RNP Page 125
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Zhang Chulan is very annoyed lately.
Ever since he got entangled with Feng Baobao, he felt that his personal freedom had been completely wiped out.
During class, she would sit in the empty seat next to him, staring blankly at the blackboard for the entire period.
After class, she followed him closely, silent like a shadow.
Even when he went to the toilet, she would stand guard at the entrance of the men's room, giving a serious look to every boy who came in and out, making all the boys in the school think that he was the son of some underworld boss, and that he even brought bodyguards to the toilet.
His only solace was a girl named "Yan Yan" whom he had recently met online.
The girl was gentle, kind, and understanding; most importantly, she was beautiful.
After witnessing Feng Baobao's unconventional and "inhuman" behavior, Liu Yanyan's existence became the only light in his dark life.
The two chatted enthusiastically online and soon agreed to meet in person.
"I...I need to go out for a bit."
Zhang Chulan mustered his courage and spoke to Feng Baobao, who was solemnly using the Golden Light Mantra to trim her nails on the balcony.
Feng Baobao didn't even look up: "Where to?"
"To meet a friend."
"……Um."
Feng Baobao paused in her movements, raised her head, and stared at him silently with her empty eyes for a full half minute.
Just as Zhang Chulan felt his scalp tingle from her gaze and thought she was about to draw her sword, she simply said "Oh," lowered her head, and continued to trim her nails.
"come back earlier."
Zhang Chulan felt like he had been granted a pardon. He changed into his most handsome outfit and practically fled the dormitory.
The agreed-upon location was a somewhat secluded park under construction near the school.
When Zhang Chulan arrived, Liu Yanyan was already waiting there.
She wore a white dress, her long hair reaching her waist, swaying gently in the evening breeze, looking as beautiful as a painting.
"Chu Lan, you're here."
When she saw Zhang Chulan, a sweet smile appeared on her face as she came to greet him.
Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat, and he was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands.
The two chatted awkwardly for a few minutes, when Liu Yanyan suddenly pointed to a grove of trees deep in the park.
"Let's go for a walk over there, there are too many people here."
Zhang Chulan had no reason to refuse, so he nodded immediately like a chicken pecking at rice and followed behind her into the darker woods.
His heart was already filled with pink bubbles, and he even began to fantasize about some indescribable scenes.
However, just as she entered the depths of the woods, Liu Yanyan suddenly stopped.
She turned around, her smile somewhat apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Chu Lan."
"They...made me do it."
Zhang Chulan was stunned, not yet realizing the meaning behind her words.
Two figures, like ghosts, slowly emerged from the shadows behind him.
One was that alluring woman puffing away in the bar.
The other one was the bespectacled, seemingly refined young man.
Zhang Chulan's heart sank to the bottom at that moment.
"Little brother, don't be afraid."
Xia He walked up to him, extended her slender fingers, gently lifted his chin, and breathed softly:
"I just want to see what good things are hidden in your head."
Zhang Chulan felt dizzy and lightheaded from the strange fragrance emanating from her, and his body even felt weak and unresponsive.
He tried to run, but found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move an inch no matter what he did.
"Stop nagging, Xia He."
Lü Liang adjusted his glasses and stepped forward slowly. "Let's finish this quickly."
He stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and made a vague gesture towards Zhang Chulan's head.
An invisible, chilling spiritual force instantly enveloped Zhang Chulan.
Zhang Chulan felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if countless steel needles had pierced through it. The scene before his eyes began to distort and spin, and his consciousness fell into chaos.
Lu Liang closed his eyes, focused intently, and began rapidly flipping through Zhang Chulan's twenty years of life memories.
Sleeping in class, chatting during breaks, cheating on exams, peeking at the prettiest girl in the next class, having his pocket money stolen by thugs...
Scene after scene, incident after incident, all are ordinary, mundane daily lives of ordinary people.
Lü Liang's brows furrowed even more deeply.
Nothing at all.
Not to mention the cultivation method of "Qi Body Source Flow", even any memories related to the extraordinary person are as clean as a blank sheet of paper!
"what happened?"
Seeing that his expression was off, Xia He also dropped her seductive demeanor and frowned as she asked.
Lu Liang slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time, his usually calm and composed eyes revealed undisguised confusion and disbelief.
He looked at the young man in front of him who was so scared he was about to wet his pants, then looked at Xia He, and finally, through gritted teeth, squeezed out a sentence, word by word.
"His mind... is completely blank!"
