Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Pill Devouring, I am the True Path of the Tang Sect

"What does Zhang Zhiwei, with his shoehorn face, have to talk to me with..."

As Lu Jin spoke, he saw the photos on Lu Linglong's phone, and his expression changed instantly.

His boasting and bragging stopped abruptly, and he crushed the teacup in his hand.

"Grandpa, you were really careless. Get up quickly, let me wipe you clean."

Lu Linglong hurriedly tried to tidy herself up, but Lu Jin grabbed her wrist tightly as soon as she moved.

"Impossible, impossible!"

“My master is dead. Everyone saw it. I personally watched him being buried. I went to defeat him every year!”

"This must be a coincidence; they just look alike!"

Lu Jin said this, but her eyes were fixed on Zuo Ruotong in the photo.

He kept looking for differences, but couldn't find any. Whether it was appearance, clothing, or even eyes, they were exactly the same as the master in his memory!

But he witnessed Zuo Ruotong's death with his own eyes back then, and the dead cannot be brought back to life!

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Linglong realized the seriousness of the situation as she watched her great-grandfather's face gradually contort.

Her eyes were bloodshot; she had never seen her grandfather like this before!

"Impossible, impossible! Where is Linglong now? Where is he?!"

Lu Jin didn't believe that Zuo Ruotong had been resurrected, but he still couldn't help but go and check on the situation.

"I don't know. Xue'er forwarded this to me. I don't know what's going on either."

"Grandpa, do you know this person?"

Lu Linglong hurriedly spoke up.

"I know...no, I don't know, I don't know if I know him or not."

Lu Jin gradually calmed down and released Lu Linglong's wrist, which was now bruised and purple.

He slumped onto the sofa, his mind a complete mess.

"Grandpa, please tell me what happened."

Lu Linglong ignored the purplish-blue marks on her hands. She squatted down next to Lu Jin and took her grandfather's hand.

He spoke in a gentle tone.

Although Lu Linglong is usually silly and like a cute, naive girl, she can really take responsibility when it matters.

"Uh, I'm not sure who the person in the photo is."

"But this person looks so much like someone, someone I will never forget."

Lu Jin sighed and spoke.

"The person you can't forget, Li Muxuan, Wugensheng!"

Lu Linglong immediately thought of the enemy her great-grandfather had been searching for his whole life, and she spoke up.

No, it wasn't them.

Lu Jin shook her head.

Who is that?

Lu Linglong's eyes revealed doubt. Besides these two people, who else could make the old master so excited?

"Yes... the head of the Sanyi Sect, the Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong, is my master."

Lu Jin spoke up.

"Master Zuo, that can't be! Master Zuo has been dead for many years!"

Lu Linglong also stood up abruptly. She knew Zuo Ruotong, but had never met her before.

But if you do the math, Zuo Ruotong has been dead for at least several decades or even a hundred years, so how could she possibly be on the street?

And taking pictures with people? That's impossible.

“I don’t know what happened, but that person looked so much like me. His appearance and demeanor were exactly the same as my master in my memory.”

"I have to go and see, I have to go and see for myself what's going on."

Lu Jin felt there must be something wrong with this, and he needed to take a closer look to see what was going on.

"Grandpa... let me go. You wait for my news at home. I'll go and check on things for you first."

Looking at Lu Jin's expression, Lu Linglong thought about it and realized that Lu Jin was too easily agitated when it came to the Sanyi Gate.

What if this person who looks so much like Master Zuo is a trap set by someone to target Grandfather? She can't let Grandfather go.

"Phew... I got it. Call your brother, you two go check it out, and then contact me if you have any information."

Lu Jin tried his best to control his emotions and spoke.

"Yes, don't worry, Grandpa, we've grown up, we're very capable."

Lu Linglong patted her chest and spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Girls shouldn't do such actions; be mindful of your ladylike image."

Lu Jin frowned and spoke.

"Purrl".

Lu Linglong stuck out her tongue and acted cute, then contacted Bai Shixue to find out exactly where the place in the photo was.

Bai Shixue: This is hard to find.

Lu Linglong: I'll treat you to hot pot. Give me the address in five minutes.

Bai Shixue: Boss, it's all taken care of. I've sent you the address.

Chapter 217 Wang Zhenqiu, the cancer of Northwest China, and Feng Baobao, a girl from Sichuan!

While Tang Jiaren and his group were wandering around the area, they found a few young men with a foundation in cultivation.

"Finally, we've found some people in the underworld."

"Young man, may I ask you something..."

Tang Jiaren looked at a few young men eating skewers by the roadside, walked over, and prepared to ask for directions.

"What did you say?"

Feng Baobao turned around, staring wide-eyed at the old men. She tilted her head and asked.

"He's from Sichuan, perfect. By the way, young lady, if you're not from the Tang Clan, where are you?"

"We want to get to the Tang Clan, but we can't find the way."

Upon hearing the accent, Tang Jiaren immediately smiled. He hadn't expected to run into a girl from his hometown; he was really lucky.

"Tang Clan... I don't know."

Feng Baobao tilted her head, thought for a while, and then spoke.

Do you know Zhang Chulan?

Feng Baobao turned to look at Zhang Chulan and asked.

"This... I don't know either."

"Gentlemen, brothers, um, why don't you ask someone else?"

Sitting opposite Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan looked at the old men and felt a strange sense of unease.

Lately, he's been running into a lot of old-fashioned people, and none of them are easy to deal with.

"Gentlemen, you're looking for the Tang Clan? Perfect, I know them. I'm from Sichuan."

"Buy your tickets online now, then take bus number xx, arrive at xx location, and finally find another vehicle to go to xx martial arts school."

Beside Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, there was a blond-haired boy who looked like a girl, but was actually a boy.

Wang Zhenqiu, a cross-dresser, is known as the "cancer of Southwest China," disliked by everyone, even dogs avoid him.

"Um... young man, we don't really understand this online ticketing thing you mentioned."

Tang Shiying frowned. He couldn't understand what the child was saying at all, and what was wrong with the child's hair?

Is this a girl or a boy? Judging from its physical characteristics, it seems to be a boy, but its every move makes it seem like a girl.

"Grandpa, I'm the kind of person who's always happy to help others."

"Normally I would definitely show you the way and take you there, but unfortunately, I really have something to do this time."

"How about I call your child for you?"

Wang Zhenqiu looked at the old men. He was genuinely busy; he hadn't finished his mission in Biyou Village yet.

“My children…we are looking for them.”

Tang Jiaren was in a bit of a predicament. These old guys who couldn't keep up with the times were finding it really difficult to get by outside.

They found someone who knew the way, but they couldn't understand what the person was saying at all.

"Young man, do you know anyone from the Tang Clan? Could you help me contact them and ask them to send someone to pick us up?"

Tang Bingwen spoke up at this moment.

"Hehe."

Wang Zhenqiu tapped his head, stuck out his tongue, and made a cute face.

"Anyone can do this, but I can't. The Tang Clan has blocked me, and I can't contact them."

"They even have a sign at the entrance saying that dogs can go in, but I can't."

Wang Zhenqiu, with his androgynous face, once had a story with a disciple of the Tang Clan.

However, he was just having fun and got tricked. From then on, the Tang Clan treated him like he was a piece of dog shit.

"Ah."