I'm not a fortune teller.

Chapter 50: A force that has been planned for a thousand years!
"My lord, we will meet again!"

"Sir? Sir Zhang?"

In the snowstorm, Zhang Rui came back to his senses. Lin Bao and the others looked at Zhang Rui with great respect and said carefully, "This is the academician Deng. Deng wants to consult you about something."

"Young man Zhang Rui, nice to meet you, Lord Deng." Zhang Rui bowed quickly.

I have made up for the knowledge of officialdom in this world before. The academician in this world is different from the previous one. Although the position is still the third rank, his functions are greater than the actual power of the governor. Not only does he have jurisdiction over local evil spirit incidents, he can also mobilize the army, and at the same time supervise local imperial examinations and recommend local sorcerers. He is a true frontier official. The governor is the highest official that a non-sorcerer civil servant can be, but his actual functions are very different from those of the academician.

"Master Zhang, you are polite." Deng Lingfeng quickly returned the greeting and said with a gentle smile, "I have heard of Master Zhang's reputation for a long time, and today I finally see him in person."

"The young man is afraid." Zhang Rui smiled bitterly and returned the greeting. He really didn't want to be famous, but bad luck always found him.

Deng Lingfeng looked at this humble young man, smiled and nodded, but he was secretly evaluating him in his heart.

According to intelligence, this kid's origins are mysterious, and even the Shenji Academy of Dajin can't find him for the time being. Tian Ye was a master close to the super first-class level, but he died at the hands of such a young man. Among the children of the aristocratic families in the capital, I'm afraid no one can match him.

And this reputation should not be false.

He was stationed in Yunzhou City most of the time, and had cooperated with old soldiers and ruffians like Lin Bao more than once or twice. These old soldiers were very slick, and although they appeared respectful on the surface, they actually looked down on some sorcerers and officials in secret. But at this moment, they were extremely respectful to Lord Zhang, which was really rare.

The only person in the entire Yunzhou who could make Lin Bao and others treat him like this was Wu Mu Qin Xiang.

"Sir, have some ginger tea to warm yourself up." Lin Bao and others stepped forward to show their courtesy. Such initiative made Qin Xiang, who was not far away, curl her lips slightly. These old guys were never so proactive towards her on weekdays.

"Thank you for the trouble." Zhang Rui took the ginger tea, took a sip and looked at Lao Niang and others not far away. Lin Bao had ordered his men to send ginger tea to them early. Seeing that they had slowly recovered from their shock, Zhang Rui said sincerely: "Thanks to General Lin for taking care of us along the way."

"You are too polite, sir!" Lin Bao waved his hand quickly: "If it weren't for you, our lives would have been in danger. We should be grateful to you!"

Lin Bao is a pure warrior. He will obey you if you are strong. The reason why he is so attentive to Zhang Rui is not only because the latter saved him and others, but more importantly, he thinks that Lord Zhang has performed well enough.

How terrifying was the woman in black outside the temple. Just a glance from her was enough to make him lose control of his knife. To him at the time, she was like a demon. But Lord Zhang was not at all intimidated by such a figure. Although Lord Zhang did not exude any aura at the time, judging from the conversation, the two should be on equal footing.

Now he was able to rescue himself and others from the clutches of that terrible woman. In his opinion, this ability should be better than that of Lord Qin Xiang, the Martial Lord of Yunzhou.

"If you hadn't escorted me, you wouldn't have suffered this disaster. It's my duty to protect you." Zhang Rui returned the greeting with a smile, then drank the ginger tea. Suddenly, a warm current flowed through his body, making him feel alive.

It was really thrilling. I was just on my way to Beijing, but I encountered such a terrible thing. I was so unlucky.

"Master Zhang," Deng Lingfeng said, "your niece just now, right? She killed an evil spirit, and her body was as hard as iron. I want to take her back immediately and let the secret academy analyze it."

"Master Deng, please do as you please," Zhang Rui said with a smile, "If there is anything I can help you with, please feel free to tell me."

"Is that so? I heard from Lord Zhang's niece that this kind of evil spirit called hairy zombie is very common?"

"It's pretty common." Zhang Rui was also a little confused: "As long as it's a dead body, there's a chance it can become a hairy zombie. It can be said to be the most common evil spirit."

"Has Lord Zhang traveled anywhere before?" Deng Lingfeng wondered, "I have traveled all over the Central Plains and have never seen such evil spirits. Why is it so common in Lord Zhang's mouth?"

Zhang Rui frowned: "Master Deng has never encountered this?"

Deng Lingfeng shook his head.

Zhang Rui took a breath and had a terrible guess in his mind, but his expression remained unchanged and he smiled and said, "It may be that when I was young, I followed my elders to the southern border area. Because I saw a lot, I think the Central Plains is also like this. It seems that the climate and soil are different, and many things are also different."

"Nanjiang? I see." Deng Lingfeng nodded with a smile. This kid did not hide his identity as a child of a hermit family. He even admitted that he was from Nanjiang. Nanjiang was a place where evil spirits were everywhere. Those hermit families who could survive there were all ruthless people. To be able to capsize Tian Ye, perhaps their methods were extremely strange. He had to be careful when dealing with them in the future.