Chapter 145 The Mystery of Memory
The night was as dark as ink, and the abandoned construction site, like a lurking beast, lay silent on the edge of the city.
The dilapidated cement pillars, scattered steel bars, and waist-high weeds form a forgotten corner, an ideal place for certain clandestine transactions or shady dealings.
Zhang Chulan's heart was pounding like a drum, his back pressed against a cold, rough, broken wall.
Before him, the boy named Lü Liang, his hands radiating an eerie, almost living, ghostly blue aura, pressed firmly against his temples.
A cold and powerful force entered his mind without warning, churning his memories and bringing waves of dizziness and nausea.
Lu Liang's face originally held a confident, playful expression, like a cat catching a mouse.
He believed that under the Lü family's unique skill, "Minghun Technique," the secrets about "Qi Body Origin Flow" in Zhang Chulan's mind would soon be revealed to him like an open book.
However, a few seconds later, the confidence on Lü Liang's face quickly faded, replaced by surprise and doubt, and then by unbelievable shock.
The Qi light in his hands flickered erratically, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
"Impossible! How could this be?!"
He suddenly cried out, the sound particularly jarring in the silent, abandoned construction site.
“Zhang Huaiyi…your grandfather…how could he have left you nothing?! Not even a single fragment of information about the ‘Qi Body Source Flow,’ not even a single image of its cultivation?! This doesn’t make sense!”
Zhang Chulan was suffering from a splitting headache and his thoughts were in disarray due to the power of the Bright Soul Technique, but Lu Liang's scream made him feel a strange sense of absurdity and anger.
He struggled, forcing out the words through clenched teeth:
"What the hell are you talking about? What 'Liu'? What 'Huaiyi'? My grandfather's name is Zhang Xilin!"
He's just an ordinary old man who farms! What can he leave me? A few acres of land?!
Xia He, who had been leaning lazily against a steel bar, now restrained her alluring charm, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She straightened up, her tone becoming serious: "Lü Liang, are you sure? Did you miss something crucial? Or... has his memory been encrypted and blocked by some special means?"
"It's impossible to miss one!"
Lu Liang almost roared in rebuttal, his tone resolute and filled with absolute confidence in his family's unique skills.
But beneath that confidence, a barely perceptible hint of panic was beginning to emerge:
“My Soul-Clearing Technique is never wrong! His memories… the part about his grandfather, especially his memories after he became a little older, are as clean as a piece of white paper that has been repeatedly wiped clean!”
There is absolutely no trace of the 'Qi Body Source Flow'! This is definitely not a matter of natural forgetting!
He abruptly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Zhang Chulan's face, contorted in pain. For the first time, his eyes flashed not with mockery, but with a deeper, almost horrifying suspicion:
"Could it be...could it be that his memory was...erased by some extremely sophisticated and thorough method?! Who did it?!"
Once this thought arose, it quickly coiled around Lü Liang's heart like a poisonous vine.
He himself is a master at manipulating memories and souls, and he knows all too well what terrifying methods and cultivation are required to achieve such a clean and traceless cleansing!
This is something no ordinary superhuman could do!
Extreme surprise and doubt instantly turned into fear.
He suddenly grabbed Zhang Chulan by the collar, almost bringing his face close to the other's, his voice trembling slightly with inexplicable fear:
"Zhang Chulan! Speak! Who else have you been in contact with?! Besides us, who else has contacted you?! Is it...is it someone from our Lü family?! Who exactly have you met?!"
His whole body was trembling slightly.
The Lü family… the family he fled from, those family members who regarded the Soul-Clearing Technique as an absolute taboo and were ruthless in exterminating traitors…
If they've also seen Zhang Chulan, it means they've been in the vicinity recently!
Once caught by the Lü family, Lü Liang's fate would be a thousand times worse than death! Overwhelming fear instantly overwhelmed his focus on the mission.
Just as Lü Liang completely lost control of his emotions, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he was about to recklessly activate the Soul Brightness Technique for a deeper, more violent search that could potentially destroy Zhang Chulan's mind—
A very faint, sharp sound, like tearing fabric, pierced the night sky!
A streak of cold light, moving so fast it almost exceeded the limits of visual perception, like a bolt of cold electricity bursting in the dark, shot out without warning from the shadows of a pile of discarded building materials on the side!
Its target was incredibly precise—it aimed directly at Lü Liang's wrist, which was radiating pink aura and pressing down on Zhang Chulan's head!
The attack came too suddenly and too swiftly, without any warning of killing intent. Only when it was right in front of him did the cold sharpness suddenly erupt!