There's something wrong with me

At this moment.

Looking at the smoking muzzle and the slain leader.

Their fierce eyes cleared, and they dropped their weapons, looking at Zhang Feng with pleading eyes.

"Boss… we were wrong…"

"Don't… don't shoot…"

"I won't dare anymore…"

"I shouldn't have done bad things…"

Although they didn't know why the gun was silent, facing the situation of dying at any moment, they deeply knew that begging for mercy was the most important thing.

As long as they could survive this, then whatever they said in the future, whether they dared or not, wouldn't it be up to them to decide?

But Zhang Feng, seeing their pleading appearances and their trembling bodies, didn't feel any sympathy, but calmly aimed at them.

"I am a reasonable person, and I will be frank with you.

If it were a normal situation, I would send you to the police station, to the place where you should go.

But today, you know I have a gun, and you know I killed someone, so you can't leave today."

"Big brother!" Brother Qi, hearing these words, hurriedly begged for mercy, "Do you want money? I still have more than 300,000 here! As long as you spare my life, I will immediately surrender myself!"

As long as he went to the yamen, he knew some big shots inside, and he could negotiate a bit, and life would be comfortable.

"We'll surrender!" Another person wanted to take out his phone, wanting to directly dial the law enforcement hotline.

"We will definitely not snitch on you!" The others also quickly guaranteed.

But in their hearts, they were thinking about being an informant, reporting a murderer, how much would that reduce their sentence?

Zhang Feng saw their determined looks, but didn't believe them at all.

"I have met too many people like you."

Bang bang bang!

Continuous silence.

Zhang Feng's superb marksmanship ensured that almost every shot hit its target.

Lao Tian watched from the side with wide eyes, never expecting that this old brother could decisively kill so many people?

At least if it were him, he might think for a while before taking action.

'Old Brother Zhang's cold state, I estimate he has killed quite a few people already.' Lao Tian shook his head, then exerted force with both hands, *kacha*, and snapped the neck of the oil thief as well.

'But I have to say, Old Brother Zhang conveniently helped me complete my mission.

Otherwise, if I had encountered the Fierce Tiger myself, I estimate I would have been finished today.

Also, that gun, silent?

As expected of an epic item, it also has hidden attributes.'

Lao Tian thought in his heart, looking at Zhang Feng.

At the same time, when everyone was killed.

Zhang Feng looked at the text that appeared when the Fierce Tiger was killed.

[You have killed an invader from the Hall of Time and Space, considered a non-main quest completed]

'As long as I kill one person, it's considered a non-main quest completed?'

Zhang Feng felt it was good after seeing this prompt.

Because life still needs to be experienced, he didn't want to spend every day searching for outsiders.

Zhang Feng thought for a few breaths, then looked at Lao Tian, "Do you know this Fierce Tiger?"

Saying that, Zhang Feng asked again, "I haven't asked yet, who is the most powerful person in your hall?"

"The most powerful person?" Lao Tian revealed a strange expression, then pointed at the Fierce Tiger's corpse, "In terms of individual strength, he is the first."

'Just him? The first?' Zhang Feng was silent for a few seconds, not knowing how to answer this question for a moment.

Could it be that this Hall of Time and Space is a newbie server?

But at this moment.

Lao Tian revealed a smile and said, "Hehe, I just heard the prompt, I am now the number one individual."

'You can be number one too?' Zhang Feng was even more silent for a while, finally saying, "Congratulations, congratulations."

"Ah, it's all just empty fame." Lao Tian said modestly, but his face was beaming with joy, "I even got a reward for being number one just now, Old Brother, take a look."

From nothing, a bottle of drink gradually appeared in his hand.

There was no label, just a transparent bottle filled with red liquid, like juice.

Zhang Feng looked over, it was gibberish [Waterm…].

"Quite impressive." Zhang Feng nodded, pretending to be able to see it and perfunctorily said, "This item is indeed not bad."

"Definitely not bad." Lao Tian chuckled.

But then he shook his head reluctantly and said, "Old Brother Zhang, my mission is over, I have three minutes left before I have to leave, but to be honest, I really like driving around with you and Xiaolin, the three of us."

"That's delivering goods." Zhang Feng glanced at the factory, starting to clean up his footprints, "And you're sitting in the car, you definitely don't know how tiring it is to drive."

Saying that, Zhang Feng turned his head to look at him, curiously asking, "The leaving you mentioned, is it a countdown? What kind of style is it?"

