Chapter 70: Dad Lost Contact, Zhang Fan's Mom 20

The next day, the cicadas and birds in the mountain woke Zhang Fan from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and felt refreshed; the true Yang in his body had actually increased a lot.

"Could it be that I am truly a genius of Daoist cultivation? Growing true Yang even while sleeping?" Zhang Fan said, lost in thought.

He was obsessed with reaching the 【Gao Gong】 rank as soon as possible; only then could he make up for the lifespan lost by awakening his supernatural powers, and even try to take out the 【Zhenwu Jade Tablet】 in his body.

Zhang Fan knew that although this thing was precious, it was trouble for him.

However, wanting to cultivate to 【Gao Gong】 was an extremely long road.

Those with high Dao merit are Gao Gong; some people cannot touch this realm in their entire lives.

However, although Zhang Fan was still at the 【Art Apprentice】 rank, his true Yang was improving rapidly, and he estimated that he could support the display of four or five small arts.

You must know that mastering twelve small arts would allow one to be promoted to the rank of 【Mysterious Master】.

Since starting from Mount Zhenwu, he had only spent one night to observe his soul and leave his body, and later awakened the Daoist supernatural power, Samadhi True Fire...

Up to now, he had only been practicing for two or three months, and to have such cultivation, even Zhang Fan himself felt there was a problem!! Especially yesterday, he had no impression of what Jiang Hu said.

"My soul really has a problem..."

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, picked up his phone, opened the address book, and dialed Zhang Lingzong's number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unreachable; if you need the other party to call back..."

"Unreachable?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows; not unanswered?

He hung up and dialed again, but it was still unreachable.

"What's the situation?"

Zhang Fan checked the time; at this time, Zhang Lingzong shouldn't have gone to the construction site yet.

"Dad's dad is a monster, Dad's mom is a monster..."

Just then, Zhang Fan's phone rang, and a pleasant, moving ringtone echoed in the room, covering the cicadas and birds outside the window.

"Called back..."

Zhang Fan was startled, picked up the phone to look, but it wasn't Zhang Lingzong's callback; the caller ID was...

"Li Yishan!"

Since returning from Mount Zhenwu, Zhang Fan had been busy with Night Without Light, and hadn't been in contact with Li Yishan for a while.

"Hey..." Zhang Fan answered the phone, and Li Yishan's voice came from the other end.

"Early in the morning, where did you go? Why is there no one at your house?"

"Are you at my door?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and checked the time again; it was only six o'clock.

"Nonsense, you're not at home?" Li Yishan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm at Purple Gold Mountain."

"What are you doing at Purple Gold Mountain?"

"Working, ah... why are you looking for me so early?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"To treat you to tofu pudding, ah."

"Are you sick? Looking for me to eat tofu pudding early in the morning?"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, showing a strange expression.

"The key isn't the tofu, ah... don't you scroll through Douyin? The Tofu Beauty in the east of the city, she's an internet celebrity now..." Li Yishan became a bit excited.

White Widow's Tofu Workshop was now very popular online; people went to eat her tofu every day in an endless stream, and just queuing up took more than an hour.

"I spent eight hundred yuan to buy a scalper ticket, originally wanting to find you to go see... and eat together," Li Yishan said regretfully.

"You really have nothing to do..." Zhang Fan curled his lips.

"Forget it, I'll go myself."

As he spoke, Li Yishan prepared to hang up the phone.

"Old Li..."

Just then, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke, calling him to stop.

"What?"

"Do you remember, when I transferred here at twelve, I told you... I could always see strange things..." "You mean... the invisible head teacher?" Li Yishan was silent for a moment.

When Zhang Fan was twelve, he had just transferred schools; he didn't like to talk at school and his personality was relatively withdrawn, and only Li Yishan could become his good friend.

But he was often alone, talking to the air, which made everyone think he had a problem.

Li Yishan once asked him, but Zhang Fan replied that the head teacher was looking for him to talk; the other party wore glasses, high heels, and lipstick, and looked very fierce; he didn't dare not listen.

At that time, Li Yishan felt strange because their head teacher at the time was a man.

"Remember... you also said that one night, your dad didn't come to pick you up, and that head teacher wanted to send you home, but halfway there, a little girl pulled you and left... short hair to the ears... saying that head teacher wasn't human..."

Li Yishan rambled on: "Later... you were found at the door of the school infirmary... passed out..."

"Didn't your dad take you to see a doctor? It was called traumatic fantasy disorder..."

At these words, Li Yishan paused slightly: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"I mean if... what I saw was real... if those weren't fantasies..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"Hey hey hey... Old Zhang, what's wrong with you? Time cannot be calculated, the past cannot be looked at... don't think wildly about things from before, don't have a mental breakdown," Li Yishan hurriedly called out twice, interrupting him.

"I know... it's nothing..." Zhang Fan dealt with it casually and hung up the phone.

Strange and chaotic things can only be seen by observing with the soul.

If at that time, what he saw was real, if those were not fantasies, then there was only one possibility...

"My soul... woke up once!?"

When this guess just arose in Zhang Fan's mind, he was startled himself, but thinking about it carefully, it seemed very likely.

Everything changed when he was twelve; assuming his soul really woke up once, from the age of twelve, his soul gradually returned to silence, so later he could no longer see those things.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan picked up his phone and dialed Zhang Lingzong's number again, but it was still unreachable.

He hung up the phone and opened the address book, finding Liu Fusheng.

After a few "beep" sounds, Liu Fusheng's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Little Fan, so early... what's the matter?"

"Liu Shu, my dad's phone has been unreachable; do you know where he went?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Unreachable? He should still be at the construction site..." Liu Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Is there an emergency?"

"No... just concerned," Zhang Fan said casually.

"You've really grown up, knowing how to care about your old man," Liu Fusheng laughed: "Don't worry, try calling again later."

"Hmm," Zhang Fan nodded.

"It's nothing, I'll hang up first."

"Liu Shu..."

Just then, Zhang Fan suddenly called him to stop.

"Anything else?"

"Liu Shu, do you remember my mom? I don't seem to have any impression of her," Zhang Fan asked.

His memory seemed to be divided by the age of twelve, forming a fault line.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Your mom was very gentle and kind to others... she loved you very much..."

Liu Fusheng was silent for a moment, his voice becoming a bit deep and lonely.

"She should be very good... very good..." Zhang Fan murmured softly; his impression of his mother was indeed very blurry.

"Yes... she was very good..." Liu Fusheng said in a deep voice.

"After all..."

"She was a human, ah..."

A faint sigh came from the other end of the phone; such a comment made Zhang Fan feel incomparably strange.

"A nice person..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 71 =====