According to the current ti.
Looking back to the two-plus hours of rushing, when I had just co out of the dirt, it should be one o’clock.
The ti of the argunt with those two people after work was nine in the evening.
I was unconscious for more than four hours.
No wonder I’m not sleepy right now.
Looks like I took a nap.
Thinking about it, Zhang Feng walked while casually trying to flag down a car.
Now, I’m a bit hungry, my stamina isn’t high, and I don’t dare to resonate and cultivate for fear of damaging my body’s functions.
But while walking, when passing an advertisent billboard.
Zhang Feng paused and looked at the advertisent photo.
The ambassador on it is a young man, the very person who buried alive.
He is endorsing an ’Exercise and Health dicine’ advertisent.
And the middle-aged man who knocked unconscious has martial arts skills.
Both of them seem related to martial arts in so way.
Especially that middle-aged man, Zhang Feng, recalling, felt his constitution was at least 70!
This already crushes my current self, reaching an absolute level of breaking technique with brute force.
Zhang Feng contemplated, feeling he needed to get so money, then go undercover for four more years upward.
Finalize the plan.
Zhang Feng continued walking while flagging down cars.
After ten minutes or so.
Sure enough, a large truck daringly slowed down in the wilderness.
But being a steel-carrying truck, it continued to slow drive past Zhang Feng.
’This driver dares to stop in the wild?’
Zhang Feng found it strange and quickly walked a few steps toward it.
Until it stopped completely by the roadside.
Zhang Feng looked closely at the license plate and realized it was a truck from his factory.
Whoa—
The truck door opened.
At this ti, the young driver, holding the door, curiously spoke to the approaching Zhang Feng, "Manager Zhang? What’s happened to you? Buried?"
"Yes, buried." Zhang Feng ca to the truck door and glanced inside.
In the back seat, a groggy middle-aged driver waking up, "Why did we stop? Is it shift change ti?"
"No, no, no, Master, keep sleeping." The young driver replied, "I ran into Manager Zhang on the road, he said he was buried, isn’t he joking?
I think he just fell in the mud while riding."
"Sales Departnt’s Zhang Feng?" The driver master leaned and looked, then saw Zhang Feng covered in mud, "How did you fall like this late at night? Are you okay?"
"I’m fine." Zhang Feng said while removing dirty pants and clothes.
Finally, with relatively clean autumn clothes, he signaled the young driver to move forward.
Then Zhang Feng deftly slipped from the driver’s side up to the passenger side.
"I never knew you got into cars this swiftly." The young driver looked amazed, "Cool!"
"It’s easy, I’ll teach you soday." Zhang Feng took so old newspapers from the side and placed them on the passenger seat, "Got anything to eat?"
"Yeah." The young driver reached back and took out two cold at buns, "There are clothes in the back, if you’re not picky, wear them so you don’t freeze."
"Forget it, my autumn clothes aren’t clean, not gonna dirty your clothes." Zhang Feng spread out the newspapers, tucked in sheets on the backrest, "Where are you heading on this trip?"
"Southwest Province." The young driver handed the at buns to Zhang Feng, "So, where shall I drop you off to catch a cab? You taking a cab back?"
"No need." Zhang Feng said as he gobbled down the at bun, "Hmm... Southwest Province sounds good."
Further west from Southwest is outside Great Xia, where I’ve been undercover in the ’King Snake Border.’
Zhang Feng is quite familiar with the customs there.
Moreover, the two who buried , one seems influential, the middle-aged man’s constitution is definitely higher than mine.
Staying in my province and getting new docunts is not very wise.
They have my phone and ID and such.
If they suddenly want to check if I’m dead, or visit the burial spot.
That complicates things.
If not careful, the resurrection efforts would be wasted.
Having ten new ridian paths to test, I don’t want to waste any opportunity for resurrection.
These are opportunities to increase my ’knowledge limit and martial power limit.’
Zhang Feng clearly understood this.
"Southwest Province?" The young driver puzzled, "Manager Zhang, you have business there?"
"Yes." Zhang Feng finished one bun, feeling much better, "I’ve got big deals there.
You guys don’t go back, work with ."
...
Two hours later.
Burial Forest.
The ambassador youth and middle-aged man arrived outside the forest.
Heading to the burial site.
The youth yawned and, having thought of sothing, excitedly looked at the stern middle-aged man,
"Uncle Ling, aren’t you looking forward to seeing him in a mont?
Imagine if he’s not dead, we’ll open the coffin, he’ll definitely cry and beg us to spare him, haha..."
"Humph!" Uncle Ling saw the youth’s hangover still lingering and imdiately criticized, "Why not kill him directly last night?
You insisted on slowly torturing him, burying him alive.
Have you even thought about who he is? Who you are?
Spending your ti on a nobody, is it worth it?"
Uncle Ling continued to advise, "Rember well, out there, you are ’Yu God’ respected in the martial arts world! A rising star!
Your talent is so high that within ten years you may surpass .
By then, you’ll have the chance to contend for being the world’s number one!"
"Spending on soone like Zhang, definitely isn’t worth it." Yu God glanced at Zhang Feng’s ID, chuckled lightly, "But isn’t fun sothing we don’t talk about?"
Saying this, he argued confidently,
"Besides, I’m out endorsing our dicine formulas, keeping a foolishly amiable image.
Normally, I’m also hands-on training hard.
If you don’t let relax, I fear one day I’ll snap."
"Alright, alright." Uncle Ling grudgingly said, "You’re right, but next ti you want to relax on soone, pick a target.
Don’t just pull so random person into your stress relief ga.
What if you ss with soone you can’t afford to offend?"
"Like him?" Yu God sneered, childishly unconvinced, "Looks like a regular person, if I want to kill, I kill, what can he do to ?
If he’s not dead, then I’ll torture him to death later!"
As they spoke, they continued toward the burial site.
Only as they walked there.
They saw the opened up soil ahead and paused.
Quickly rushing forward to investigate.
Seeing the saw marks on the wooden board.
The two exchanged a glance, finding it strange.
There were no saws in the coffin back then.
Then there’s only one possibility, this person was rescued.
anwhile, Yu God laughed, "This person looks normal but has great luck, getting rescued.
It’s all my fault for digging too shallow.
Probably so passerby heard his cries for help."
"Now let’s leave here." Uncle Ling thought about other matters while clearing footprints using leg force techniques as they walked,
"We left no traces last night, even if he escaped and reported, there’s no evidence.
But just in case, we should check him out when we get back.
If he’s alive, then find soone and kill him.
Otherwise, if unchecked, and he pulls so stunt, your reputation wouldn’t just suffer, the police might uncover more about you too."
"I’ll have soone check now." Yu God, hearing Uncle Ling’s analysis, instantly sobered up and prepared to investigate.
Only this investigation took two years.
No news of Zhang Feng.
They even wondered if Zhang Feng was rescued by so scoundrels and then killed by them.
Unable to make sense, they stopped pondering.
After all, he’s just an ordinary office worker.
They didn’t care, continuing their hedonistic nightlife.
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