The heavens start from Maoshan

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng's eyes narrowed.

He is Zhang Heng, and his predecessor is also him, but he is not the predecessor.

So to a certain extent, it is correct to say that he is not the Zhang Heng in everyone's impression.

"who are you?"

I don't know how she saw it.

The tone is very certain.

And as she became more determined, the surrounding scenery also began to blur.

Zhang Heng looked to both sides.

Hongbai Village, Hongbai Village.

This is one village, but also two villages.

It consists of Red Village and White Village.

On the Red Village side, the houses flickered and turned into sedan chairs.

On the other side of Baicun, the wall fell down and the trees withered, and it became a graveyard in a blink of an eye.

"Illusion?"

"Or distorting reality?"

Zhang Heng was a little surprised.

Hearing his words, the old version of An Yuyu's expression became colder: "You don't even know the laws of the mind that I control, you really are not an old ghost."

Zhang Heng was silent again.

How to explain this, in fact, he is really Zhang Heng, but it is more difficult to explain, and few people will believe it.

Because it is too tortuous, I am him, he is not me.

I thought about it.

Zhang Heng gave up.

The language is pale, but the power is more direct, so he said: "You take action."

"Old sister, you said it can be settled, there is no need to fight."

"Yes, although we are also drivers from the Republic of China period, compared with those little guys outside, we have eaten a little more salt, but the same drivers in the Republic of China also have high and low levels. If you expect us to fight hard with the old Zhangtou, You think highly of us."

Don't wait for An Yuyu to make a move.

The two old men standing behind her retreated.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

The predecessor was known as No.1 in the Republic of China. This title was not given by others, but was actually killed.

The two old men are also antiques from the Republic of China period.

Although I haven't played against Zhang Heng, I have heard that the other party is powerful.

They are hiding in the land of law, what is the incarnation of the strange figure, it is not for safety.

After living for more than 100 years, I realized in the end that it is false to say anything else, and the most important thing is to live.

"Hurry up..."

Hear the words of the two.

An Yuyu was not angry, but whispered: "After I go out, I will inform everyone that the old ghost is not a real old ghost. I don't know if he was replaced by something, or the spirit of law replaced him. In short, he is not real. Let everyone be careful."

Ok?

Zhang Heng is not stupid.

From An Yuyu's words, how could he not know that before arranging the funeral, his predecessor should have a close relationship with the circle of drivers in the Republic of China period.

He may even be the core of this group of old antiques from the Republic of China, a group of immortals, plotting something all day long.

It was only later that the conspiracy failed, or lost confidence.

The predecessor died calmly, and this group of people also hid themselves.

Now he takes his place and forgets about the gang.

In the eyes of this group of people, he is a ghost if he has no problem.

To say familiar.

The headquarters are outsiders, and Zhang Yanran and Zhang Xingquan are juniors.

Only these old monsters who are more than 100 years old and have dealt with him are his real acquaintances.

It's no wonder that two sentences were asked wrong. Although the predecessor was powerful, he was the strongest person in the Republic of China.

But when he faced Hongyue, he was still powerless and helpless.

Zhang Heng thought about it.

The real predecessor should be majestic and serious at the same time, with a little worry in his eyes.

And he didn't take Hongyue to heart at all.

Not to mention anything else, just emotions are not right.

"Drawing a dragon or a tiger is hard to draw bones."

"It's hard to know the heart when you know the face."

Ugh...

Zhang Heng sighed, and said: "It seems that I am quite different from my predecessor, I should be like twin brothers, it looks similar to outsiders, but in the eyes of familiar people, the difference can be seen at a glance, right? "

quiet...

Hear this.

The two old antiques looked at each other.

There was a shudder in my heart, and there was an instant wind under my feet.

"Walk..."

Without any hesitation, the two old antiques wanted to withdraw.

Because in their view, the Zhang Heng who appeared in front of them should be some extremely terrifying and strange existence, occupying the old Zhangtou's body, replacing him, and preparing to carry out some ulterior plot.

Although I don't know exactly what I'm planning.

But it's conceivable that even the old Zhang's head has been planted, and they may not even have a splash when they fill it in.

"Don't worry."

Zhang Heng turned his hand and pressed.

Although he is more Buddhist, he doesn't think that the escape of the two will bring him any problems.

But he is a person who hates trouble, and besides, he has no memory of his previous life, so he happened to capture a few people, and peeked out what kind of person his previous life was from a few people.

"Space blockade?"

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

The old antiques from the Republic of China may not be the strongest, but they are definitely well-informed.

Zhang Heng flipped his hands over.

In the feeling of everyone, it was as if the sky was turned upside down.

There is no need to try it, there is a feeling of being sealed in the dark.

"It's just you."

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand to grab it.

Grabbed an old man directly, and then his eyes burst into light.

The years go by.

Time is like a revolving lantern, but instead of going forward, it goes backward.

Just a few short breaths.

Zhang Heng witnessed with his own eyes the life of this man named Zheng Fengxin.

He was born in the 32nd year of Guangxu, that is, in 1906.

Born as a boatman, and later...

boom! !

Zhang Heng was watching, and suddenly felt that time was disturbed.

Look up.

In the eyes, there are three people who are exactly like him standing in front of him, but they look younger than his current appearance, probably the appearance of his predecessor when he was 70 years old.

May all your wishes come true.

Or a spiritual manifestation?

Zhang Heng's eyes lit up. Is this the embodiment of his old self?

boom!

No one spoke.

Those who answered him were three old men who looked exactly like him and possessed the power of time, raising their hands at the same time.

"This feeling!"

Following the actions of the three.

The power of time washed away.

Like an eraser, trying to erase his past and deny his present and future.

Chapter 379: Old and Immortal

"Time deprivation?"

The three were summoned from their memories by using their psychic powers.

Stand in a triangle and surround Zhang Heng in the middle.

Their faces were gloomy, and they were ready to go against the flow of time as soon as they made a move, denying Zhang Heng's existence from the source.

If it is an ordinary driver, there is no special method or no contact with the power of time.

I'm afraid that a face-to-face will be tricked, and the figure will become dreamy like a bubble, gradually become transparent and disappear into the world.

It's a pity that Zhang Heng is not an ordinary person.

Seeing himself transforming from entity to transparency, he instantly understood the intentions of the three of them.

"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the blowing horn company battalion, eight hundred lifen's subordinates are burning strings and turning outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield."

"Lu Feikuai, who is a horse, bows like a thunderbolt, ends the affairs of the king, and wins the fame before and after his life. What a pity!!"

There was no time in Zhang Heng's mouth.

Under the poem, but every sentence is inseparable from time.

When Bai has a three-character exit.

The three old men who did not exist by themselves but borrowed spiritual power to infect reality from memories fell into the time vortex at the same time.

His face was getting older, his head was full of white hair, and his waist was bent down.

In a few short breaths.

It seems that life has come to an end, the body is gradually decaying, and the body is covered with corpse spots.

The three of them seemed to feel something.