"The action is wrong." Zhang Rongfang suddenly struck out with a palm and knocked him back.

"You were obviously very strong before you struck, so why did it weaken you so much when you got close to me?" He frowned and asked in confusion.

"I don't know. It's strange. When I'm about to hit you, I always naturally lower my strength." Ding Yu also felt strange.

Hearing this, Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but flash the image of the Blood God in his heart.

If this is really the way to develop descendants, then Ding Yu's inability to take action against him should be a natural instinct.

"Forget it, that's it for today. After you go back, practice what I told you before several dozen times. As for your physical problem, don't worry, it's fine." He comforted.

Although he is just a foreign medicine practitioner, he has a high vision. Giving advice to Ding Yu is a piece of cake.

At this time, Ding Yu had already discovered the abnormality in his body.

His super speed, strength, and increased resilience make him obviously different from ordinary people.

There is also a certain thirst for blood.

Yes, he now has to eat pig blood twice a day, otherwise he will not be able to calm down.

"Understood. Thank you, sir." Ding Yu didn't dare to say anything, clasped his fists and left.

Zhang Rongfang also picked up the towel from the attendant, wiped his sweat, changed clothes and returned to the front hall.

Wearing a Taoist robe, he sat down and stuffed a handful of Bigu Pills into his mouth.

Since stepping into the swallowing sky yesterday, he now has to eat Bigu Pill every hour, otherwise he will feel very hungry.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, and only by eating three times the amount of food in one go could he temporarily curb this hunger.

Just as he was thinking about how to solve this problem.

"Master, there is someone looking for you outside." Someone from the mansion came in and reported in a low voice.

"who?"

"Youngster, I don't know either. It's just that he wears Taoist robes, always has a smile on his face, and has a good temperament. He shouldn't be an ordinary person." The servant replied.

Taoist robe, smiling? Good temperament?

With these three elements in one set, Zhang Rongfang's heart trembled. It couldn't be Lao Yue, could it?

His literary skills have now reached the level of perfecting the gods. If he is discovered... he will definitely be dragged to worship the gods!

'Toad Seal Technique! If it is really Lao Yue... maybe we can only rely on Toad Seal Technique...'

Zhang Rongfang thought and stood up.

"Let's go."

He whispered, "Yes."

The servant led the way, and the two of them walked out of the front hall and came to the reception room on the right.

This is the place dedicated to welcoming guests.

Before entering, Zhang Rongfang kept rehearsing various situations in his mind. Before, he had thought about what would happen when he saw Master Yue again.

But when he got to the top, he realized that he would still be nervous.

Not just because I don’t want to worship God, but also because I’m... afraid.

I'm afraid that the current Master Yue's kindness to him is like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water...it's just false.

Squeak.

The wooden door was gently pushed open.

Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath and looked up into the living room.

"Wu Daorong, I have met fellow Taoist Qiankun."

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a fat figure, a smile on his face, and fair skin stood up and bowed respectfully towards him.

"Wu Daorong? Who are you!?" Zhang Rongfang looked stunned.

He didn't recognize the other party. He thought it was Master Yue who had arrived, but unexpectedly... it turned out not to be the case.

"That's right." The man clasped his fists in a friendly manner, "Some of our seniors should have had contact with you before. This time, we are here to express our sincere apology to you. Furthermore, here is a letter from an old friend.

It’s for you.”

He took out a piece of wax-sealed letter paper from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Rongfang.

"Letter?" Zhang Rongfang took it, gently tore it open, and opened the letter paper.

There was a line of familiar handwriting written on the paper.

'Ten o'clock at night, third floor of Qixing Building.'

"This is...!?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly shocked.

This handwriting...
Chapter completed!