Ultimate Devouring Evolution

After Zhang Xiaolin invited Zhang Fan to dinner, Zhang Fan took Zhang Xiaolin home by the way.

Arriving at the door of Zhang Xiaolin's rental house, Zhang Fan didn't want to stay longer, and wanted to go directly to the Warrior Association.

After all, the Martial Arts Tournament will start tomorrow, and I will go through some formalities this afternoon.

But Zhang Xiaolin insisted on asking Zhang Fan to come up and sit down.

She said that Zhang Fan helped her twice, so she should ask Zhang Fan to come up and sit down.

In fact, there is another reason she didn't say.

She already knew that Zhang Fan was the honorary president of the Martial Artists Association and the Martial Medicine Association.

She was very curious, how could an eighteen-year-old boy have such a noble status.

So she wanted to invite Zhang Fan to sit down for a while, and wanted to know more about Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan thought about it and agreed.

After all, it is a beautiful woman who invites herself to go up and sit down. It is really unreasonable not to go.

Soon, the two went upstairs.

Zhang Xiaolin opened the door, and Zhang Fan was taken aback when he saw what was going on inside the room.

I saw the beds in the house thrown randomly on the ground.

The newly added wardrobe in the house also fell to the ground.

The clothes inside were thrown on the floor.

One of Zhang Xiaolin's old backpacks, all the contents inside were overturned.

Even the backpack was torn apart.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan's face changed slightly: "I've been robbed!"

Zhang Xiaolin was not surprised at all, and looked very calm. While tidying up the things on the ground, he said, "It's okay, my residence used to be like this."

"Um?"

Zhang Fan was puzzled.

Obviously, there is a reason for this.

While tidying up the clothes on the ground, Zhang Xiaolin explained: "When I was young, my house was often sneaked into by people, and it turned out like this. Later, I left my parents and came to District A, and my rental house was occasionally Turn it like this."

"What are they looking for?"

Zhang Fan asked.

Zhang Xiaolin shook his head: "I don't know either. According to my father, the reason why my great-grandfather became the first cultivator must be because of some secrets. Those people must think that there is a great-grandfather in our family. So they often come to our house to look for it. But they thought wrong. When my grandfather was very young, my great-grandfather had already left home and never came back. At that time, my great-grandfather was just an ordinary person. Where will there be any secrets?"

"So, does anyone know that you are descendants of Zhang Xiaoming?"

"certainly."

Zhang Xiaolin replied.

"Do you know who those are?"

Zhang Xiaolin shook his head: "I don't know. But I'm sure that when I was young, my house was always under surveillance. However, after several years of surveillance, these people found nothing to gain, so they gave up. Few people come to our house to rummage anymore. They should have given up. Occasionally come to rummage, it should not be the same group as them.”

Zhang Fan nodded, without thinking too much, and started tidying up the room with Zhang Xiaolin.

After a while, he picked up the ripped backpack.

Obviously, the person who came here couldn't find something, so he vented his emotions and tore up the backpack.

This backpack looks very old.

However, because it is made of a special fabric, it seems to be very strong until now.

Zhang Xiaolin said: "This is left by my grandfather. He said it was left to him by his mother, that is, my great-grandmother. This is almost two hundred years ago. It's a pity."

Almost all things that are two hundred years old can be counted as cultural relics.

Zhang Fan shook his head regretfully, and put the torn backpack aside.

But at this moment, he found that there seemed to be a mezzanine at the gap where the backpack was torn open.

The gap in this interlayer is very small, if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

Zhang Fan was a little surprised, picked up the backpack, and opened the interlayer.

I saw a small waterproof bag in the interlayer.

Through the transparent exterior of the waterproof bag, it can be seen that there seems to be a folded paper inside.

Zhang Fan looked at Zhang Xiaolin.

Zhang Xiaolin also looked at Zhang Fan, his face turned slightly pale.

Obviously, both of them realized that this thing was very important.

Since this was left by Zhang Xiaolin's great-grandmother, that is, Zhang Xiaoming's wife, and it was hidden so secretly, it must not be an ordinary thing.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan handed the waterproof bag to Zhang Xiaolin.

But Zhang Xiaolin seemed a little scared and didn't dare to pick it up.

Zhang Fan asked suspiciously, "This is something from your family, don't you want it?"

Zhang Xiaolin shook his head and said, "No, when I was very young, my father told me that if the house looks old and valuable, you can't move it, and if you want to... destroy it directly."

"what?"

Zhang Fan was puzzled.

Who wants to destroy their own family treasure?

What's more, the things left by Zhang Xiaoming, the first cultivator, don't talk about the value of money, but it is said that there may be secrets about cultivation inside, which is also extremely valuable.

How could Zhang Xiaolin's family destroy these things?

Zhang Xiaolin explained: "What those people are looking for is the things left by my great-grandfather. And our family is now ordinary people, even if we have those things, we can't keep them at all. Those things in our hands will only endanger our family's life." It's safe. But we don't want this thing to fall into the hands of outsiders, that's why grandpa said to destroy all these things."

Zhang Fan understood, and said to Zhang Xiaolin, "Since you want to destroy it, let's burn this thing."

Zhang Xiaolin nodded repeatedly.

However, Zhang Fan couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "Well...do you mind if I take a look before burning it?"

Zhang Xiaolin said: "You can watch it if you want, but it will be burned immediately after seeing it. The longer this thing stays with me, the more dangerous I will be."

Zhang Fan nodded, and opened the palm-sized waterproof bag.

He took out the yellowed paper inside and opened it.

I saw a few words written on that piece of paper.

[Throughout the ages, no life can transcend birth and death. Cultivation will prolong the lifespan, but can it transcend life and death? I will cross the gates of hell to find the ultimate answer. 】

After reading it, Zhang Fan felt that Zhang Xiaoming had only cultivated to level 3 quasi-warrior all his life.

But there is such a bearing, it is really admirable.

It turned out that when he left his family, he was looking for the ultimate answer.

What the hell is that?

Unable to figure it out, Zhang Fan simply stopped thinking about it.

He turned the paper over again.

Just turning over, Zhang Fan was taken aback for a moment.

His gaze was completely attracted by the back of the paper.

I saw that it was a pattern similar to a map.

And this pattern is very similar to the one that Zhang Fan got before.

Thinking of this, he quickly took out the cloth bag that the patient gave him as a thank you during the martial arts exam.