This is a scout's judgment.

Zhang Yuanqing fell into silence. Fu Qingyang took a puff of the cigar forcefully, passed through his lungs forcefully, and exhaled dense white smoke, saying:

"Excluding the staff and animals, and excluding the elder dog, it is actually obvious who is talking."

He looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and his tone was rarely low:

"The zoo is a regular prop, a prop with self-awareness."

It is impossible for Zhang Yuanqing not to understand this point.

Whispering in my ear is "Zoo" itself? It knows my dad?

My dad is a Spiritual Realm Walker? !

Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head to hide his slightly distorted expression.

This conclusion brought him a huge shock, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.

If my dad was a spirit walker, then he didn't die in a car accident that year. How could a spirit walker die so aggrieved? The zoo knew him. He had a relationship with the zoo before he was alive. Maybe he was the previous owner of this regular prop?

Then his level must be very high. The zoo whispered in my ear, obviously mistaking me for my father, did it recognize the wrong person? How does it judge that I am Zhang Zizhen?

appearance? breath? blood? Character card?

Looks are ruled out first. My father and I cannot look exactly the same. The character card belongs to the devil. The devil and my father are not from the same period. Are they blood?

The zoo is a prop for the wood demon profession. The wood demon palms reproduction and life-related abilities. It is reasonable to kill people with blood

Zhang Yuanqing's thinking became more and more clear. At the same time, he thought of the headache that he could not find the disease. After seeing Mr. Bill, he realized that the cause was trauma to the soul.

But the problem is, he is an ordinary person, his world and the world of the spiritual practitioner are two parallel lines that do not intersect. How can He De be hurt like this?

Now he understands.

Although the cause of the injury is still unknown, it at least shows that he has nothing to do with the world of spirits. There is a spirit walker in his family background.

What about my mother, she is also a spiritual practitioner?

Zhang Yuanqing recalled how anxious and helpless his mother was when he suddenly had a strange illness. If she was a spiritual practitioner, she would not be so anxious and flustered.

But she quickly found a pill for me to heal the trauma of my soul, which showed that she had a way. Therefore, although she was not a spiritual practitioner, she knew about the existence of spiritual practitioners and even made some contacts.

Zhang Yuanqing pieced together the context of the matter bit by bit by connecting the details.

In addition, he suddenly thought, as the current owner of the zoo, would Elder Dog have anything to do with his father?

"Centurion!" Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his thoughts, "How did Elder Dog get this rule item? Is the rule item one piece per person?"

Fu Qingyang flicked the ashes of the cigar, and always answered the questions of his confidants:

"I can't check the elder's information. As for one such thing per capita"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him.

Zhang Yuanqing found the answer from the centurion's flat but not mediocre contempt of the king.

The luxury car continued to drive, halfway, Zhang Yuanqing sent a message to Little Green Tea, asking to meet the Palace Master Zhisha at the old place. JrNovels.com