"Can't describe it." Lao Tian pondered for a moment, pointing at his head, "We have a voice countdown in our minds, now there's one minute and forty-five seconds left."

Saying that, he looked at the gun in Zhang Feng's hand, "Old Brother, the items from our hall, can you bring them back to your hall?

If you can't bring them back, can you sell them to me?

We can freely bring them back."

Saying this.

He handed the juice to Zhang Feng, "They are the same quality, but they increase physical fitness."

Lao Tian felt that if the item couldn't be brought back, then at least the body should be brought back.

So he exchanged it.

"Okay." Zhang Feng didn't care, anyway he couldn't bring it back to reality, and besides, reality had already been copied.

But new things can bring double the happiness.

Taking the juice.

Zhang Feng didn't drink it either.

At least wait to see the attributes first.

"Then Old Brother, I'll go first." Lao Tian, seeing the transaction completed, pointed at his head, "Now there's only two, one…"

As soon as he said 'one', his body directly disappeared.

Zhang Feng looked at the place where he disappeared, good家伙, do they clock in and out so punctually?

They go back after completing their missions, with absolutely no room for relaxation?

But precisely because Lao Tian left, Zhang Feng suddenly understood why the text would consider 'killing' as completion.

Because these Reincarnators leave after completing their missions, with absolutely no time to stay.

Then to a large extent, in a few days, the other Reincarnators will basically complete their missions as well.

In these short few days, in such a big world, it's really hard to find them.

And after cleaning up the scene.

Zhang Feng also saw the information of the juice gradually appearing.

[Mild Watermelon Juice: Ordinary, Epic]

[Effect 1: Unbind]

[Effect 2: Shelf life 3 hours]

[Effect 3: After consumption, Physique +1.9, Root Bone +0.1, Martial Arts +0.1]

[Effect 4: Copied]

[Effect 5: Double the happiness]

…

The next day, midnight.

He City, suburbs.

The round-faced man who was killed by Zhang Feng was riding a stolen motorcycle, coming here.

Whoosh whoosh—

The round-faced man stopped the motorcycle, moving his neck a bit.

This place was where he was killed by Zhang Feng's truck.

At the same time.

After arriving here, he seemed to cast some kind of secret technique, constantly walking back and forth in place.

After walking for a while.

He became more and more strange, finally cursing in a low voice:

"Fuck his mother! Where's my gun? Why can't the hall search for it?"

The hall had a function to search for items.

As long as some mission points were spent, then within a radius of two hundred meters, items belonging to the Reincarnator himself would be searched and sensed.

But now he had searched for a long time, but to no effect.

'Could it not be this area?'

The round-faced man now also felt a bit strange, even suspecting whether he had found the wrong place.

'I remember when I got out of the car, there were a few trees in front.'

He looked at the front again, estimating the distance, feeling that he hadn't found the wrong place.

And his mind was very clear, not having his memory scrambled by death.

Because he now remembered Zhang Feng's license plate number very clearly.

"Fuck his mother, native!"

But precisely because he thought of that truck driver, and the fact that the legendary item was shot away.

He felt a nameless rage in his heart.

This kind of rage made him give up on this mission.

Or rather, the reward of the mission was not as valuable as his 'gun'.

He came back now, one was to take revenge, two, mainly to retrieve his gun.

Otherwise, if his resurrection was gone and his item was lost.

Then he would really lose big time.

'I didn't even strengthen my body much, all my savings were spent on buying the gun!'

He was now very anxious, very angry.

Then he expanded the nearby search range.

After searching for ten minutes like this, he straddled the motorcycle.

'It must be that native who took my gun!

I also don't know why he would take my gun?

Even if these natives get it, in their eyes, my gun is just a monolithic toy gun, at most a iron thing.

He pulls the trigger, but can't fire a bullet!

Holding my gun, is he not afraid of being checked by the police?'

Boom boom—

The round-faced man cursed inwardly, while starting the motorcycle again, preparing to expand the search range a bit more.

If he really couldn't find it.

He would prepare to go to the city in front during the day tomorrow to look for logistics and other places.

Zhang Feng's car was a truck.

He wanted to inquire from here, to see which company's driver it was.

'Find it!'

He started searching for the gun along the road again, hoping that the native would see that the gun was useless, then throw it away on the road.

But just as he was looking for the gun.

Whoosh whoosh—

In the distance, Zhang Feng was driving back.

