Chapter 548

Crack.

While Zhang Chulan was struggling, the quick-handed Feng Baobao had already opened the villa's door.

"Cough, cough."

As soon as Zhang Chulan entered, he was choked by the pervasive dust and coughed incessantly.

As soon as he took a step, he left two footprints on the ground where even the patterns of the shoe soles were clearly visible.

"How long has this not been used?"

"Oh, the last time this place was activated for training was three years ago."

Feng Baobao replied without a hint of fluctuation in her expression.

Zhang Jie also felt a bit disgusted by such an environment; he waved his hand lightly, and a breeze appeared quietly,

brushing gently through every room, including the living room, bathroom, and study, rolling up all the dust,

and finally turning it into a gray ball the size of a soccer ball, which fell into the trash can.

"Brother Jie is mighty, Brother Jie is domineering!"

Zhang Chulan, who thought he was about to start a miserable life of deep cleaning, cheered.

After all, among the three people present, only his status and strength were the lowest,

so if the work of cleaning didn't fall on him, who else could it fall on?

"However, the environment here is surprisingly not bad."

Looking carefully at the environment that had been swept clean of dust, Zhang Chulan was somewhat surprised.

Compared to the Syrian war-damage style and haunted house aesthetic on the outside, the interior, although simply decorated,

had nothing except for necessary living facilities, but at least it was presentable.

The pure cement-coated floor and walls also became pleasing to the eye at this moment.

"Alright, Chulan, you can cultivate in seclusion here; I'm leaving first."

Zhang Jie walked around and was about to say goodbye and leave.

Zhang Chulan looked surprised: "Brother Jie, aren't you staying here?"

Zhang Jie glanced at Zhang Chulan: "It's you who needs to cultivate in seclusion for the Luo Tian Da Jiao;

I don't need to, so naturally I don't need to stay here for a long time."

"That's true."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Compared to him, a weakling who was hugging the Buddha's feet at the last minute, a great expert like Zhang Jie who was full of confidence naturally didn't need to cultivate bitterly.

"Sister Bao'er."

Zhang Chulan turned his head to look at Feng Baobao.

Zhang Jie was leaving, and Feng Baobao would probably leave too; he was afraid he would be the only one left here in a moment.

"Zhang Chulan, I will stay here and give you special training!"

Feng Baobao had no intention of leaving and said in a firm tone.

"Sister Bao'er..."

Zhang Chulan was moved.

Although Sister Bao'er had impersonated his half-sister to deceive him and had almost dug up his grandfather's grave,

he knew that Sister Bao'er was actually a warm-hearted person with a cold face...

"Sister Bao'er, you should train Zhang Chulan well."

Zhang Jie couldn't agree more.

Although Feng Baobao was simple-minded and ignorant of worldly affairs, she possessed a heart of innocence,

and after working as a temporary worker in the North China region for many years, her combat skills were quite considerable,

making her very suitable for teaching a rookie like Zhang Chulan who had little combat experience.

Moreover, if he didn't leave, how could Feng Baobao hand over the inheritance left by Zhang Chulan's grandfather to him?

Thinking this way, Zhang Jie got on his bike and rode away.

At night, Feng Baobao called Zhang Chulan over.

"Zhang Chulan, I have something to tell you."

"Sister Bao'er, go ahead."

Zhang Chulan sat obediently opposite Feng Baobao.

"I've said it, you must not get excited."

Feng Baobao gave him a preventive shot.

"Okay."

Zhang Chulan agreed readily.

Over the years, he had experienced enough stimulating things and had already developed a big heart.

"I killed your grandfather."

Feng Baobao stated a fact with a calm expression.

"That's nothing..."

Zhang Chulan habitually expressed calmness, but immediately realized that this matter could not be taken calmly:

"Wait, you said you killed my grandfather?!"

"Yes."

Feng Baobao nodded gently to confirm.

"You killed my grandfather?!!"

An indescribable, yet volcano-like erupting anger rose from his heart.

Zhang Chulan's eyes turned red instantly, and the veins on his forehead bulged like winding earthworms.

At this moment, every bit of his grandfather Zhang Xilin's gentle teachings and care for him surfaced in his mind.

He never expected that his grandfather had not died of old age,

but had been killed by someone, and the murderer who killed his grandfather was right in front of his eyes.

'Kill! Kill her to avenge Grandpa!'

A strong impulse urged him to kill the girl in front of him to avenge his grandfather.

Blood debts can only be repaid with blood!

"Wait, is there some hidden story in this?"

Zhang Chulan used great perseverance to suppress the rising anger a little, maintaining the last bit of clarity.

If there was no hidden story, Feng Baobao had no need to tell him this was a fact;

she could have kept him in the dark forever.

"That was many years ago..."

Feng Baobao turned a deaf ear to Zhang Chulan's palpable killing intent and anger,

hugging her knees with her eyes unfocused, falling into memories:

"At that time, the company's intelligence department discovered that extraordinary individuals from all over the country were abnormally gathering in the North China region.

At that time, Gouwazi, oh, that is, the father of Xu San and Xu Si,

the person in charge of the company's North China region, Xu Xiang, took me to check it out.

But even though we set off after receiving the news, we were still a step late.

Along the way, we only saw the corpses of extraordinary individuals; they had all been killed by someone."

Zhang Chulan felt his throat become abnormally dry and asked hoarsely:

"The one who killed those extraordinary individuals wouldn't be my grandfather, would it?"

"Yes."

Feng Baobao continued to look out the window unfocused: "Gouwazi and I tracked them all the way, and finally in a dense forest,

we found the person who killed the extraordinary individuals; it was your grandfather, Zhang Xilin."

"Your grandfather was very powerful; these extraordinary individuals were all veteran-level figures from famous sects,

but your grandfather killed them all by himself."

"What does this have to do with you killing my grandfather?"

Although Feng Baobao was praising his grandfather's strength, Zhang Chulan was extremely irritable and couldn't listen at all.

He just wanted to know why Feng Baobao killed his grandfather!

Facing Zhang Chulan's questioning, Feng Baobao was not angry, her tone as calm and flat as ever:

"Although your grandfather was powerful, the extraordinary individuals who came to hunt him down were no pushovers either.

Every one of them was a veteran-level expert from a famous sect; your grandfather killed them,

but he himself was also seriously injured by the desperate counterattacks of these experts."

"My grandfather wouldn't have begged you to give him a quick death, would he?"

A smile appeared on Zhang Chulan's face.

Although it was a smile, there was no hint of joy, filled with coldness like ancient ice.

Asking others to give oneself a final blow is a last choice made by many seriously wounded soldiers on the battlefield who have suffered irreparable injuries,

in order to avoid the torture of severe pain and give themselves a quick death.

But he didn't believe it; how resilient was his grandfather's spirit?

How could he beg someone, especially a stranger, to give him a quick death?