Pang Bo didn't leave Earth!
When he heard this news, Ye Fan was as still as a statue. He was completely petrified and looked at the sky in a daze.
Who had gone through thick and thin with him all these years? Who had fought alongside him? Who had swept across the world with him? Who had gone through thick and thin with him?
Ye Fan's body turned cold. How could such a loyal friend be fake? If that was the case, who else could he trust in this world?
His heart felt empty. If Pang Bo hadn't left Earth and crossed the starry sky with him, how terrifying and shocking would this be!
If this was really the case, then who was the person who rode the coffin with him? Had they been there since Mount Tai? Did they set off together from this world?
"There's one more person …" Ye Fan muttered to himself.
He still remembered that scene clearly. During the headcount, there was one more person in the bronze coffin. At that time, everyone was shocked, but he was the first to recognize Pang Bo.
There was no other reason. He believed in Pang Bo. He believed in the feeling at that time and didn't feel that it was fake.
"All these years … Who is he? What's the benefit of continuing to act?"
Ye Fan felt a chill in his bones. All of this was difficult for him to accept. How could a good brother who had gone through thick and thin with him be fake? There was a problem.
"I don't believe it. He has no ill intentions towards me and knows everything about me. How can he know so much about me if it's not my real body?"
Ye Fan got rid of his sadness. His whole body tensed up and he clenched his fists. Although he had returned to Earth, he couldn't relax. He had to break through this fog.
He broke free from the shadow of his parents' death and looked into the distance. It was as if he was in the Big Dipper. His heart had advanced to the realm of battle!
Ye Fan went south to uncover the truth and see which was real. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to believe that there was still a Pang Bo on Earth. Otherwise, there would be no one in this world he could trust.
The address of Pang Bo's home had long changed. Otherwise, he wouldn't need Xu Qiong's help to find it. He would have gone there himself. Many things had changed in the past 20 years. They had moved away from their original city.
Ye Fan arrived at N City and found his destination according to the information he had obtained not long ago. He stood on the rooftop of a building and silently sensed. Sending his powerful Spiritual Sense into the building, he was shocked to see Pang Bo's parents.
His father was tall and sturdy. Although he was almost eighty years old and looked old, one could see how powerful he had been when he was young. Pang Bo had inherited his father's physique, which was two heads taller than ordinary people.
His mother's hair was white, and her body was not very good. She seemed to be lacking in blood energy, and there was a gloomy expression on her face.
However, Pang Bo was nowhere to be seen. There were only two old people in the not-so-small room. However, it was obvious that there was a couple living there, as well as a young man.
"That's Pang Bo's elder brother and sister-in-law. They're two or three years older than him. The other one should be his nephew. They're not at home right now. Why doesn't he have his own room?" Ye Fan looked puzzled.
He inwardly apologized and then turned into a beam of light and entered the living room. He concealed his figure and searched carefully, but he couldn't find any traces of Pang Bo's life.
Suddenly, his expression shook as he saw a photo frame. It was a black and white photo of Pang Bo that was specially used for the dead!
Ye Fan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. How was this possible?! Pang Bo hadn't left earth, but he was already dead. This was his best friend. No matter where he was, he didn't want anything to happen to him.
All of a sudden, he was stunned on the spot and couldn't accept this fact. His body was trembling. His parents had passed away, and even his best friend had passed away?
"Little Bo's death anniversary is coming soon. How fast! Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye." Pang Bo's father sighed.
Ye Fan was dumbfounded. Pang Bo had been dead for ten years. How did he die? He couldn't believe it. One had to know that the two of them had the best physiques when they were in school. How could they die so young?
"Twenty years ago, Little Bo didn't go to Mount Cheng and escaped this calamity. But who would have thought that the heavens had made up their minds and couldn't avoid it? Sigh!" His mother wiped away her tears and walked over to wipe the frame of her glasses. The ten years of death anniversary was coming soon.
"This brat …" Pang Bo's father said softly. Then, he didn't say anything else and sat there smoking in silence.
"Sorry for the offense," Ye Fan said softly. He extended his divine sense into the two old men's sea of consciousness to investigate everything.
After a quarter of an hour, he left and stood on the rooftop of the building absent-mindedly. He couldn't believe everything.
Pang Bo's death was very strange. He was actually killed by lightning in the wilderness. No wonder his mother was lamenting. Even if he had escaped the calamity of Mount Cheng, the heavens wouldn't let him go.
Ye Fan was completely dumbfounded. Everything had exceeded his expectations. He muttered to himself, "Heavens, what's wrong with you? Even if Pang Bo's real body is on earth and he didn't ride the coffin, you can't be so cruel."
He didn't know how he left this place. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the cemetery area of N City. Looking at the rows of tombstones, he felt that his feet were very heavy.
Now, he was really afraid to enter such a place. The most painful thing in this world was to be separated by life and death. It had only been a few days, and he had encountered it again.
In a place with verdant pines and cypresses, Ye Fan found Pang Bo's tombstone. He stood there silently for a long time before putting down the large bouquet of white flowers in his hand.
"I really can't believe you left …"
Ye Fan sat on the ground, took out a bottle of wine, and poured it all on the ground. Then, he lit a few cigarettes and took a puff before putting them in front of the tombstone.
