I marked for you...!"

Hear this sentence.

Zhao Feng finally couldn't hold himself back, "Dad, those places are now worthless wasteland."

"There are only two sites, which are currently residential areas and have some development value..."

"I really don't understand..."

Zhao Mingzhi's brows slowly wrinkled.

His tone was full of no doubt, "I'll let you take it, so don't ask so many questions!"

"Sooner or later, you...will understand."

Hear the words.

Zhao Feng had no choice but to do so.

"Then I'll go back first."

He turned around and walked towards the door.

However, the glance before leaving made Zhao Feng tremble in his heart!

Ancient books on the table.

Shockingly, a map is drawn.

And, the places marked on that map seemed... like a pair of black eye sockets.

Creepy!

But, at this moment.

He left with his son.

Zhao Mingzhi closed the ancient book and looked out the window with deep eyes.

"It's time... things have changed."

…

Under night.

Chen Zongheng slowly walked out of the hotel.

The streets of Kyoto are bustling with excitement and crowds of people everywhere.

But, at this moment.

His footsteps stopped in front of a roadside food stall.

ahead.

The boss is shaking the iron pot, stirring the steaming fried rice.

Under the lick of flames, the aroma of fried rice soon filled the air.

"Boss, please have a piece of fried rice and two bottles of beer."

Chen Zongheng spoke calmly.

Turned around and sat on the chair.

"okay!"

The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a smile on his face, and kept stirring the iron pot in his hand.

The food stalls are very noisy all around.

Chen Zongheng was wearing a black suit and looked a little out of place sitting here.

A picture seemed to appear before his eyes.

…

that year.

Kyoto, the sky is full of wind and snow.

It seems like a painful memory, the weather is always cold and cloudy.

After holding it in for a day, heavy snow fell.

late at night.

The stall owner is planning to close the stall.

But, just then.

A young man rushed out from the corner of the street, and in a panic... got into a roadside stall.

There was a bloody aura on his body.

as well as…

The smell of fireworks.

next moment.

Then dozens of killers came out from the street corner, with bloodstains under their feet, which was very conspicuous in the snow.

"Did you see a child passing by here?"

"What kid? Damn...he's already a teenager. Damn it, talk! Did you see that?!"

The young man hiding below had a bloody aura in his eyes.

His fingertips pressed on the dagger.

He heard every word clearly.

However, the boss hesitated and said, "It seems, that way?"

Where he pointed, a taxi started slowly.

"Chase!"

The sounds of killing and footsteps... gradually fade away.

“It’s cold, how about a bowl of egg fried rice?”

The boss lowered his head with a look of concern on his face.

But, at this moment.

The young man rushed out like a wild beast and disappeared into the snow.

soon.

A group of thugs rushed over cursing.

"What the hell, that kid showed up at Xinwan Supermarket...!!"

A killer saw the street vendor owner.

Immediately, anger erupted.

"You bastard, how dare you lie to me...!!"

call out!

A dagger came whistling.

Directly, it penetrated the boss's neck!

However, I don’t know how long it took.
To be continued...