There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 587 - 215: Two Years Pass Swiftly (3)

It resembles the unknown creature we discovered in the Underworld; neither has any spiritual Qi residue.

So the conventional method of seeking spirits won’t have any effect on him."

"What now?" the boss asked, looking like he was ready to follow orders.

Because Zhang Feng gave him a talisman, after just over twenty minutes, he felt full of energy, and the long-held mental pressure also eased considerably.

He was certainly determined to repay the benefits from the talisman.

After all, Zhang Feng’s strength spoke for itself here.

He dared not refuse to repay.

"Help me rent a room in this neighborhood."

Seeing his inquiry, Zhang Feng immediately instructed, "The person can’t be found anymore, but this array and the room’s setup have been cultivated for so long, he probably won’t abandon them easily.

Just like cultivators nurture magic artifacts, the more they’re nurtured, the more useful they become.

This array has also been cultivated for a long time.

Judging by the spiritual Qi, it should be around seventeen years."

’He can calculate even this?’ He listened with a heart full of fear, feeling that Zhang Daochang seemed more formidable than before.

Previously, Zhang Daochang couldn’t stand in one place and analyze information from tens of meters away.

"I’ll go prepare the house..." The boss began arranging people to handle the matters that Zhang Daochang had planned.

But in his heart, he felt a sense of mourning for that tomb raider.

’With Zhang Daochang, who seems unlike a human, waiting, if I were him, knowing all these things, I’d probably run as far away as possible...’

The boss felt that as soon as he came back, it would all be over.

However, this waiting lasted half a year.

Zhang Feng was both waiting and practicing in the meantime.

This waiting wasn’t futile either.

The boss, He, and others continuously searched outside.

Despite being busy, the agency did not summon the boss back because the secrets of the Celestial Palace were very important.

Instead, half a year ago, they provided more financial and personnel support.

But as they continued waiting.

Another year passed.

Zhang Feng had already thoroughly grasped the tomb raider’s feng shui formation, yet the person hadn’t shown up.

By now, it had been almost two years since he arrived in this world.

There had been no other news.

Zhang Feng even thought about becoming more powerful, if necessary, just to go the official route and forcefully search.

Yet in this urgency.

Initially, Zhang Feng couldn’t sit still, but as time passed, he got used to it and remained calm.

His Nascent Soul progress increased by another 2%.

More significantly, many impurities within his spiritual thought were eliminated.

This act of swallowing and slowly digesting pressure served as preparation for future Divinity Transformation.

Especially this anxiety and pressure, which wasn’t like real debt-induced stress in the material world.

That pressure seems significant, but it’s actually not that great.

If everything collapses, it’s not a big deal—it wouldn’t be the first time.

But failing to find this person really means missing an opportunity.

Unless the story’s main timeline arrives and he doesn’t leave, continuing the search.

Yet, real-time needs replenishment.

In reality, he’s about to achieve Nascent Soul, possessing an extremely high global foundational computational power.

If it really comes to a showdown, Zhang Feng doesn’t want to occupy real-time.

...

Until another month later.

Zhang Feng’s constitution was [397], with his spiritual sense covering three miles.

One morning.

Living upstairs, Zhang Feng was preparing to absorb the surrounding purple mist as usual.

Along with the sound of a rustling car.

A rundown van stopped inside the neighborhood.

In these times, such vehicles aren’t uncommon, nothing peculiar about them.

Simultaneously, a middle-aged man with a somewhat sinister appearance got out of the car.

He was the only person in the car.

At a glance, Zhang Feng confirmed he was the tomb raider he was looking for.

Although he had never had a photo of him, his aura matched the items’ aura within the house.

’It’s been a long time since he returned.’

The tomb raider, unaware of being observed, casually walked into the entrance.

’Interacting with Boss Yin, these past few years have been really stressful.

Now, finally freed from him.

Moreover, I managed to steal some Celestial Palace information from him, my years of following him were worth it.’

These years, the tomb raider followed a big boss.

Or rather, he was one of Boss Yin’s subordinates.

This subordinate hired him.

Over the years, more than thirty of them, led by a peculiar talisman stone, explored Celestial Palace information.

They even obtained a map showing the location of Celestial Palace.

Unfortunately, as soon as they got it, Boss Yin turned on them.

Among the thirty-plus people, there were three hidden masters who ambushed and killed the others.

He escaped by jumping into the sea, gaining parts of Celestial Palace information.

It was quite a gain for him, since he had known about Celestial Palace legends for a long time.

Following Boss Yin’s subordinate was also for these matters.

Everyone had their own needs.

’Even if they didn’t make a move, I’d find a way to keep the "treasure map" to myself.

Now I need to think about how to kill that Yin guy.’

He thought as he was about to open the door.

Yet, he heard footsteps echoing from upstairs.

Zhang Feng emerged from the corner, smiling at the tomb raider standing by the door with halted unlocking actions,

"If I were you, I would stand still and honestly answer the questions."

Zhang Feng had waited for him for so long, and he did have a bit of a temper.

Zhang Feng did not deny this.

"You?" The tomb raider looked at Zhang Feng, who appeared relaxed without a shred of strength, finding Zhang Feng’s words amusing,

"Do you know who I am..."

He seemed ’to see through’ Zhang Feng, yet was actually acting nonchalant while reaching a hand into his pocket.

He suspected Zhang Feng might be one of Boss Yin’s men, coming to prevent his escape from the sea.

Clack—

But then, a crisp sound rang out.

The tomb raider’s action to pull a gun paused, the sound seemingly emanating from his own body.

Even his arm felt lighter and soon a sensation of numbness overwhelmed him.

Instinctively, he looked down, noticed his arm had snapped in half, yet his skin was unharmed.

"I don’t want to negotiate any terms with you." Zhang Feng slowly descended the stairs, "If you want to keep your other arm, you need to answer my questions now."