"How could this be? Everything is like a dream. I often wonder if everything in the Big Dipper Star Region is real. Now that I've woken up, it's so cruel."
Ye Fan sat in front of the tombstone and lit a cigarette for himself. After leaving earth for so long, after more than 20 years, he once again experienced the emptiness that lingered in the smoke.
He was very silent and sat there for a long time. After smoking an entire pack of cigarettes, he said to himself, "To be honest, I can't believe you're dead."
Then, there was another period of silence. He was thinking very seriously. As if he had suddenly thought it through, he suddenly stood up and threw a cigarette butt on the ground.
"To be exact, I don't believe that you're the real Pang Bo. My friend is still alive and hasn't returned!"
Ye Fan's eyes were sharp, and his spirit, qi, and spirit were boiling. It was as if he was preparing for a big battle. He was showing off his abilities, which was a world of difference from his decadent self these days.
"This is a battle, and I'll drag you out!"
Putting aside the true nature of that Pang Bo from the Big Dipper Star Region and how they treated each other with sincerity, Chu Feng could see a few suspicious points from what he had seen in his parents' minds.
First, his death was too strange. How could he have been struck by lightning? Moreover, his face was ferocious when he died, and he was completely out of shape. Ten years ago, it scared many people.
Second, his temperament was different. According to what he had seen in his parents' minds, this Pang Bo's behavior was somewhat strange. Even the two old men had been confused.
Third, why did he quit his job and go to ancient sites and mountains all year round, yet he had an endless supply of money?
Fourth, why was he so persistent, asking the two old men about their blood relatives and visiting them one by one. Even though they hadn't contacted each other for many years, he still visited them.
In short, many of his words and actions made the two old men suspicious. They didn't understand why. They only remembered that he seemed to be drunk once and said that their family had demonic god blood in their bodies.
Of course, that time, the old man slapped him and woke him up, scolding him for spouting nonsense.
"Earth is far more complicated than I thought …"
Ye Fan returned to Pang Bo's home and sensed carefully. As expected, he found that this tall and sturdy old man's vitality was very vigorous, surpassing that of ordinary people.
"No wonder Pang Bo is so tall and strong. His arms are thicker than other people's legs. Could it be that he really has ancient demonic blood in his body? No wonder the descendants of the Qing Thearch wanted to take over his body."
Ye Fan muttered to himself. Pang Bo's father and brother's vitality was a little strong, but it wasn't enough to surprise him. It seemed that this also depended on the person. Perhaps only a few people could return to their ancestors.
"Pang Bo can cultivate the Qing Thearch's Ancient Scripture. Could it be that the blood in his body has recovered?"
Ye Fan stayed in N City for a few days and understood enough about the situation. He helped Pang Bo's parents improve their physique and washed their flesh and bones with spirit medicine many times, but he didn't show himself.
This time, he didn't collect enough evidence and couldn't be 100% sure that the person who died was a fake Pang Bo. Hence, after leaving, he began to use all his power to investigate.
"Did he go to Mount Tai back then?"
It was undoubtedly impossible to go to Mount Tai to verify it. After so many years, who could remember?
He investigated and found the company where Pang Bo had worked in back then. He wanted to find some of his colleagues back then and ask for some clues. Unfortunately, the relevant people had already left.
It had to be said that if an ordinary person couldn't find it at all, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, Ye Fan wasn't an ordinary person. Although it took a lot of effort, he finally found it.
He secretly looked through their dusty memories and finally found out that Pang Bo went to Mount Tai back then. It was a colleague who helped him book the plane ticket.
Back then, something happened to Pang Bo's family. The real and fake Pang Bo had said so. However, the dead Pang Bo returned home on the day of the incident and said that he didn't go.
However, the colleague who helped Pang Bo book the plane ticket had a different memory. When Pang Bo got off the plane and took a long-distance bus to the foot of Mount Tai, he had called him to express his gratitude.
Ye Fan smiled. Although it took a lot of effort and the process was very troublesome and complicated, he finally found out that the dead Pang Bo was most likely fake. This was very meaningful to him. It was great news.
"Is there an ancient demon clan in this world? I want to see what you guys are up to."
Not long after Ye Fan returned to B City, he received a call from Yang Xiao. He said something over there, and it turned out to be related to the small stone Buddha.
According to him, the ancient runes shocked the authority of ancient Sanskrit last time, and he specially consulted his teacher. As a result, he didn't know how he alarmed a few mysterious gurus.
"They came to B City, and they want to see you no matter what. I really can't refuse them." Yang Xiao was in a difficult position.
"Isn't it just a few ancient Sanskrit characters? Is it necessary to lead them here from India?" Ye Fan said.
"It was a few old monks who came. The people who accompanied them treated them like living Buddhas. They almost knelt there and worshiped them. It seemed that they had manifested some kind of miracle. But what era is this? Even if they have faith, it shouldn't be like this." Yang Xiao was a learned person, so he naturally didn't believe in this.
A thought came to Ye Fan's mind. Hinduism was respected on the other side of Mount Tai, and Buddhism had long declined in the land of origin. How could there still be gurus coming from thousands of miles away? Could it be that there were still people in the world who could cultivate?
This was also good. He was about to investigate everything about the fake Pang Bo. If he was really a hidden master, he could just follow the clues and understand everything on Earth today.
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