The Road to Slaying God

The old man can only sneer at Zhang Yang's search for clues in some ancient books that have nothing to do with martial arts. Of course, he is too lazy to talk to this little guy. Ge basically has an understanding, this seemingly cowardly and wretched child sometimes has amazing stubbornness.

As the time approached, Zhang Yang began to feel anxious. Even when he went to the hospital to see Liu Biao, he saw less and became more silent. In the past few days, he had refused Xiao Yiran's math questions many times.

All his thoughts were focused on how to mobilize the martial arts clues in his head.

Zhang Yang can be sure that there is a very powerful thinking in his head, and there seems to be a kind of induction in the dark. One end of this thinking allows him to use it as he likes, and he opens a brand new door. At least, Zhang Yang has a feeling that his own Looking for clues to martial arts in ancient books is influenced by this thinking.

What makes Zhang Yang depressed is that he can use the knowledge in his head very quickly. Whether it is mathematics, Chinese, or physics, as long as he wants to know, he can use these thoughts with a little study. The only thing that prevents him from using it is martial arts.

This is the truth that Zhang Yang has never been able to understand. Since it is all memory and thinking, why can't the knowledge about martial arts be retrieved?

At first Zhang Yang thought that his body restrained the martial arts in his memory, but he immediately rejected it, because if it was really a physical restraint, then the thoughts in his memory would not dictate his frantic reading of ancient books, but should It is to let him exercise...

So far, Zhang Yang has not had the desire to exercise deliberately to make his body stronger!

The reason must be found, otherwise, not to mention only three days left, even if it is thirty days, there is no way for thirty years.

"Uncle Li, help me take a look. I'll go back to school and get some money by the way." Zhang Yang glanced at the white sun outside. It is now noon, and there are usually no people going in and out of the casino at this time.

"Well, go ahead, remember, many things cannot be forced, what is yours will always be yours..." The old man lying on the chair and touching the bullet in his chest sighed. In the eyes, however, there was nothing he could do.

"I understand." Zhang Yang nodded.

...

It is already late September, and the temperature in city C is very different from that along the coast. Although the sun is shining, it is not so hot anymore. There was an inexplicable depression.

How insignificant a person's ability is. Although Uncle Li is a third-rate killer, he should be very powerful in City C. He still can't stop the development of society. The same, but now there is no trace of the past.

If Uncle Li's wife was still alive, and if the land hadn't been developed, wouldn't the two of them have lived a happy life?

In the vicissitudes of life, the wheel of history naturally has its own law of development. There are not so many ifs. In this bustling city, no one will notice that the demolition of a building will create one tragedy after another.

Why……

Zhang Yang sighed and walked into a bank. He had already run out of ammunition and food after he invited Xiao Yiran to eat. If he hadn't followed the old man to eat, he would have starved to death. Although there was food, but It always feels bad to have no money on you.

"Trouble, take five hundred yuan." Finally, Zhang Yang waited for at least 20 minutes before it was his turn. The bank has a lot of windows, but there are always only a few who work.

Zhang Yang has a habit of resolutely not using a bank card when using a passbook to withdraw money, because, decades ago, a person used a bank card to withdraw money and went to jail. It is said that the teller machine suddenly and inexplicably can withdraw money without limit , As a result, the man couldn't resist the temptation to withdraw hundreds of thousands more, and was sentenced to life. Zhang Yang didn't think he had such a strong willpower to resist such a huge temptation, so Zhang Yang tried to avoid using the card to withdraw money.

Of course, there is another most important reason. He once took a counterfeit 100 yuan bill when withdrawing money from an ATM. Because he didn't find it at the time, he could only admit that he was unlucky. Therefore, he vowed to resolutely boycott the ATM , Resolutely line up with passbooks.

"Do you have a card?" The woman frowned and glanced at the long queue behind.

"have."

"There's an ATM outside, use your card to get it." The woman threw out the passbook.

"I like to use passbooks, what's wrong?" Zhang Yang was furious. After queuing for more than 20 minutes, he still ended up with the option of using an ATM. Of course, the most important thing was that the woman's attitude made Zhang Yang very unhappy.

The woman was stunned for a while, as if she was not in the mood to argue with Zhang Yang, and motioned for Zhang Yang to hand in the passbook.

The passbook was passed through the window. Perhaps this woman in her thirties had been dealing with customers at the grassroots level for a long time. Her face was like a zombie, and she began to operate in front of the computer.

Zhang Yang enters the password on the password input device...

Suddenly, the woman with a blank face raised her head abruptly and stood up, with a look of astonishment that looked like Zhang Yang, full of disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment." The woman was a little nervous, and glanced at Zhang Yang cautiously. After getting Zhang Yang's nod in agreement, she immediately picked up the phone beside her and dialed. Zhang Yang was a little confused and didn't understand what happened. Of course, Zhang Yang is not afraid. The so-called people are not afraid of crooked shadows. Besides, in his passbook is the one thousand yuan that his mother puts on the account every month. He has been buying books like crazy recently, and there is not much left.

After the woman made the phone call, she immediately called another woman to help him with the business, but she walked out of the window.

"Mr. Zhang, our president asks you to wait in the VIP room for a while, and he will arrive soon!"

"What's the matter? I'll wait here!" Zhang Yang was a little impatient. Does it take such trouble to find the president to withdraw five hundred yuan?

"Okay, then sit here first." The woman poured a glass of water for Zhang Yang with a look of hospitality.

Soon, a potbellied man in his fifties ran down the stairs next to him. His face was covered with sweat, he was very nervous, and his expression was very excited... [Sigh, the recommendation ticket has been unable to go up]