The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

On the second day, after Wu Zhi woke up, Wu Song did not go to the county government as usual.

There are many strange things about yesterday, and there are some things that he wants to discuss with his elder brother.

The two brothers chatted downstairs for a long time, and they didn't stop until Fu Zhenhong also got up.

Wu Zhi looked at Fu Zhenhong who was walking downstairs: "What do you want to eat?"

Fu Zhenhong thought for a while, then replied, "Glutinous rice cake."

Wu Zhi nodded: "I will do it."

After the words fell, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Fu Zhenhong went downstairs, walked to the wooden table, and sat in the seat where Wu Zhi had just sat.He didn't look at Wu Song who seemed a little uncomfortable because of his appearance, but poured a cup of tea by himself.

The fragrance of green tea gradually wafts out from the teacup, and the white smoke that emerges is hazy, with a kind of leisurely feeling like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Fu Zhenhong shook the wall of the cup lightly with one hand, and supported her temples with the other hand, watching the tea in the cup make shallow ripples under his shaking, the whole person showed a kind of laziness and undisciplined.

Wu Song, who was sitting on the right side of Fu Zhenhong, became a little unstable after seeing Fu Zhenhong appearing.Whether it was what happened in the ruined temple at the foot of Qinghe Mountain last night, or the dream full of beauty and fragrance, he didn't know what kind of state he should face Pan Jinlian at this moment. The nominal sister-in-law.

Although the figure in the dream was very blurry, making Wu Song unable to see his face clearly, when he saw Pan Jinlian walking down the stairs, for a moment, the blurred figure in the dream seemed to overlap with Pan Jinlian got together.

Wu Song felt ashamed for having such a thought.

He tightened his hands hanging by his side, denying in his heart the fact that the figure in the dream was Pan Jinlian.

But even so, at this moment, only he and Pan Jinlian are sitting here, and Wu Song's emotions still cannot maintain absolute calm.

Compared with Wu Song's tense mood, Fu Zhenhong was very calm.He drank the tea in his cup, enjoying the leisure of the early morning light.

Time passed minute by minute.

Wu Song didn't speak, he kept silent, and Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to speak.

When Fu Zhenhong drank nearly two-thirds of the tea in the cup, Wu Zhi came out with a plate of glutinous rice cakes and a bowl of clear porridge.

He glanced at Fu Zhenhong, then at Wu Song.

After looking back, he put the things in his hands on the table: "The porridge is a bit hot, let's eat it after a while." He said to Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong hummed lightly.

Wu Zhi looked at Wu Song again: "You also go to serve a bowl of porridge, and the rest will be discussed after breakfast."

Wu Song nodded, then stood up and went to the kitchen.

When he came out again, he was holding two bowls in his hand, one bowl was pushed in front of Wu Zhi, and the other bowl was placed in front of his seat.

All three of them ate very quietly during this meal.

Fu Zhenhong was purely eating breakfast, but the two brothers Wu Zhi and Wu Song had different ideas.

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After breakfast, Wu Song washed the dishes and went to the county office.

Wu Zhi went to Lin'an Medical Center.

However, it seemed that Fu Zhenhong would be bored if he stayed at home alone, so Wu Zhi bought some books and pictures before going to Lin'an Medical Center.

With the little oolong from last time, when Wu Zhi bought books and paintings this time, he took a closer look and confirmed that they were all very normal content, not as fragrant as last time. The Yan | book.

Fu Zhenhong took the books and pictures from Wu Zhi's hand, and took a rough look at the names of these books and pictures. After Wu Zhi left, he put these books and pictures in the room, and did not take out one as usual. Ben sat at his desk and looked through.

He walked to the window, glanced at the sky printed with morning glow, and then looked down at the pedestrians on the street, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

After a while, he closed the window, turned around and came to the clothes cabinet, and took out a black shirt from it.

Soon, Fu Zhenhong changed his clothes, and finally he took out the fox mask from yesterday, put it on his face and covered his face with a black scarf.

[Xiao Hong, where are you going? ]

[Zhang Mansion. ]

What happened last night, the person behind the scenes is most likely the wife of the head of the Zhang family.Since the person behind the scene couldn't get the punishment he deserved through normal means, he had no choice but to find another way.

Anyway, staying at home is boring.

Well, it can be used to pass the time.

And if Fu Zhenhong remembered correctly, Pan Jinlian's deed of selling her body is still in the hands of the wife of the host.Although the other party married Pan Jinlian to Wu Zhi in order to humiliate Pan Jinlian.But it seems that in order to avoid accidents, the wife of the main family deliberately kept an eye out and did not hand over the deed of sale to Wu Zhi.

Fu Zhenhong didn't care much about this paper deed, but after all, this kind of thing shouldn't be placed in the hands of a person who has an enmity with this body, and it's most appropriate to take it back and destroy it.

After covering her face tightly, Fu Zhenhong rolled over from the window on the other side.He first walked to a stall selling masks and bought a black impermanence mask from the vendor.

Then at an empty corner, he took off the face towel and replaced the fox mask with a newly bought black impermanence mask.

After doing this, Fu Zhenhong walked the sparsely populated path and sneaked into Zhang's mansion silently based on her memory.He came over the room of Mrs. Zhang's wife, just in time to hear the crisp sound of a teacup being thrown on the ground.

In the room——

Mrs. Zhang looked angrily at Aunt Tao who was kneeling on the ground: "I told you to guard Pan Jinlian's contract of sale, and this is how you kept it for me? You don't even know when the contract of sale disappeared!"

Aunt Tao said tremblingly: "Ma'am, I don't know how to keep it properly, why did it disappear!"

