At the Mingyang City Long-distance Bus Terminal, a muddy Wuling Shenqi was parked steadily on the side of the road.

It took half a night for Zhang Tong and his party to successfully cross the mountain and reach the opposite village.

He successfully identified himself to the villagers and drove away the Wuling sacred car parked in the village.

After that, several people drove to a remote section of the road and took a nap in the car.

After resting well and the sky was getting bright, we headed towards Mingyang City.

From the muddy village road to the national highway, it was almost noon when the car drove into Mingyang City.

Rejecting Fan Long's suggestion that they all have a meal together, Zhang Tong asked them to take him to Mingyang City Long-distance Passenger Transport Station on the grounds that he needed to return to Banjin City for something else.

As the vehicle arrived at the long-distance bus station, a group of people got off the bus.

The experience between life and death and the horror of ghosts and monsters are enough for these young people to remember this incident for a lifetime.

And Zhang Tong's mysterious figure waving thunder, lightning and flames is destined to be unforgettable for these young people.

Looking at Zhang Tong with emotion, Fan Long patted his shoulder:

"Haidai, don't worry, even if the police find us, we won't say a word more than we should."

As soon as Fan Long finished speaking, Feng Yu immediately expressed his stance seriously:

"Yes, we are brothers in need. I, Feng Yu, will never betray my brothers."

Looking at the unexperienced determination on the faces of several people, Zhang Tong smiled:

"Okay, thank you very much. I'll leave you a phone number. If you encounter anything weird in the future, you can contact me."

After a pause, Zhang Tong added:

"Of course, if the police force you to call and locate me, remember to give me a reminder."

With one sentence, the atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed.

After looking at the time, Zhang Tong nodded:

"It's getting late, I should go back. I'll come to Banjin later when I have time!"

After saying that, Zhang Tong slung his hiking bag behind his back, turned around and walked towards the passenger terminal.

At this moment, Zhang Qian suddenly took a few steps forward, blinked her big watery eyes and said:

"I...I have time now."

When Zhang Tong heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Looking at Zhang Qian with a flushed face, Zhang Tong couldn't help but nodded secretly in his heart.

Although she has not yet been baptized by a university plastic surgery hospital, Zhang Qian, a little girl, still has a good foundation, and she can definitely get an 80% rating in her grooming.

But...but I have no intention of going to Banjin City!

Zhang Dahai in Banjin City, this identity is just used as a cover.

Therefore, facing Zhang Qian, who was obviously attracted to Zhang Qian because of his admiration for the strong, Zhang Tong could only say with a smile:

"Next time, definitely next time, I'll go back to Banjin City later and I still have things to deal with."

As he said this, Zhang Tong blinked and looked like you understand.

Seeing Zhang Tong's expression, the faces of several young people suddenly showed a look of surprise, and they didn't know what they had imagined.

Especially Zhuang Jia, who is relatively mature, has already begun to urge:

"Since there is something important, Dahai, you should leave quickly and don't delay the serious business."

"Haidai, how about I send you off?"

Fan Long was also enthusiastic and put forward such an opinion that made Zhang Tong unable to make a decision.

Zhang Tong quickly waved his hand:

"It's okay, there's no need to send me off, I'll definitely have enough time."

In the end, Zhang Tong disappeared at the entrance of the passenger terminal under the reluctant eyes of several young people.

After sitting in the waiting hall of the passenger terminal for an hour, Zhang Tong sneaked out of the terminal, immediately got on the No. 2 bus and headed back to his rental house.

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Returning to the familiar rental house, Zhang Tong immediately checked the canvas backpack he had hidden under the bed.

The extraordinary games and bankbooks were all there, which made Zhang Tong finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't even bother to pack up the trophies. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep within two or three minutes.

Compared with those frightened young people, Zhang Tong was obviously more tired.

It is a kind of physical and mental exhaustion that cannot be relieved by simply resting.

Especially extraordinary powers such as mental power require sufficient deep sleep to fully recover.

He slept until dark. It wasn't until a feeling of hunger came over his body that Zhang Tong woke up with unfulfilled thoughts.

There are still bursts of pain in my body, but at least my spirit is much better.

After rubbing his belly, Zhang Tong came to the kitchen and skillfully fed himself.

After eating, Zhang Tong returned to his room, closed the curtains, and opened his hiking bag.

Looking at the ferocious head held in his hand, Zhang Tong had a troubled expression on his face:

"Speaking of which, does brain matter have a shelf life? Will it expire if I keep it in this summer?"

As a young man who has received scientific education, Zhang Tong knows the importance of shelf life.

So the question becomes, does zombie brains have a shelf life?

Faced with this problem, Zhang Tong thought carefully for a while, and even searched the 2G network on his mobile phone for a long time before finally coming to a conclusion.

"The zombie body is dead but not stiff, and the same should be true for the head. As long as you are careful not to let it get exposed to the sun, there should be no shelf life problem."

Faced with this conclusion, Zhang Tong thought for a while and finally put the zombie's hideous head into the refrigerator...

It was cold enough and without the sun, so the refrigerator seemed to be Zhang Tong's only choice.

After closing the refrigerator door with satisfaction, Zhang Tong returned to the room again and took out the two things he got from Bai Huiya's dormitory from his hiking bag as if he had found a treasure.

A book and a painting!

Compared to the zombie's head, these two items were Zhang Tong's biggest gain from this trip.

After all, the zombie's head is the main ingredient in the fighter formula, and the fighter is obviously an advanced level of a soldier, and has nothing to do with him as an apprentice.

"It would be great if a person could be both a soldier and an apprentice at the same time. Then there would be no shortcomings."

Almost beaten to death by Bai Huiya, who was half a Sequence 8, Zhang Tong was full of resentment towards his physical strength.

However, even as the launcher of the Chaofan game and the administrator of the process, Zhang Tong still knew too little about Chaofan.

He wasn't sure about many things.

While complaining, Zhang Tong carefully opened the kraft paper and found an ancient book. An ancient book that looked very old at first sight.

Opening the first page of the ancient book, Zhang Tong's face showed a sudden expression.

"It is said to be an ancient book, but it is better to be said to be a memoir!"

"Memoirs written by Bai Xingye, a White Lotus disciple, in his later years!"
Chapter completed!