While I closed my eyes, I used my spiritual sense to look at the back mountain behind the school. The trees were lush and my mood improved a lot.

As soon as I reached the hillside, I saw a man lying sneakily in a bush next to the road. Now I have meditated for an hour, which is only two hours, and it is still early, so I looked around the man.

A few minutes later, another person came up. The man was carrying a very worn backpack, full of patches, holding two shovels in his right hand, and a thing wrapped in black cloth in his left hand. The man looked a little shady, and seeing him breathing on his way up the mountain, he looked a little crooked, and his shoe-to-shoulder face made him look even worse.

Although the man lying in the bushes had short hair less than five centimeters, his greasiness was comparable to his father's level. The man seemed to have been injured in his left hand and was wrapped in a white bandage. He lay there motionlessly, letting his shoehorns search in the bushes opposite. The shoehorns were also puzzled. After searching for almost ten minutes, no one was seen, he sat on the stone stairs up the mountain and gasped and rested.

I took off the backpack on my back and carefully looked through the things inside. Halfway through, someone was about to come up again. I don’t know if I heard the footsteps or the sound of talking on my shoehorn, but immediately hid in the bush opposite my left hand and began to move.

I looked down and there were still dozens of meters below them, two people were climbing up the mountain. One man and the other was in their early thirties, and they were pretty, with beards and like pseudo-uncles. The woman was pretty, with thick eyes and big eyebrows, and a slim figure. She looked like a lady doing improper business. The two didn't look like couples, but they were laughing along the way. Both of them were wearing mountaineering suits and backpacks, and they seemed to have made an appointment to climb the mountain together.

As they were about to reach the bushes where the shoehorn and the wounded left hand were lying on their back, the two stopped. It seemed that the girl sprained her ankle while crossing the steps. The pseudo-uncle squatted down and softened her feet for the woman's slippers, looking very kind.

After a "dong~" sound, the pseudo uncle fell to the ground, blood flowing. It turned out that the shoehorn was holding a shovel and hit the pseudo uncle. It seemed that the woman was familiar with the shoehorn. The woman took out a stack of cash from the mountaineering bag, and the two of them said something. Although Zhang Lingzhi's current spiritual sense could see the distance, he did not have the radio function, so he could only watch their mouths move, not knowing what they said in detail.

During the whole process, the left hand was lying there without moving. It might be a retired special forces soldier. This is Zhang Lingzhi's speculation. It is impossible for ordinary people to lie in one place and not move for so long, unless they have received professional training.

After the two discussed, the shoehorn took out the patch backpack from the bushes, took out a bag of gloves from the inside, distributed them to the woman two, and then pulled out two for him to bring them. The two worked together to move the fake uncle to the bushes where the shoehorn had just been hiding. The shoehorn took out a machete from the bag, and cut off some leaves and branches on the bushes on the side, threw them on the fake uncle, covering his body so that his appearance was basically invisible. Then the two went down the mountain together.

After going down the mountain, the two parted ways and went to different places. Zhang Lingzhi then lifted his spiritual sense to the bushes that injured his left hand, but he still lay down and didn't move. This made him unable to figure out the identity of the man. He was neither accomplice nor an enemy. What was he doing? If he was an enemy, just with his reach, the woman and the thin and weak shoehorn would not be able to succeed.

Just as I was thinking, a man came down from the mountain. I was blinded by the man. The man was wearing a black suit, a black hat, and a black leather shoes. His whole body looked like he was either selling insurance or a bodyguard driver in the TV series. When the man took off his black hat, black sunglasses and a black mask, I was shocked. I knew this man!

This person is Luo Jiahao's driver yesterday, the one who secretly called after we left.

"Why is he here?" I couldn't wait for me to think too much, but the wounded left hand actually stood up, patted the dust on his body, bowed to the driver in black, and then said a few words to him. The wounded left hand went to the bushes opposite and dug out the fake uncle who had just been covered. The two of them talked a few more times. The driver in black helped the wounded left hand to put the fake uncle on the back, and the two went down the mountain together.

The spiritual consciousness followed the two of them down the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they parted ways again. The wounded his left hand put the fake uncle on the car and took the other car alone in the other direction, which was the same as the woman was going. The driver in black stayed in the car, called a phone number, and stayed for a while before driving away. The whole process took more than an hour, and I was bored again, so I still extended the spiritual consciousness to the back mountain. Because the range was limited, it was the limit to extend it to the middle of the mountain.

Looking around at the trees, grass, and a stream on the mountain. The stream was extremely clear, and there were many gray-brown fish playing in the water. Looking at a clearing space next to the stream, a man sat cross-legged, as if he was practicing. I saw that his clothes were like ancient clothes, and a unicorn was embroidered on the brocade clothes outside, and his hair was as high as mine. However, he looked extremely noble, with his long hair tied with a golden crown and jade hairpin, which looked like an ancient man.

The man suddenly frowned, not knowing whether there was a problem with his practice or his existence.

"Ah~" After a sound, he spitted a mouthful of blood forward. His eyes were covered with blood, as if he hadn't slept for several days, and his eyes were extremely scary. And what surprised me the most was that he stared at a place, without moving for more than ten seconds. That place was where I used my spiritual sense to see it!

I was so scared that I immediately took back my spiritual sense, "Has he found me?" I thought to myself, "It shouldn't be? The Heavenly Lord said that only high-level immortal cultivators can cultivate spiritual sense. Could it be that this young man who doesn't look big is also an immortal cultivator? My father introduced that people who cultivate immortals are not allowed to enter in the mortal world. My father was able to escape because of his great energy and his skills were less than one percent before. So what is this man?

Just as he was thinking, Zhu Dachang's voice came from his ears: "Hey, hey, Zhang Lingzhi, don't scare me, you, can't you be my eldest brother? Don't scare me!"

It turned out that I had been lying on the table for the past two hours, my eyes closed and my body was not moving. Zhu Dachang came to see me after the first get out of class. I knew this. Maybe I thought I was asleep, so I didn't call me. He had been paying attention to my every move, but after all three or four classes, I didn't move. I thought what happened to me at noon, so I woke me up in a hurry.

I didn't tease him either. When I heard the word "Brother" I slowly opened my eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, a huge face stood in front of me, and my face was filled with tears, almost scared me. When I looked at his funny look, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and said with a big smile: "Zhu Dachang, are you okay?"

"Zhang Lingzhi, you are fine, are you? I saw that you slept for so long and didn't even move, so I thought something had happened to you!" He gently carried it along my shoulder, and his bitter face started to smile.

"What can I do? I slept too late yesterday. This afternoon's class was a little boring, so I fell asleep on my stomach." After saying that, Zhu Dachang asked me to have a meal, and I realized that there were only four classes in the afternoon, and I couldn't sleep with them.
Chapter completed!