Zhang Rui breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party did not ask any more questions. He had obtained some memories when he used the Thousand Machine Box to decompose Chun. This guy escaped from Southern Xinjiang, a place with strong evil spirits. There were not only extremely terrifying evil spirits, but also hermit families from the previous dynasty with strange behaviors and profound background. With Southern Xinjiang as his background, he would definitely be able to save a lot of trouble, because in a chaotic place like that, the intelligence would definitely not be as accurate as that in the Central Plains. His origins could still be used to fool outsiders for a short time.

"That hairy zombie is from southern Xinjiang. According to what those scholars said, there were thousands of such evil spirits outside the temple at that time. Such a number would probably cause panic in the area. I wonder if Lord Zhang knows where those people came from?"

"I don't know what will happen to this official." Zhang Rui shook his head and then looked at Yang Jie who was brought out.

From the moment he came out, Yang Jie's face turned blue, and he died not long after. He couldn't get a single word out of him. It was obvious that the other party had already done something to Yang Jie. He had a guess in his mind.

This world is full of evil spirits, and common evil spirits like zombies should not be rare. Is there a possibility that a long time ago, someone secretly planned and erased all traces of zombies, and has been collecting zombies ever since.

Decades, hundreds of years, or perhaps even longer, has it taken so long to collect information that no one in the world knows about the existence of this evil spirit?
This sounds quite unbelievable. Although I don't know how the other party did it, the force behind the scenes must be considerable, and the person behind the scenes must be aiming big enough. It is really unfortunate that I have offended such an existence before I even went to Beijing.

"Is that so?" Deng Lingfeng thought for a moment and said, "Regarding this zombie matter, the Academy may consult Master Zhang in the future."

"I will definitely do my best to assist you!"

"This time, we are all thankful to Lord Zhang. Otherwise, none of those candidates would have survived. I still need to investigate the follow-up. It is freezing cold, and Lord Zhang is bringing his family with him. It is better for him to set off early and go to the nearest post station first."

"Thank you, Lord Deng, for your understanding!" Zhang Rui was relieved when he heard this. He was afraid that the other party would continue to pester him, so he hurriedly said, "If you need my help in the future, Lord Deng, just send someone to let me know."

"Then I'll trouble you, Master Zhang."

"Shangguan, you are right. I am the emperor's employee and it is my duty to help the court."

"Haha, Master Zhang is right."

After a brief greeting, the team packed up. Lin Bao and others continued to escort Zhang Rui's family and a group of students going to Beijing for the imperial examination to the next post station, while the academician Deng Lingfeng, Qin Xiang and others stayed here to see if they could find any traces.

Deng Lingfeng even sent a message via flying eagle, hoping that the capital would dispatch the secret academy's first-class sorcerer to come to support.

He had a feeling that this matter was by no means simple, and if it was not investigated thoroughly, something serious might happen.
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"Oh? Then the Painting Spirit Ink can be used in that way?"

“It’s my first time seeing you too.”

At this time, inside the temple, the woman in black was able to enter the temple. Opposite her was a man whose face could not be seen clearly, and behind the man were hundreds of hairy zombies with armor. If Zhang Rui was here, he would definitely be shocked. All the hundreds of hairy zombies were purple zombies. If such a large number were all released, a natural disaster would instantly turn the land into a barren land for thousands of miles!
"This Mr. Zhang is really interesting." The mysterious man laughed and said, "I'm afraid that the owner of the painting market may not be able to think of such a way of using it. Wow, he is really an amazing person."

"I feel like he's very familiar with us!" The woman in black said coldly, "I even feel like he has guessed my identity!"

"Really?" The man hesitated a little: "There are not many people in this world who can recognize your identity, even those old monsters in Southern Xinjiang. He is so young, who is his son?"

"You'll have to check it out yourself."

"I will try it out after returning to Beijing." The man nodded.

"What about the plan?" The woman asked faintly, "Are you still going to continue?"

"Of course!" The man said with a smile, "How can such a large-scale plan be stopped just because of a chess piece whose origin is unknown?"

"Are you sure that Master Yi will come to this competition?"

"Don't worry, the information is correct." The man nodded and said, "All three masters will be present at this competition!"

"I heard that this spring exam, who will also have plans?"

"Mr. Tianji has instructed that the phenomenon of two moons in the sky will cause chaos in the heavens and the four spirits will be covered in dust. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so naturally, it is not just us who want to turn the tide."

"The people in the imperial court and those great families also know about this celestial phenomenon. They will not sit still and wait for death. They must have many backup plans."

"Of course." The man smiled and said, "Those who can participate in this chess game have been planning for thousands of years. Who will be the checkmate in the end depends on their own methods."

Volume 1 (End)!

　I'm stuck on the next part, haha. The first volume has ended, and the second volume (Capital Storm) will start writing tomorrow. In the second volume, the protagonist will gradually gain power of his own, and the Cube will proceed steadily and not let the plot go on like the previous book.

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