“.”

Zhang Kun stood in front of a black man and gestured.

However, it was obvious that Zhang Kun's spoken language was still very poor, and the black friend looked at Zhang Kun with a puzzled face: "?"

Zhang Kun nodded hurriedly: "Yes, diamonds, a big company that sells diamonds." ”

“OK。 After Zhang Kun confirmed, the black man nodded and beckoned Zhang Kun to go together.

After a three-minute walk, the black friend pointed to a large gold store in front of him: ". ”

Looking at the third gold jewelry store he saw today, Zhang Kun smiled bitterly in his heart, okay, this is the result of miscommunication.

However, Johannesburg is worthy of being the city of gold, with jewellery stores in almost every corner, and the light of gold and diamonds shines throughout the city.

But that's not what he wants.

Zhang Kun smiled bitterly in his heart, and thanked his black friend for leading the way with a smile on his face, and after the black man left, Zhang Kun sighed lightly with a bitter face, his face full of decadence.

Take a deep breath, pack your mind, and get ready to find the next good Samaritan.

Also, what should De Beers say in English?

What made Zhang Kun the most sad was why he hadn't met a single Chinese for so long.

Although Johannesburg is not a tourist city, it is also a famous gold city, and it also attracts many Chinese to buy gold and diamonds every year.

Zhang Kun went crazy in his heart.

Standing on the street, Zhang Kun looked left and right, ready to find the next good Samaritan, but at this time, Zhang Kun was suddenly stunned, and in the crowd not far away, a translucent figure gently floated in the air.

Foreign...... Soul?

Zhang Kun glanced twice, and then silently withdrew his gaze.

The purpose of coming this time is to find Zhou Yaqi, and before you find it, don't make any extraneous branches.

Zhang Kun turned around

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and slowly walked into the distance.

However, after walking three or five steps, Zhang Kun paused, lowered his head, and looked at the shadow under his feet, and after a while, Zhang Kun turned around and looked at the translucent figure in the distance.

The translucent body floated in the air, and the faint gray gas in his body was wandering, but he could still faintly see the yellow skin and black hair.

The soul floated lonely in the streets, his face blank and his eyes dull, and the flow of people passed through him continuously, but it did not attract the slightest glance from him.

It's like a world of people, floating alone and moving forward.

Yellow people? At least Asian, maybe Chinese?

Perhaps, he doesn't need my help?

Or, his obsession is small and can be resolved in an hour or two?

However, if it is very troublesome, it may delay himself to find Zhou Yaqi.

If.......

Zhang Kun stood there for a long, long time, and even the people around him had already looked at him in surprise.

In the end, Zhang Kun pursed his lips, sighed lightly, and raised his steps lightly.

He slowly came to the soul, the soul did not notice Zhang Kun, his gaze was always wandering, as if he had become indifferent to everything.

It's also true, people are dead, and everything in the world has nothing to do with him, even if he cares about it, what can he do?

He couldn't do anything.

Zhang Kun looked at the soul, and then opened his mouth gently: "Chinese?"

After speaking, Zhang Kun stood there quietly, waited for nearly half a minute, and watched the soul continue to move little by little without any reaction, as if it was moving gently with the wind.

Zhang Kun sighed lightly, then no longer hesitated, resolutely turned around and strode towards the rear.

He has already tried, and since there is no reaction, either he is already dead, or he is not Chinese.

If the heart is dead, then needless to say, when time passes, there will naturally be a day of ascension.

And if it weren't for the Chinese, what kind of foreign heart did he.

When he left again, Zhang Kun's steps were much lighter.

After all, it was done and not

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There is still a difference in doing it, and if you do it, you will have crossed the hurdle in your heart, even if what Zhang Kun did was only say three words.

But just as Zhang Kun was striding away, a fierce figure appeared in front of Zhang Kun quickly, trembling: "You, can you see me?"

Chinese, Chinese, and the characters are round.

Zhang Kun paused, looked at the soul stopped in front of him, and smiled bitterly in his heart, look at this luck, obviously there are so many yellow people, they are really Chinese. And...... I was about to leave.

With a light sigh in his heart, Zhang Kun cleaned up his mood, and then indifferently looked at the soul in front of him and spoke again: "Chinese?"

When he found that Zhang Kun's eyes were indeed focused on him, his soul trembled even more, and his face was full of excitement, but suddenly saw Zhang Kun's eyes slowly began to become cold, and he suddenly came back to his senses and nodded busily: "Yes, Chinese, no, no, Chinese ghost." ”

Zhang Kun's face did not change in the slightest, and he asked indifferently: "Where is China?"

"Tongda County, Tongzhou City, Dibei Province. This time, the soul did not dare to delay in the slightest, and hurriedly replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Kun sighed lightly, even the address can be said in such detail, it is estimated that it is not fake.

Moreover, Dibei Province, next door to Nanhu Province, Tongzhou, Zhang Kun passed by there several times when he took the train.

It's fate.

Since it was determined that this soul was indeed a Chinese ghost, and it was from the next province, Zhang Kun could not let it go.

Zhang Kun greeted the Chinese ghost, left the center of the street, and found a corner where no one was around.

It was only then that Zhang Kun carefully looked at the soul in front of him for the first time.

Male, who looks about forty years old, has slightly dark skin, but there is still a significant difference from black people, with a short head on the top of his head, a lean face, slightly narrowed eyes, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a well-defined water chestnut on his face.

Zhang Kun observed for a while, and then said indifferently: "What is your name, what can't be let go of that keep you from ascending to heaven?" If it is not difficult, for the sake of being a Chinese, I can help you." ”

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