"Just now, the man spoke in Japanese.

"What?"

"I said he spoke Japanese. Yoko Ueshiba affirmed.

Yang Qiao blinked, he was even more confused now, he knew very well that Zhang Ye's foreign language was a capitalized "weak scum" since he was a child, and he couldn't even figure out the ABC in English, where would he know what Japanese.

After being stunned for a moment, unable to think of a reason, he turned his mind around and asked Yoko Ueshiba, "Then what did he say in that Japanese just now?"

Not only Yang Qiao, but also Ma Xiaoling and Gu Qingmei who were present also cast their eyes over.

After all, if you want to speak Japanese, only Yoko Ueshiba is the authority.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and Yoko Ueshiba seemed to be thinking about how to speak. It wasn't until the dishes in the restaurant were served that she said with some hesitation: "It's basically swearing." ”

"Just scolding?" Yang Qiao's face was bewildered, thinking to himself how Zhang Ye was sick, and even scolding people became so "high-end". However, he also remembered a few news he had seen in the newspaper before, it was said that somewhere in China, there was an old man who had forgotten his mother tongue after suffering from an illness, and he spoke English as soon as he spoke with people.

The doctor examined it and said that it was because of some damage to the brain, and then there was some compensatory function that allowed her to learn a second language to replace the damaged part of the language.

However, this can't be explained, because Yang Qiao is very sure that Zhang Ye definitely doesn't know Japanese except for Mandarin and Jiangxia's dialect.

Just when he was struggling with this, Yoko Ueshiba seemed to have made some kind of determination, looked up at everyone, and continued: "It's not just curses, but also curses!"

Curse?!

As soon as these two words came out, it was like a conditioned reflex, and Yang Qiao, Ma Xiaoling, and Gu Qingmei's bodies trembled at the same time.

They have all been cursed by the ancient tomb of Zhang Dingbian, like Yang Qiao, the curse has not been lifted yet, for the curse, it is unforgettable, and now when I hear Yoko Ueshiba say that Zhang Ye was cursing himself in Japanese just now, I can't help but feel a hairy feeling in my heart.

At this moment, the originally hot restaurant seemed to become gloomy.

What the hell is going on?

Yang Qiao's mind was full of question marks.

He raised his head a little distractedly, and in that direction, the teacher Lu Weijiu was standing frowning and pondering.

He also saw Zhang Ye's situation just now, but this kind of thing, even as a great master of feng shui, was the first time he had seen it. No, you may have seen a similar situation, but it was a completely different event, how could such a thing happen in this town after more than a thousand years?

Lu Weijiu's face showed a thoughtful look.

Yang Qiao couldn't get an answer from the teacher for a while, and he was full of depression, so he had to destroy the food on the table first.

He discussed with Yoko Ueshiba to settle Zhang Ye's matter first, and then take her to find the remains of the Japanese army.

Yoko Ueshiba did not dispute this.

After everyone had dinner, they sat for a while, and the time was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone went to Zhang Ye's house again, but they were told by Aunt Wang that Zhang Ye seemed to be very tired and fell asleep.

In desperation, Yang Qiao took Yoko Ueshiba and Gu Qingmei to the town to find a small hotel to live in. Of course, the environment here cannot be compared with the urban area of Wuhan, but fortunately, the hotel environment is quite clean.

It seems that I can't go today......

Yang Qiao prayed silently in his heart, hoping to find out what was wrong with Zhang Ye, and also hoped that his mother would not find trouble for herself because she didn't go back at night.

Night.

Yang Qiao took Ma Xiaoling, Gu Qingmei and Zhizhi Yangzi to Zhang Ye's bedroom after obtaining the consent of Aunt Wang and Uncle Zhang.

The door was only opened by a crack, this was to secretly observe Zhang Ye's situation, and it was best not to let him find out that someone was peeking at him.

Aunt Wang and Uncle Zhang had said that Zhang Ye's behavior at night would be very strange, and Yang Qiao wanted to see what was going on.

Is your little friend really evil, or is he suffering from a strange disease?

Yang Qiao and the other four were still concerned by Aunt Wang and Uncle Zhang at first, and came over from time to time to take a look, but then the two elders didn't come over much, which made Yang Qiao breathe a sigh of relief. Being stared at by them all the time can be stressful.

It's strange to say.

It's been an hour or two since just now, Zhang Ye just turned his back to the door, shaking his head at the desk, people who don't know will really think that he is studying seriously. But in reality, he was just staring at the empty desk.

As the minutes passed, Gu Qingmei couldn't help but yawn and said, "Are we just looking at him like a fool?" In my opinion, why don't we take him to Wuhan and let my grandfather take a look, or go to a big hospital for a check-up, isn't it all clear?"

"You have a point. Yang Qiao nodded: "But it's past tonight first......"

His voice suddenly stopped, just because Zhang Ye, who had been shaking slightly, seemed to be a little different.

The light of the lamp in the room flickered a few times and then suddenly went out.

Only the moonlight that came through the cracks in the window brought a little visibility.

Zhang Ye seemed to stand up in front of his desk.

Yang Qiao opened his heavenly eyes at this time, and made an amazing discovery on Zhang Ye. There was a dark aura pouring out of his back, and there was no reason for it. There is no such change during the day, how can there be such a sudden increase in these evil qi?

Clang~

Clang~~

The clock strikes twelve o'clock at midnight.

