Chapter 499

In the night, on the abandoned street, the plastic bags rolled up by the cold wind were like the fate of mortals, swaying at will.

Scarlet blood flowed wantonly, touching three cold bodies.

A dignified expert of the Great Being Realm, the Primordial Light already born, like nature achieved, yet in Zhang Fan's hands, he was like a clay chicken or a pottery dog, dying and his Dao disappearing.

At this moment, Liu Fusheng was actually a bit trance-like.

He only felt that this young figure before him was gradually overlapping with the Great Lingzong Wang of the past, and even more so.

"A new era... has finally arrived." Liu Fusheng sighed in his heart.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to accept that each generation of talent emerges.

He was old, and those years of being peerless and surprisingly amazing had become a yellowed painting.

Now, it was the world of the young.

"Liu Shu..."

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan walked over, his calm and friendly voice pulling Liu Fusheng's thoughts back.

"Little Fan, you've grown up."

Liu Fusheng stood up slowly, supported by Zhang Fan; his gaze fell on this young man he had watched grow up since childhood, unable to help but sigh softly.

"I know you have achieved success in cultivation now, but you shouldn't have come back."

"Uncle, I have too many lice to worry about now, it doesn't matter." Zhang Fan smiled lightly.

Liu Fusheng shook his head and said in a deep voice: "You Zhang family people... I'm afraid you are going to walk the old path of your father."

Fleeing to the ends of the earth, he didn't expect this to be inherited.

"Calamity is a disaster that kills the body, but also a medicine for longevity; I don't care at all." Zhang Fan shook his head.

If his father hadn't had the calamities and hardships back then, how would he have the fierce name of the Great Lingzong Wang today?

Being on the path of longevity, seeing through life and death.

He had also experienced no fewer calamities along the way.

"Sigh..." Liu Fusheng sighed and didn't say anything more.

"Uncle, I'll send you back first; Yujing cannot stay, I'll arrange for you to leave the city later." Zhang Fan whispered.

He came back this time to handle these tails.

Liu Fusheng was silent, and supported by Zhang Fan, stumbled back to Hongfu Huayuan.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan was stunned, his expression a bit trance-like.

The street lights in Hongfu Huayuan were on, exceptionally bright tonight, and many people were walking in the residential area.

Zhang Fan subconsciously looked at his phone; the time showed: 22:23.

"Little Fan, you're back from Mount Zhenwu."

Liu Fusheng's voice came from the side; he was carrying a bag of meat buns, his face full of smiles, his eyes full of concern that couldn't be hidden.

"Mount Zhenwu?"

"Didn't you go to Mount Zhenwu for tourism with your childhood friend after graduation?" Liu Fusheng asked.

"Oh... right, went to Mount Zhenwu with Li Yishan, just got back." Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then replied vaguely.

"Good to be back, go back and rest well." Liu Fusheng carried the buns and smiled lightly: "Come to Uncle's house for dinner tomorrow."

"Okay, Liu Shu!"

Zhang Fan nodded and walked into the residential area on his own.

"Brother, don't jump yet, bring some popularity to my live broadcast room... family members, look above my head..."

"Do you have any humanity? Brother, listen to my advice, go jump in the next residential area, I just want to buy a building there."

"The world is going downhill... the one above, are you jumping or not? I want to get off work."

Just at this moment, a burst of noise came, pulling Zhang Fan's gaze back; there seemed to be a person standing on the roof of a building not far away, and the downstairs was also surrounded by people.

"Jumping off a building again!?" Zhang Fan said subconsciously.

"Hmm? Why did I say again?"

Zhang Fan's expression was strange, staring at this building; his home was in this building.

If this person jumps down, the rent will have to go down again.

"If you jump again, you don't have to pay rent." Zhang Fan muttered silently in his heart.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a sharp scream broke the evening quiet. Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, looking up, only to see the figure on the roof falling violently, getting closer and closer.

The next moment, only hearing a "bang" sound, the entire residential area was quiet.

Those who were watching the fun had long since run to the distance, and those who were shouting the loudest had no sound.

The lingering smoke and dust mixed with a bloody smell, getting thicker and thicker.

Soon, someone carefully surrounded them.

"Jumped just like that!?" Zhang Fan was a bit trance-like, unable to help but walk forward.

"Young, why jump off a building?"

"Heard he graduated and sent out more than three thousand resumes, didn't find a job, the pressure on young people now is too great."

"A resident of this building? I seem to have seen this young man."

"Isn't it... lives on the ninth floor, heard he just graduated."

People in the crowd were discussing in low voices.

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Ninth floor? Isn't that the floor he lives on?

"Damn, still a neighbor?" Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, squeezing inside.

"Does this young man have family?"

"Heard he lives alone, greeted me a few times, seems to be called..."

"Right, called Zhang Fan."

The noisy words turned into a roar, and finally only that name exploded in Zhang Fan's ear like a thunderbolt.

His eyes widened, rushing into the crowd like crazy.

On the ground, a figure that had already lost its vitality came into view, and that bloody face still made him feel incomparably familiar.

"Me!?"

Zhang Fan exclaimed, waking up from the nightmare, sweat already soaking his vest.

He panted...

In the old room, only his breathing and the ticking of the alarm clock could be heard.

"So it was a dream!"

Zhang Fan let out a long breath.

He looked outside the window, the sky was not yet bright, and it had started to rain outside.

Just at this moment, a "thump, thump, thump" sound of hitting the wall came from next door, followed by a woman's scream, high and low, intermittent, her breath becoming more urgent and heavy, as if she had been hit, but she kept begging the other party to be harder, don't stop.

In the cheap old residential area, games like this are staged every day.

Zhang Fan had no sleepiness, got up and turned on the radio.

This is his habit; when he can't sleep, he likes to listen to the radio.

"Now inserting a flash news, today at 22:23, a young man fell from a building in Hongfu Huayuan and unfortunately died, the specific cause of the accident is still under further investigation..."

"According to informed sources, the young man was named Zhang Fan, graduated from..."

Hum...

A "hissing" sound came from the radio, Zhang Fan turned his head mechanically, looking at the glowing radio, his brain roaring.

Zhang Fan pounced on it, patted the radio hard, and the "hissing" electronic noise echoed in the room, accompanied by the hitting sound from next door.

"Hongfu Huayuan? Fell from a building?"

Zhang Fan seemed to remember something, found that phone from under the pillow, opened the browser, and entered "Hongfu Huayuan".

Immediately, the latest news jumped out, and a blurry picture appeared before his eyes.

In front of building 73, a stretcher was carried away, someone was lying on it, covered with a white sheet, one hand exposed.

Zhang Fan looked at that photo, his pupils contracted violently, only feeling his scalp go numb.

He didn't dare to believe it.

"Daddy's daddy is a monster, daddy's mommy is a monster..."

Just at this moment, a harsh phone ring sounded, interrupting Zhang Fan's thoughts.

He looked down at the caller ID:

Li Yishan!?

Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone.

"Old Zhang, did you see the news?"