And on the way back, Zhang Feng also took a detour, disposing of the few corpses in the car, so he came back a bit later.

And at this time.

The round-faced man saw the lights of the truck in front.

Zhang Feng, with the help of the lamplight, also saw the round face driving towards him.

At this moment.

Boom!

'I didn't expect him to be resurrected too.'

Without thinking, Zhang Feng directly slammed on the accelerator.

"Damn you, native!" Seeing the familiar scene, Round Face immediately relied on his decent driving skills to barely scrape past the truck.

Whoosh—

A brief exchange.

Zhang Feng turned the truck around again in front.

Round Face was riding a motorcycle, which was more maneuverable, and quickly came to the side of Zhang Feng's truck, drawing a machete from the side of the seat and slashing towards the driver's seat.

Clang—

A few faint sparks flew, and some of the truck's paint chipped off.

Woooo ~

Round Face turned his motorcycle around again, looking at the truck that hadn't finished turning.

'It really can't compare to a motorcycle.' Zhang Feng knew this wasn't going to work, but he wasn't very flustered.

Because, if it were a few days ago, his physique wouldn't have been good, and his meridians wouldn't have been numerous.

Zhang Feng really wouldn't have wanted to fight Round Face.

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But now, he seemed to have no gun, and dared to come looking for him with a broken knife.

Zhang Feng leaned out of the car window and said to him, "I didn't expect you to be alive? But you're going to flash this time."

"Damn you, native!" Hearing this, Round Face was so angry that he got off the motorcycle and ran towards Zhang Feng, preparing to drag Zhang Feng out of the car and hack him to death to vent his anger.

But after running two steps, his anger suddenly subsided a little.

'Why isn't he panicking when he sees me resurrected?

Could he also be a Reincarnator?

That shouldn't be!

If he is a Reincarnator, why does the Hall prompt that he is a native?'

While thinking this, he saw that Zhang Feng not only didn't leave, but instead got out of the car carrying a steel pipe.

Whoosh—

He turned around and ran.

Because he felt that this person was definitely not right!

But he hadn't run two steps.

Zhang Feng quickly caught up.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, he knew he couldn't escape, so he turned around to face the enemy.

But the next second.

Whoosh—

The sound of the wind from the steel pipe slashing down from above.

He just drew his knife to parry.

'Tap,' the steel pipe changed direction in mid-air and slammed into his head.

'His physical fitness is clearly not high… why are his skills so much better than mine…'

Round Face was hit hard, his brain dizzy.

But his physique, which was far superior to ordinary people, still allowed him to stagger for a few seconds before lying on the ground.

Zhang Feng didn't kill him, but walked to his side and used the steel pipe to knock the knife out of his hand.

"Last time you died, you disappeared, and even the things you carried on you were taken back."

While Zhang Feng searched his body with the steel pipe, he said helplessly, "I didn't even dare to hit your temple just now, for fear of knocking you dead in one blow, and then there would be nothing left.

That epic Hall gun last time was really good, do you still have it?"

"You…" Round Face was dizzy and couldn't answer at all, but he also knew that he had underestimated this driver.

This driver could kill him with one blow!

'He even knows about the Hall!' At the same time, after thinking about this, Round Face also looked at Zhang Feng in confusion, but more of it was begging for mercy.

"Big brother… please, let me go… I'll bring you some items from the Hall when I see you in the next world…"

"Forget it." Zhang Feng shook his head, "It's hard to say whether we'll ever see each other again.

Besides, that number one guy of yours named Fierce Tiger didn't have anything good either, probably all strengthened his body, but even after strengthening, he wasn't that great."

'He actually killed the top ranked Fierce Tiger?!' Round Face looked at Zhang Feng in shock.

After searching and seeing that there was nothing good, Zhang Feng raised the steel pipe, "There's nothing to talk about, then goodbye."

Thud!

Zhang Feng swung the steel pipe at his temple.

Round Face completely lost consciousness with a look of fear and shock.

But this time, Zhang Feng found that his body did not disappear.

'Trouble, I still have to clean up, it's fine if there's nothing, but he can't even die properly.'

…

Half a month later.

[The invaders have all left]

This day.

Zhang Feng was delivering goods when he saw this text.

'Sure enough, their stay was very short.'

Zhang Feng shook his head, and during this half month of running around delivering goods, he didn't see any other Reincarnators again.

Or maybe he did, but he didn't recognize them.

Zhang Feng didn't care about this, feeling that as long as they didn't affect him, it was fine.