"As the deputy steward of the mansion, you actually told me that you didn't know!" Mrs. Zhang was so angry that her hands shook: "According to what you mean, could it be possible that it can grow a pair of wings and fly out by itself?!"

When Aunt Tao heard this, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she immediately buried her head lower.She really didn't know why Pan Jinlian's deed of sale disappeared, she put it together with other people's deeds of sale in the mansion, but only Pan Jinlian's deed of sale disappeared.

Zhang frowned, she took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm: "If yesterday's incident hadn't been messed up, I wouldn't have thought about tampering with Pan Jinlian's contract of selling herself, but now it's all right. The deed of sale has been lost!"

As Mrs. Zhang spoke, the fire in her heart ignited again.

Aunt Tao said with a bitter face: "Ma'am, either there is an inner ghost in the mansion, or someone sneaked into the mansion and stole the deed of prostitution."

Mrs. Zhang sneered: "Do you still need to tell me that!" She looked at Aunt Tao and said, "Now it is said that we don't even know when Pan Jinlian's deed of prostitution disappeared! It's really absurd!"

Aunt Tao's body trembled again, and then she seemed to suddenly think of something, and said, "Ma'am, could it be that day..."

Zhang's eyes flickered: "That day? You mean Song Die died on the second day?"

Aunt Tao nodded, raised her eyes and said, "All the maids and servants in the mansion had stomachaches that day, so they didn't pay much attention to their shifts. Maybe they were taken advantage of that day."

Aunt Tao recalled the situation that day while talking: "I thought it was a food problem, but now that I think about it, they must have been drugged."

Mrs. Zhang's eyes darkened when she heard Aunt Tao's words: "But who would deliberately take away Pan Jinlian's deed of sale?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong's expression moved slightly, and a person's name came to mind.

[Xiao Hong, will it be Da Lang? ]

[Possibly, but not absolutely. ]

After all, before the matter was confirmed, Fu Zhenhong would not just draw conclusions like this.

In the room, the conversation between Aunt Tao and Mrs. Zhang continued——

"I don't know about that either." Aunt Tao lowered her voice, apparently also feeling strange about this matter.

Mrs. Zhang rubbed her swollen temples: "Forget it, put this aside for now. You have to send people in to clean up the debris on the ground." After saying that, Mrs. Zhang stood up: "We have a guest today..."

Mrs. Zhang hadn't finished speaking when the maidservant's voice came from outside the room: "Ma'am, the young master of Ximen's house will be here in a quarter of an hour. The master told you to go to the main hall first, and then come with him." Invite people to the garden."

Fu Zhenhong, who was above the roof, raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the maidservant's words.

Sir Simon?Could it be Ximen Qing?

If it was really Ximen Qing, when did Zhang's family get involved with Ximen's family?Fu Zhenhong did not find any connection between the two from the memory of the original owner.

The Zhang family made their fortune in the salt business, and their roots are in Qinghe County.

In the plot, Ximenqing was originally a down and out rich man in Yanggu County, and later opened a herbal medicine shop to do business, mixed with the local bureaucrats, and was considered a well-known businessman in Yanggu County.

Although Qinghe County and Yanggu County are adjacent counties and are not far apart, in Pan Jinlian's memory, the Zhang family and Ximen's family have no contact at all.

Is it the butterfly effect of the plot?

Or after he got married to Wu Zhi, the Zhang family and Ximen Qing had business cooperation?

Fu Zhenhong thought to herself, on Zhang's side, she had already packed her clothes and left the room.Compared with the cheeks flushed with anger when he was in the room, Mrs. Zhang has a completely opposite smile on her face at this moment.

She has adjusted her mood, and this appearance makes it almost impossible to see the anger in her eyes. If someone who doesn't know it looks at it, they will definitely not think that this woman with a smile on her face is still in a kind of anger for a few seconds. and irritability.

"Let's go, go to the main hall." Mrs. Zhang said to the maidservant who came to deliver the message.

The maid saluted and bowed her head in response: "Yes."

Seeing Zhang's back leaving, thinking about what this woman was doing, Fu Zhenhong narrowed her eyes slightly.

The world he is in now is a vacation world for him.There are no supernatural powers in this world, and there are no strange ghosts or monsters.

As the strategy god of the Space-Time Administration, every time Fu Zhenhong travels through a world, what he learns in that world will become his own skills.

There is no upper limit and it will continue to accumulate.

After Fu Zhenhong transmigrated into this world and became Pan Jinlian, he properly fused Pan Jinlian's body with his own soul while retaining some attributes and characteristics of Pan Jinlian's body.

For example, he kept Pan Jinlian's easy-to-drunk physique, and he also kept the red lotus flower tattoo on his lower back.

Also because of this selective fusion, although Fu Zhenhong's own abilities will be greatly restricted in this world, and he cannot use skills beyond the normal range of this world, but his physical strength and force values ​​are Through the fusion of spirits, the continuation is preserved.

It is more convenient to leave these behind and do some things.

[Xiaohong, do you want to follow to the main hall? ]

[No. ] He just went straight to the garden.

Relying on the memory of this body, Fu Zhenhong came to the garden with ease.

The Zhang family is a well-known big family in Qinghe County. Zhang Cheng, who lives in the Zhang family, pays attention to comfort and a bit of elegance, so he built the garden in the mansion very large.

Trees and red flowers, small bridges and flowing water can be said to have everything.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at the trees in the garden, and finally jumped to a relatively hidden tree with a wide range of sight.

He sat on the tree with his back against the trunk, taking a nap while waiting for Zhang Cheng and Mrs. Zhang to greet the young master of the Ximen family.

Not long after, Fu Zhenhong heard footsteps.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the garden.