He walked for a while, but instead of going up, he went down, but when he got to the first row, the numbers on it changed again and became the fourth row.

Wen Junzhi had already understood the intention of that supernatural power, and he had also found a way to crack it, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he casually found a tombstone, and said, "Old lady, your home has arrived."

"Where?" Zhang Cuifang asked.

"There it is." Wen Junzhi pointed to the tombstone in front of him.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Cuifang's voice became sharper, and the resentment was even stronger, "That's not my home! My home is in the nineteenth of the seventh row! How dare you lie to me! I'll kill you!"

Her mouth split to the sides, revealing the dense sharp teeth inside, ready to bite off Wen Junzhi's neck immediately.

However, Wen Junzhi pointed to the photo on the tombstone and said, "Old lady, this is your home, you see that there is still a photo of you on it."

Mrs. Zhang Cuifang paused, looked up, and found that her photo was indeed pasted on the tombstone.

"W-how is this possible?" Her face was full of incredulity, "Isn't this the sixteenth in the fifth row?" How did my home end up here? My home is in the seventeenth row! You lied to me."

Wen Jun stopped: "But the photo can't be faked, old lady." Didn't you say that you don't have a good memory when you're old? Maybe your home was in the sixteenth of the fifth row, but you just misremembered."

"No, it can't be, I can't be mistaken!" She clutched her head in pain, her mouth wailing, "I don't have Alzheimer's disease! You all lied to me! Lie to me!"

She seemed to be in a frenzy, but she didn't attack Wen Junzhi, she just grabbed her hair hard.

Wen Junzhi didn't have the slightest soft-heartedness, and said lightly: "Old lady, people have to serve the old, you are old, it is normal for you to have a bad memory, as long as your children are good to you."

He's cliché.

"Good for me?" Zhang Cuifang said sharply: "What is good for me! I worked hard to raise her, and she left me alone to go abroad, only to find a nanny to take care of me!"

"This white-eyed wolf! I hate her! Hate her!" She seemed to be in even more pain, her eyes were red, and she was bleeding from her eyes.

Wen Junzhi continued to talk: "Could it be that nanny is not good to you? Why not get another one?"

"No, no, I don't change, the babysitter is very good to me!" The expression on Zhang Cuifang's face softened, "Xiaoshuang is very good to me, not only taking care of my daily life, but also making me good food. The meals she cooked were exceptional, and I enjoyed eating them. My daughter only knows how to control me, and Xiaoshuang depends on me for everything, which is the best for me."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly burst into bloody tears, her eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of extreme shock and resentment, and then she let out a terrible scream, and her figure flashed, turned into a black gas, rushed towards the mist, and disappeared.

Wen Junzhi narrowed his eyes, this is ...... Back to your own grave?

The words she just said were very informative, and the eyes full of resentment and shock at the end seemed to have said nothing, but it seemed as if she had said everything.

"It's kind of interesting." He touched his chin, looked at the No. 16 tombstone again, and reached out to take down the photo on the tombstone, it turned out that this photo was pasted later, and there was a photo below, which was the original owner.

Zhang Cuifang is illiterate.

He quietly pasted the photo that Hei Feng brought before on someone else's tombstone, and then tricked her into saying that this was her tombstone.

Zhang Cuifang herself suffers from Alzheimer's, but she is still in the early stages, and her memory is not good, so she was fooled by him like this, so she naturally fell for it.

Wen Junzhi looked at the gloomy old man in the photo and felt that he was close to the truth.

There are several flowers, one on each branch.

Hei Feng only realized that he had been separated from the others when he walked far away and found himself in the security lounge.

She lowered her head, and realized that she was holding some Mithril rope in her hand, just a vine.

She frowned and took the bow off her back all along.

This is the reward she received from the Special Security Bureau after she was promoted to a higher level, a spiritual weapon, it looks very simple, there is no pattern on the bow, but the materials used are excellent, it is said that it is made of the thickest branch of a five-hundred-year-old tree, and the bowstring is also made of the tendon of the sacred cow, which was taken after the natural death of the sacred cow, without any resentment attached to it, but more tenacious.

When Director Yang handed her the bow, he said that this was the most beloved bow of a certain general in ancient times, and that as he fought on the battlefield for many years, countless enemies had died under his hands.

After the death of the general, he was buried, and after a thousand years later, the general's tomb was stolen and excavated, and the archaeological team rescued the excavation, and found the bow after opening the coffin, which was put together with the general's corpse, and did not rot for thousands of years.

She held the bow tightly in her hand and pushed open the door to the security room.