'My purpose in coming to this world is to practice self-cultivation.

Specifically use the three years in this world to clear away the distractions in my heart.'

Zhang Feng thought while driving,

'That's good, originally three years wasn't much.

And at the beginning, because of the Reincarnator's affairs, it almost disrupted my cultivation rhythm.

But… this kind of sudden invader experience is also a kind of life practice, right?

In life, naturally, it is impossible for everything to go as one wishes.

If everything goes as one wishes, that's not called cultivation, but wild growth.'

Zhang Feng thought to himself, then picked up his phone and dialed Xiao Lin's phone number.

After it connected.

Zhang Feng said, "This trip of mine is another job from Boss Lin's family.

When I get to your place, let's find a place to eat?"

"Okay, Brother!"

In the store, Xiao Lin seemed to have matured a bit.

But at this moment, hearing Brother Zhang Feng's call.

He remembered the novel journey half a month ago, and after thinking of that fun old Tian, he revealed his true form and said directly, "Brother, can you contact Brother Tian?

Why is the phone number he gave me out of service?"

"He probably didn't pay his phone bill for the past half month, or maybe he changed his number." Zhang Feng looked at the empty passenger seat and back seat,

"I can't contact him either, maybe he has other things to be busy with.

It's fine for us brothers to get together."

…

Coming and going for a few days.

Zhang Feng found Xiao Lin and had two meals with him.

Regarding this innocent little brother.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, there wasn't much brotherly affection.

But perhaps because Old Tian was there at that time, and the short and wonderful experience with the Reincarnators.

Zhang Feng felt that these few days with him were quite memorable.

…

Five days later.

After returning.

Zhang Feng carried a large TV into the slaughterhouse, and under the curious gazes of the workers, handed it to Boss Li, who was chopping meat,

"Boss Li, thank you for your care over the years, isn't your TV broken?

I got it back for you at a friendship price with Boss Lin."

"Oh?" Boss Li put down the boning knife, took off his gloves, took the TV, and put it on the ground, "Has the sun risen from the west?

Old Zhang, who has always been stingy, actually bought me a TV?"

"Hahaha…"

After Boss Li said this, the workers who were looking over all laughed.

"Uncle Zhang, you've really splurged this time!"

"Brother! Brother! I've been calling you brother for several years, when are you going to get one for your little brother?"

The workers joked, teasing the honest Zhang Feng.

Looking at the familiar faces in his memory, Zhang Feng said goodbye, "I'm planning to take on some freight in various provinces outside, run the truck, and prepare to leave the factory.

When I come back in the future, let's all get together again.

Thank you for your care."

…

Let's drive.

Send the goods with the old buddies, and look at the scenery along the way.

Completely let go of the mind.

The first thing Zhang Feng wanted to do after coming to this world and seeing this identity was this.

And along the way afterwards.

"Master, where are you going?"

Along the way, he encountered people who wanted to hitch a ride.

"Get in." Zhang Feng also smiled and invited them up, chatting with them about things from all over the country.

This kind of relaxing tour.

Is also like a pastime during daily delivery.

Zhang Feng felt a different feeling after combining the two.

Unlike the original 'Old Zhang himself' who worked hard for the sake of work.

Now, it's more like he chose this kind of tour-like work in order to relax.

Zhang Feng felt that this kind of mentality was very magical, but he also knew that it was because he had possessed the body, his thoughts had changed, so he could remove the original shackles and look at the world with a new mentality.

Different angles, different mentalities, the world may also be ever-changing.

As for what has changed.

Zhang Feng found it difficult to describe.

But after running the truck for two years, Zhang Feng found that he was becoming more and more in sync with the possessed character.

This kind of synchronization is a kind of psychological and functional fit.

At this moment, Zhang Feng also knew that when he possessed other 'selves' in the future, he would not need to slowly familiarize himself with the memory, nor would he need to familiarize himself with the body, but could directly and perfectly substitute himself.

Another year later.

Night.

The car was parked on an endless grassland highway.

Outside the car, a blanket was spread on the grassland.

Two or three bottles of beer.

Zhang Feng lay tipsy on the blanket, pillowing his hands, blowing the night breeze with the fragrance of grass, and looking up at the starry sky.

'Originally, I wanted to relax my mind, but I didn't expect to comprehend a very strange "skill".

It can also be regarded as an unintentional act that yields unexpected results.

This three years of life was a complete emptying of the heart.'