After we talked about Chiyou and Taotie, Professor Maria and Dr. Zhu Tao led the foreign doctors to start doing a series of examinations for me. Of course, blood tests, blood tests, urine tests, hair tests, gene testing, X-rays, brain CT and magnetic resonance are indispensable. Some psychologists even talked with me alone for more than three hours. The examinations of all sizes lasted until after 8 o'clock in the evening. These foreign doctors seemed to be very tired.

When I came out of the test room, Faqiuqiu was sitting on the row of chairs, expressionless, and Feilong and Zhang Bailing didn't know where they were going.

I knew he was here to wait for me. When I walked up to him, he didn't even look at me, but just said coldly: "Follow me."

I suddenly felt a little confused and thought to myself that you are the boss of this territory after all, and you have to be as kind as the landlord, and you are kind to the landlord, as if I owe you eight million. I glared at him angrily and ignored him.

When I reached the elevator entrance, I thought he might have such a cold personality. If you don’t ask more questions, you may miss a lot of information, such as what he did to go to the Qinglong Ghost Palace to do, and how Duojin got out of the Dragon Burial Formation, and this time there were so many people from the Tomb Robbers Sect, what were you talking about?

I patted his shoulder, and he was shocked, as if he felt very uncomfortable. He glanced at me strangely and asked, "What? Is there anything wrong?" Then he turned his head and pressed the elevator. As soon as he was about to enter, I grabbed his shoulder again. To be honest, his shoulder was very hard, and it felt like he had pinched a stone. I hurriedly retracted my hand. I was afraid that he would be angry, so I started to speak quickly and said, "Fat Long! Where have you gone? What are you trying to take me? Where are you going? What are you going to do?"

In the end, I was a little incoherent. I only had a strange feeling when I stayed with him alone, that was the fear from the bottom of my heart. When I remembered his cruel and decisive look in the Qinglong Ghost Palace, my gums were getting cold.

He tsk and said without looking back: "He needs a rest, you need a rest now."

Then he walked into the elevator, looked at me lightly, and said, "Hurry up."

There is no way, I need to adapt to his personality. We went all the way to the ninth floor, which is also the highest floor of this villa. It seems that Feilong is right. This villa was indeed renovated based on Zhangjialou, otherwise who would have the nine-story villa.

When I walked into the corridor, I saw the snow mountain map hanging on the wall, and realized something. When I was in the Qinglong Ghost Palace, Faqiu told him that he had asked Duojin to go to the Daldan tribe to cultivate for a year. Since Faqiu said that he was the primitive tribe of the Zhang family in Kunlun Mountains and Duojin was also a Tibetan, why was Zhangjialou not in Kunlun Mountains, but in Yunnan?

With questions, I started to look at the snow mountain pictures on the wall as I walked. Each picture had its own differences. Some were just white snow mountain, and its shape could only be distinguished from shadows, curves, and folds; some were Kunlun Mountain under the moonlight, and you could see clusters of green eyes embedded in the snow mountain. When I looked closer, I couldn't help but be surprised. After a closer look, they were actually groups of white-haired wolf hairs. The snow-white wolf hairs had merged with the snow of Kunlun Mountain.

The other snow-capped pictures have no characteristics. Except for the shape of the mountain, it seems to be a painting, but I always feel that it is like a road map. Finally, we stopped in front of a room door, and the murals on the wall next to it are different from those before. The reason is that in the white snow-capped mountains, there are three more figures, one leading the way, and two following behind. The figure in front has a well-proportioned figure and a long thing hanging on its waist. I think it should be a knife. The two people behind are a fat man and a thin man. The fat man holds his hands towards the sky, as if making a remark, and the thin man should hold a map in his hand. The three of them slowly move forward in the face of the flying snow and the red clouds that are about to set the sunset.

There seemed to be a trace of electric current in my mind. I subconsciously grabbed his shoulder, pointed to the three people in the painting, and stuttered: "Hey! You... look, these three people look so much like the fat dragon and the three of us in terms of body shape and appearance."

He looked at the three people in the painting, then looked at me with a very indescribable look, and said, "You drew it yourself, ask me."

I said without thinking: "What? Did I draw this painting?"

"It was all drawn by you." Faqiujian said lightly.

After saying that, he opened the door and said, "You go in and rest." Today he was wearing a dark black suit, with his slightly longer hair tied a short ponytail behind his head. Looking at him who was harmless, he was actually so cold and thin.

I ignored him either. After I went in, he took a look at the painting just now and left.

After I came in, I found that the room was so big that it was at least 200 square meters, which was considered a super presidential suite, but it was not as commercial and simplicity as a hotel. Especially in a corner of the living room, there was a large wooden shelf with nylon ropes, needle shovels, Luoyang shovels, ground dragons, iron claw hooks, rebar pipes, and iron flashlights from decades ago, kerosene lamps with glass covers, etc. In addition, the wall next to it was stretched with several long lines, old newspapers were sandwiched on it, black and white photos, only a few were colorful, and there were hairs filled with plastic bags.

I approached those old photos, and faces that felt familiar and very unfamiliar, made my back feel numb. In the meantime, there was such an old black and white photo, with many wear and tear. A young and beautiful woman was holding my neck and pressing her head in my arms. Her long dark hair covered her other half of her face. Due to the obscure light, our faces seemed a little unreal. But I could feel that her beauty still came to my face unhindered, and I looked very happy.

I thought to myself, "Is this the me in the past? Then is this woman holding me my lover? Or is it my wife? Grandma?!"

Thinking of this, I was so scared that I quickly retreated and almost fell down. I lowered my body and held the coffee table in the living room. Suddenly, the phone rang. I was so scared that I sat on the blanket on the ground by the sudden sound.

I looked up at the old photo, the blurry woman's face, and touched the phone with my hand to my mouth, "Hey? Who?"
Chapter completed!