Liu Changan opened the door with a punch. It was a typical old-fashioned residential building with two bedrooms, a living room, a small balcony, and a toilet. The living room was also used as a dining room. There were only two beds in the house and a thick CRT color TV. This thing was considered an antique. Fortunately, it was not a black-and-white TV.
The young man who was monitoring him could stand the loneliness. The bed in his room was next to the window. Opening the window a little, he could monitor Liu Changan with binoculars. There were some remnants of domestic garbage in the room.
For criminal investigators, these domestic garbage were important items that could be used to find clues, but Liu Changan did not care. He took a casual look and left.
After wandering around the residential area, he did not find anything else. It seemed that even if there were multiple surveillance points, they had been evacuated with the young man's exposure. They could not be sure if Liu Changan had found more surveillance points.
Liu Changan thought about it and decided to reason with the person first. After all, he was a reasonable person. So, he went home to get some ink and a pen. He wrote the words "Death's Place of Seclusion" on the electric pole at the entrance of the residential area.
He had already given a warning. If others could not see this line of words, or did not understand the meaning of these words, and barged in to play, Liu Changan could not care less about what would happen to them.
Only those who lived long could kill more people. Only immortals who reaped lives were qualified to be called Death. Otherwise, they were just executioners.
Liu Changan was very satisfied that he had improved his realm and style. In fact, he often thought about whether he belonged to the category of "immortals." However, considering that he could neither fly nor summon the wind and rain, it was too boring to be aloof from the mortal world. In the end, he decided that he was a human.
However, it was also a very interesting thing to accidentally call himself "Death." He did not care if he was qualified to be "Death." Anyway, no one was qualified to say that he was not qualified.
Liu Changan raised his head and glanced at the center of Baolong, which was like a stairway to heaven. He knew that he was still far from the legendary "God," but it was still possible to improve his strength. He had jumped down from the center of Baolong, which was 452 meters high. The next time, the effect would not be as good. His goal should be to upgrade to a building that was more than 600 meters high.
There were only a handful of buildings of this height in the world, let alone in China. In fact, it was not necessary to build a tall building. Many cliffs and mountain peaks in dangerous places were higher than this height. He would not really focus on jumping off a building to raise his level. The reason why he chose Baolong Center last time was mainly because it was close and convenient.
In fact, he could choose to crash the high-speed rail, but it was too dangerous for others. It was no different from a terrorist act. In this relatively peaceful era, Liu Changan was not willing to do such a thing.
The strange thing was, since his genes could already be inherited by the undying, why could he still evolve and improve his body's functions?
According to the concept of science, when the genes obtained the inheritance of the undying, it would make the inheritor lose the ability to reproduce because this ability was no longer necessary. Logically speaking, his own evolution should also stop. Why could he still improve?
This was a contradiction, and it was also a mystery that Professor Liu had studied before, but he could not find anything.
Liu Changan looked at the words he had written and was lost in thought for a while. Only then did he go back to put away the ink and brush.
Just as he was about to go play cards, Zhu Juntang sent a message, asking Liu Changan to read a book.
Generally speaking, when others sent a message asking Liu Changan to meet them, or like the third wife, asking for a time to meet, Liu Changan would ignore them. However, Zhu Juntang was obviously more experienced. Asking Liu Changan to read a book would not give Liu Changan the cold feeling of "if you want to see me, just come by yourself." He would happily go.
Liu Changan went happily.
The person who received Liu Changan downstairs was Zhongqing, which surprised Liu Changan, so he asked, "Recently, I've seen Zhu Juntang many times, but you haven't accompanied Zhu Juntang. Don't you need to accompany the third wife today?"
Zhongqing could not help but look at Liu Changan. He found that he did not seem to have any hidden meaning, and his expression was normal. Only then did he feel relieved and said, "The third wife is not in a good mood today. She wants to be alone for a while."
"Does the third wife usually live with Zhu Juntang?" Liu Changan asked casually.
"Of course not. This place is too small. We can't live here. "Zhongqing shook her head.
Liu Changan did not ask again. He went to Zhu Juntang's library, but Zhu Juntang was not there. Zhongqing said, "There are a few strands of moonlight tonight, and the night is still good. The Third Young Miss is upstairs preparing a book and will meet with you."
Since the third wife had mentioned the marriage, Zhongqing's attitude had changed. Usually, she would have some thoughts and suggestions about the ambiguous environment of a man and a woman meeting alone. Naturally, she would not do that now.
Liu Changan did not bite off more than he could chew. Only a monkey would go into a cornfield and pluck the corn. Liu Changan saw a few interesting books at the entrance of the library, but he did not look for more interesting books. He took these books and went upstairs to find Zhu Juntang.
He knew very well that Zhu Juntang was not interested in reading books. She was just looking for a reason that he would not object to meet her.
She could go to find him. Presumably, she would not feel that descending to the mortal world would lower her status. Naturally, it was a girl's habit to find a place where there was a story to talk about.
For example, some girls would find a familiar place to confess their love to give them more security and courage. Some boys would find the place where they confessed to each other for the first time to remind them of how touched they were at the beginning.
In fact, these were all useless thoughts. Whether they succeeded or not, it had nothing to do with these things.
Of course, Zhu Juntang did not come to confess to Liu Changan. Her expression was even a little angry.
It was like the expression on the faces of the great aunts when they were told that the great aunts had no power after losing their chastity.
"I come from the mortal world. I do not envy the immortals. If you have something to say, say it." Liu Changan sat cross-legged. No matter how angry Zhu Juntang was, her book gathering was still prepared. There were fruit plates, desserts, tea tables, drinks, poems, scrolls, movies, music, and essays. Probably after giving the order, someone had already prepared the scene for the little gathering of the noble ladies.
"Liu Changan, Qin Yanan said that you were lying to me! You said that you knew Emperor Qin. That was a joke about text message fraud! "Zhu Juntang went straight to the point.
"Isn't that a joke invented by you Taiwanese? We call you the Island of Deception because of that." Liu Changan said calmly.
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