Chapter 552: Xu Xiang

"Jie-ge, it's not that I don't believe you, but all of this is too hard to believe."

Zhang Chulan held his head with both hands, expressing his disbelief.

"Hmm."

Zhang Jie gave an understanding "hmm."

If he were not a transmigrator with great power, if someone suddenly appeared in front of him,

saying that immortality and gods were real, he would also subconsciously doubt it.

"Then what do you need to believe?"

Feng Baobao was a bit anxious.

She had said everything she knew, but Zhang Chulan just wouldn't believe it.

"Unless you can produce absolute evidence."

Zhang Chulan gathered his courage and looked at Feng Baobao, not taking a step back.

"I can't produce evidence at the moment..."

Feng Baobao said, feeling very discouraged.

Regarding the matter of immortality, she herself was completely confused,

not knowing how she obtained it, so how could she produce evidence?

"Bao'er-jie, we can't produce evidence, but we have a witness."

Zhang Jie reminded her.

Feng Baobao's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "You mean, Gouwazi?"

"Indeed."

Zhang Jie nodded.

If one were to ask who is the most powerful witness to Feng Baobao's immortality,

then it is undoubtedly Xu Xiang, who has known her since he was young.

"I'll go call Gouwazi right now!"

Feng Baobao was about to go make a call in a rush.

"Jie-ge, who is Gouwazi?"

Zhang Chulan asked with some confusion.

Zhang Jie glanced at Zhang Chulan: "Gouwazi is a nickname; his real name is Xu Xiang."

"Xu, Xu Xiang?"

Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded, his voice stuttering.

The name Xu Xiang might be unremarkable elsewhere,

but among the employees of the North China region of the company, no one does not know it,

even if some people have not met him, they must know his name,

because the head and person in charge of the North China region is named Xu Xiang!

"This Xu Xiang, could it be Xu Zong?"

Zhang Chulan asked further.

"It is Xu Zong."

Zhang Jie gave a definitive answer.

The general person in charge of the company is President Zhao Fangxu; below him,

the persons in charge of various divisions can naturally also be called President; Xu Xiang is called Xu Zong.

Click.

Zhang Chulan felt he was a bit dead.

After all, what kind of major event could involve a big shot at the level of Xu Zong?

Step, step.

Feng Baobao walked in from another room.

"Done, Gouwazi told us to go find him."

Feng Baobao made an OK gesture.

"Then let's gather at the location."

Zhang Jie nodded, and the little golden person turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the night sky.

"Jie-ge..."

Zhang Chulan looked in the direction where Zhang Jie disappeared, his hand reaching out weakly and then dropping.

The Qi that formed Zhang Jie's little golden person was provided by him, which means he is now incomparably empty.

And Feng Baobao is the "murderer" who killed his grandfather; although from Zhang Jie's attitude and the situation currently understood,

Feng Baobao did not do it on purpose, but having no power to rely on still made him feel very insecure.

What if Feng Baobao suddenly had the intention to kill and planned to kill him to silence him?

Wouldn't he become a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others?

"Still not following!"

Feng Baobao, who was already at the gate, turned her head and glared at the dragging Zhang Chulan.

"Oh."

Zhang Chulan, who had to bow his head under the eaves, quickly followed.

"Jie-ge!"

Thanks to convenient transportation, even though it was night, Zhang Jie and the others gathered together very quickly.

And seeing Zhang Jie, who was wearing casual clothes and standing at the intersection with his hands in his pockets,

Zhang Chulan, who was originally behind Feng Baobao, with his head down like a quail, instantly felt like he had found a savior,

and hid beside Zhang Jie in two or three steps.

This scene almost made Zhang Jie laugh:

"Bao'er-jie is not a flood or a beast; could she eat you?"

"That's not necessarily true."

Zhang Chulan muttered in a low voice.

Feng Baobao's brain circuit is different from ordinary people; he dare not tie his own safety to such a person.

"Let's go."

Zhang Jie shook his head and took the lead in taking Zhang Chulan and the others to the destination.

Finally, he stopped in front of a building that was dozens of stories high.

"Hospital?

Jie-ge, aren't we going to see Xu Zong? Why come to the hospital?"

Looking up at the big red cross above the gate,

Zhang Chulan was confused for a moment.

"Xu Zong is recuperating inside."

Zhang Jie replied casually, then walked into the hospital.

"No wonder I didn't see Xu Zong; so that's it."

Zhang Chulan suddenly realized.

He originally thought it was because his level was too low to get an audience with Xu Zong.

Now it seems that this Xu Zong is probably in poor health and has been recuperating in the hospital.

Ding.

Through the elevator, the three of Zhang Jie arrived at a floor with white walls,

filled with the smell of disinfectant in the air, and full of hospital characteristics.

"Ah Jie, Chulan, Baobao, you're here."

Xu San, who had already arrived, had been waiting for a long time in the corridor.

"San-ge."

Zhang Jie nodded slightly to show his response.

"Jie-ge."

Zhang Chulan's greeting was much more formal.

As for Bao'er-jie, she had already returned to her previous "three-nothing" appearance.

And Xu San was obviously used to Feng Baobao in this appearance; he nodded slightly and turned to walk inside:

"Father is waiting for you inside."

Creak.

In front of a ward, Xu San pushed open the door.

Zhang Jie and the others entered one by one.

Beep, beep.

The lights of various medical equipment in the room were flickering; an old man, skin and bones,

surrounded by all kinds of instruments, was lying quietly on the hospital bed.

It was not until Zhang Jie and the others entered that he slowly opened his pair of gray-black eyes that were already showing signs of being lifeless.

He was about to die.

This was the conclusion that anyone would reach when seeing this old man who was nearing the end of his life.

Standing by the hospital bed was also a man exuding a reckless temperament; it was Xu Si.

As an old smoker, he still had a cigarette in his mouth, but it was not lit.

"Xu-shu."

Zhang Jie bowed his head slightly to greet him.

"Xu Zong."

Zhang Chulan also quickly greeted him.

"Ah Jie, sorry to trouble you to come see this old man."

Xu Xiang's lifeless eyes lingered on Zhang Jie for a moment,

then turned to Zhang Chulan: "You must be Chulan? Truly a talent."

"Xu Zong, you flatter me."

Zhang Chulan, who was praised, smiled embarrassedly.

"Cough, cough..."

Just after a few pleasantries, it seemed to have exhausted all of Xu Xiang's strength, and he began to cough violently.

"Old man!"

Xu San and Xu Si took a step to Xu Xiang's side, took his hand, and slowly transmitted internal Qi through the Laogong acupoint.

"Cough, cough..."

With the nourishment of Xu San and Xu Si's internal Qi, Xu Xiang stopped coughing violently, and his face had a trace of blood color.

"San'er and Si'er have already told me about your arrival."

Xu Xiang, who had recovered some strength, stared directly at Zhang Chulan:

"Bao'er is indeed an immortal who has achieved immortality."

Saying this, he also shifted part of his gaze to Zhang Jie, sighing:

"I didn't expect that you could analyze the truth of her immortality

just from Bao'er's Qi; truly, the younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared!" ===== CHAPTER 553 =====