At the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation, a large group of people in white robes are busy inside.

Some gray-haired old men looked very excited, as if they had discovered some peerless treasure.

"It's incredible, it's a miracle of the Creator!" said an old man, standing up with excitement and a shocked face.

"Yes, I thought it was just an ordinary mutant monster, but I didn't expect such a big gain. An old man dressed in black had a gleam in his eyes, and then looked at a place with a greedy expression.

After these few days of research, they found something very shocking.

............

In a huge dungeon, a huge roc bird was lying there with a sluggish breath.

It was covered in scars and had lost most of its feathers, making it look like a bald bird.

At this moment, a group of people surrounded it, pointing at it.

"How's the research going?" said an old man, who walked over and smiled at the man next to him.

"There's a very powerful force in him. And his bloodline is very magical, and it has the ability to transform people!" a researcher bowed to the old man, and then said with a serious face.

"What else?" the old man in white nodded, and then continued to ask.

"Its strength is getting stronger all the time, and it's getting stronger and stronger! It seems that there is a powerful force that is constantly changing its body, making its constitution more perfect. The investigator thought for a moment, then continued.

"Well done, keep up the good work. The old man in white patted him on the shoulder, and then said with a smile.

"If we can discover its secrets, then maybe the members of the Bureau of Investigation can be like it, even without any cultivation and transformation, their bodies can become stronger and more perfect!" the investigator's voice even trembled, his face full of excitement.

The old man in white's face was very flat, he nodded slightly, and then turned to leave.

He wasn't really concerned about these things, he was just bored to come and take a look.

The old man in white walked out of the dungeon tremblingly with a cane.

He was a little short, his face was yellow, and he looked as if he was going to die at any moment.

"Old man Wang, what are you thinking?" At this moment, an old man dressed in tatters suddenly appeared and patted him on the shoulder.

"Master Watari is gone, maybe it's our turn next. Old man Wang turned his head, and then said to the old man who looked like a beggar.

"........." When the old beggar heard his words, his face was a little gloomy.

"Wataku was the youngest of us, but he was the first to leave. It's really unpredictable!" Old man Wang said with emotion, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

"That stupid monk just asked for himself, knowing that there was a dead knot, but he still jumped down desperately!" the old beggar muttered.

"If you don't enter the red dust, how can you get out of it?" Old man Wang's eyes looked into the distance, and he said without saying anything.

"The red dust is so high that there is no way to get out of it!" the old beggar's face changed, and then he said in a low tone.

"Cut, you're going to be. Old man Wang gave him a blank look, and then said in a playful tone.

The old beggar glared at him viciously, then turned his head in anger.

"You say, we have lived for so long, is it necessary to continue to live?" Old man Wang's eyes were a little confused, as if he was thinking about something.

"I'm going to die, I haven't lived enough!" the old beggar snorted, and then said without hesitation.

"It's ridiculous to say that both of you have been trapped in love: one loves but can't, and the other gains and loses. I'm still an old man, I'm alone, and I don't have anything to worry about. As if he remembered something, Old Man Wang laughed twice.

When the old beggar heard his words, he bowed his head silently, and a look of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

Speaking of which, he and Wataruka are actually the same kind of people, and he is not qualified to laugh at them at all.

At the same time, he is also the one who knows the most about Wataraku.

"Some people are destined not to get it. An old man had a mocking smile on his lips, and then he laughed.

"You and I are walking on the river, and everything is fine when we cross it, but if we can't cross it, everything will be empty. Old man Wang raised his crutches, and then walked silently towards a place.

The old beggar man stopped where he was, and then silently looked at his back.

"This old guy seems to be really old. The old beggar man sighed deeply, and then said very sadly.

Old man Wang's back is very vicissitudes and loneliness.

It seems that everything in this world is incompatible with him.

It's like, all living beings are drunk and I am awake.

"Forget it, I don't want to think so much, what should come will always come. The old beggar shook his head slowly, and then cleared the thoughts from his mind.

He took a slow step forward, then disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already on top of a mountain.

It is a huge mountain that towers into the sky, and a Taoist temple towers over it.

When the figure of the old beggar appeared, everyone was stunned.

"I guess I haven't been back for hundreds of years. The old beggar man smiled, then stepped out again, and in an instant came to the top of the mountain.

After seeing the figure of this beggar old man, everyone's eyes flashed with a touch of incredulity.

But they soon reacted.

A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown looked at the beggar old man with a panicked expression, and then fell to his knees with a thud.

"See Master Zu!" The middle-aged man slammed a few times at the old beggar, and then threw himself into the ground.

"See Master Zu!" As the middle-aged man knelt down, a large group of disciples behind him also fell to the ground, and their tones were very respectful.

"Get up. The old beggar nodded slowly, then waved his hand gently.

A magical force appeared in an instant, and then lifted all those who fell to their knees.

"I don't know if Master Zu is going back to the mountain this time, is there something important?" the middle-aged man said to the old beggar with a respectful face.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't been back for a long time, and I miss it a little. The old beggar chuckled, then stepped out and came to the ancestral hall in an instant.

There is a huge portrait of the patriarch hanging on it.

The person in the portrait is holding a whisk, wearing a Taoist temple, wearing a Taoist robe, and a fairy wind and bones.

The old beggar glanced at the clothes worn by the man in the portrait, and then looked down at himself again.

"Haha........." he couldn't help but laugh, his tone full of self-deprecation.