Quick Wear: Men Farming and Women Weaving

The young man rushed out like an arrow, so fast that people could hardly see his figure. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with his opponent, and without saying a word, he swung his fist and hit the opponent! This punch was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as if it could shatter all obstacles in front of it.

At the same time, the young man's slender and powerful legs swept out like a whirlwind, making a sound of breaking through the air, and went straight to the opponent's lower body. This series of actions, fast, accurate, and ruthless, demonstrated his unparalleled strength.

The man on the other side also reacted very quickly. Seeing the young man coming at him aggressively, he quickly dodged and crossed his arms to defend himself. He thought he could block the attack with his agility and solid defense, but the young man's attack was too powerful. Although he successfully blocked most of the force, he was still shocked by the huge impact and retreated five or six steps before he could stabilize his body.

When he landed, he also stabilized his body, but when he looked at the young man, he was full of vigilance and doubt. However, he was obviously unwilling to be at a disadvantage. His eyes were stern, and after a slight adjustment, he roared, and also swung a heavy punch, with full of anger, and blasted straight at the young man. In an instant, the fist wind whistled, and the momentum was like a rainbow. The power of this punch was not weaker than that of the young man.

The surrounding space seemed to be shaken by this powerful force, and the small stones on the ground jumped. The two of them fought back and forth, neither of them giving in. The young man was still agile, shuttling between the opponent's attacks, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Suddenly, the young man saw a flaw, stepped forward, kicked the opponent's wrist, and kicked the opponent's knee with his other foot. The opponent felt pain and his body tilted. The young man took advantage of the situation and hit the opponent's shoulder hard with an elbow. The opponent could no longer resist the young man's attack, and gradually lost his strength and was kicked to the ground.

"Why?" The man on the ground gasped, his face full of confusion, "I've already drugged you, but you still have the strength."

"Because I am Zhang Qiling." The young man said calmly. His voice was plain, but full of a convincing power.

He looked at the young man with drooped shoulders, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he shook his head in shock and disbelief: "You are not, I am the real Zhang Qiling."

After saying that, he immediately tore open the clothes on his chest, revealing a tattoo of a Qilin stepping on fire.

At this time, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, who had already caught up, also came close. When Wu Xie saw the tattoo, he blurted out: "Why is it exactly the same as Brother's tattoo?"

Fatty Wang also echoed: "Yes, I remember this tattoo clearly, it's exactly the same."

Wu Xie frowned and took a closer look, only to find that the eyes on the tattoo were wrong, but he was not sure, so he looked at Brother again.

The young man took a look and pulled off his hoodie, revealing six strong mermaid lines, fair skin, and a slender and upright figure. Only the tattoo on the young man's chest gradually appeared.

The eye in the middle of the Qilin Stepping on Fire pattern is golden, and the entire tattoo line looks alive as if there is electric current flowing through it.

"I am the real Zhang Qiling." The young man said firmly again.

"Impossible, he couldn't have lied to me, he couldn't have lied to me..." One could tell from the drooping shoulders that this was the real Qilin Stepping on Fire Picture. His voice began to tremble and he babbled incoherently as he was emotionally broken.

Wu Xie frowned and asked, "Who told you? Who gave you this tattoo?"

"It was Master Zhang who found me and said that I was a member of the Zhang family and had Zhang family blood." He glanced at Zhang Qiling over his shoulder, lowered his head and mentioned Master Zhang.

"More than 20 years ago, Zhang Dafoye organized a huge tomb-robbing operation, saying that I was Zhang Qiling, a member of the Zhang family. When they broke into the Zhang family's ancient building, my shoulders and face were splashed with strong alkali and I was seriously injured. Many parts of my body were ulcerated and I was in great pain."

Wu Xie was shocked. He didn't expect that Zhang Dafoye would be involved in the incident. Fatty also widened his eyes and cursed, "Good fellow, what the hell is Zhang Dafoye doing?" The little brother looked calm, as if he was not surprised by these past events.

The man with slumped shoulders continued, "I was later rescued and my wounds slowly healed. For all these years, I always believed it was real."

Wu Xie pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that in order to enter the Zhang Family Ancient Building, Zhang Dafo found a lot of people to pretend to be Zhang Qiling. Brother, what do you think about this?"

The young man spoke slowly: "Its power."

At this moment, the man with drooping shoulders suddenly raised his head with a hint of determination in his eyes: "Kill me!"

Wu Xie glanced at the little brother.

The young man put on his clothes and left.

"Hey! Brother, wait for us!" Wu Xie and Fatty Wang immediately chased after him.

"You don't care about me anymore?" He looked at Zhang Qiling and others who were walking away in a daze with hunched shoulders.

"We are not murderers." Wu Xie waved his hand behind him and followed the little brother.

When they finally returned to the hanging tower of the B&B, Fatty Wang's face was filled with an excited smile, and he ran briskly towards the direction of the clouds.

As he ran, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Cloud! We are back!" The voice was so loud that it seemed to penetrate the entire hanging building.

At this time, Yuncai, who was busy in the house, heard this familiar and urgent call. His originally dull and lifeless eyes suddenly flashed brightly like a lit lamp.

She quickly put down her work, walked out the door, and looked at Fatty Wang and the others approaching with joy. When she saw that the three of them had returned safely, Yuncai's heart finally settled down.

"You're all okay, that's great..." Yuncai murmured to herself, her tone full of relief and happiness as if she had survived a disaster. The strong sense of guilt she had felt before because she was worried that they would be in danger also disappeared at this moment.

"Yuncai, I know you have always been a kind-hearted girl." Wu Xie gently patted Yuncai's slightly thin shoulders, his eyes full of understanding and tolerance.

"In the evening I was in the kitchen and saw a bag of salt in the cupboard, so I took it and used it."

Yuncai's face turned pale instantly. She tried to stand firmly, but her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. She didn't dare to look Wu Xie in the eye, lowered her head, and said in a trembling voice: "Boss Wu, you know everything. I didn't mean it."

Yuncai's tears welled up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and finally told the truth: "It was Uncle Zhang who threatened my father and me and poisoned me. If I don't listen to him, my father will die."

When Fatty Wang heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The young man had noticed that something was wrong with Yuncai, so he followed her quietly and found her hiding behind the cupboard with a packet of powder in her hand. When Yuncai left, he opened it and smelled it, and found out what kind of poison it was, so he replaced the white flour.