Zhang Ye, who stood up, pushed open the window in front of him. The window screen was blown up by the wind, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Where did he go?"

Yang Qiao was still in a daze, but Yoko Ueshiba had already kicked the door open with a "bang" and glanced at it: "Jumped out of the window." ”

"Chase!" Gu Qingmei shouted excitedly, and the little sleepiness just now disappeared. She just loves to join in the fun, and she used to feel bored, but now there are some changes, which arouse her interest.

There was a faint cry of Aunt Wang crying behind her, but at this moment, Yang Qiao didn't care about explaining, and jumped out of the window with Ma Xiaoling, chasing Zhang Ye's back.

The moonlight hung diagonally in the night sky.

There were clouds tonight, black clouds that drifted from time to time, making the moonlight flicker and darken, and visibility was extremely poor.

Fortunately, Yang Qiao has a heavenly eye, so he can keep an eye on Zhang Ye and not lose it.

In the vision of the eye of heaven, Zhang Ye was wrapped in a cold evil aura, dazzling like a bright light in the dark night.

"He's moving so fast. Ma Xiaoling frowned slightly.

Yang Qiao was reminded by her, and she also noticed that with Zhang Ye's usual athletic ability, he would definitely not be able to reach this speed. He's almost like a parkour enthusiast on TV, somersaulting and jumping, and walking on all obstacles.

From time to time, you can also play a few difficult moves.

What surprised Yang Qiao the most was that Zhang Ye's speed at this time was like a person running a fifty-meter sprint with all his might.

But from his house to now, he has run at least several kilometers here, but Zhang Ye's speed has not slowed down at all, but is getting faster and faster.

"I'm kind of convinced now that this guy was ghosted!"

Gu Qingmei gasped slightly.

Several of them practice the secret art of feng shui, and their physical development is stronger than that of ordinary people, but now with this little fat man named Zhang Ye, they all feel a little difficult.

Yang Qiao was similar, if it weren't for the recent cultivation concept idea, his physical potential had been greatly improved, and he would have been thrown off by now.

Now he is also holding on with a willpower, wanting to see where Zhang Ye is going.

The surrounding mountain roads gradually became rugged, and people on both sides chased and fled, gradually reaching the top of the mountain.

At this time, Yang Qiao finally recognized that this was the top of the Linjiang mountain that Zhang Ye had climbed with him that day, and there was an ancient fort on it.

Zhang Ye's actions were like an ape, and under the incredulous gaze of Yang Qiao and Ma Xiaoling, he jumped onto the fort with a vertical leap, and stood at the highest place like this, overlooking the river rolling eastward, and did not move.

it!

Yang Qiao gasped and secretly scolded Zhang Ye for his perverted behavior in his heart, and when he returned to normal, he must beat him up fatly, causing him to almost run out of breath.

After chasing here, he can't escape.

It's just that Yang Qiao still has some doubts in his heart, and he doesn't know what Zhang Ye is doing here late at night.

The moonlight shone through the clouds, and a straight waterfall of silver light fell on Zhang Ye's back.

Yang Qiao and Ma Xiaoling were also at their limit at this moment, and several people cautiously approached the ancient fort and made gestures, signaling not to alarm the little fat man standing on the turret.

Below is a cliff up to 100 meters deep, and a little further on, there is a rolling river, if Zhang Ye is frightened and falls, then Yang Qiao will not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life. What's more, he still has a question now, wondering what Zhang Ye's purpose is.

Gu Qingmei said that Zhang Ye was a ghost, but Yang Qiao had never seen such a ghost body, and even his teacher Lu Weijiu had not made such an assertion, so he still had to wait and see what was going on, and only after observing more would he know what the truth was.

Ma Xiaoling took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Gu Qingmei looked more tired than her, so anxious to catch up, she almost didn't run and vomit. Physical strength has never been the strong point of the heart.

The Sword Sect's cultivation body is naturally much stronger than his own.

Yang Qiao's condition is a little better than Gu Qingmei, among the four people, the most relaxed is Yoko Ueshiba, who is worthy of cultivating martial arts, but he is slightly sweaty on his forehead, and he doesn't even have a mess of breath.

Yang Qiao withdrew his gaze from everyone's faces and once again cast his gaze on Zhang Ye's back.

In the moonlight, the little fat man did not move, and suddenly a fierce, strange curse burst out from his throat.

Because of Yoko Ueshiba's reminder last time, Yang Qiao listened carefully, and sure enough, it was a bit like Japanese, but the speed of speech was more urgent and the tone was more fierce.

From Zhang Ye, a Chinese, a crackling mouth burst out of a Japanese curse, like a cannon, this kind of curse is familiar, I am afraid that ordinary Japanese people can't do it.

Just when Yang Qiao swallowed his saliva dryly and was a little nervous, suddenly the roots of Zhang Ye's ears moved, stopped cursing, and slowly turned around.

Did he find us?

Yang Qiao was a little worried, but he was soon speechless.

Zhang Ye's body didn't turn around, but his head twisted back, gradually turning ninety degrees, one hundred degrees, and one hundred and eighty degrees.

Finally the whole head turned upside down and looked this way.

Yang Qiao's heart was instantly cold.

A normal person's neck is twisted a little behind the shoulder at most, and it will definitely not be able to do this to this extent, it will break!

In the silent night, the little fat man stood on the high platform, his head turned one hundred and eighty degrees towards Yang Qiao, with a fierce and vicious look on his face.

The atmosphere was strange and inexplicable.

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