"What are you talking about!"

Grandma spat, "That's right, I'm not familiar with your dad, and I'm not familiar with your mom either."

Zhang Yuanqing chuckled and snatched the mop, "I'll mop the floor, you old folks take a rest. I heard Chen Shu say that you and Grandpa don't like my dad."

Back then, when Mom wanted to marry into the countryside, Grandpa and Grandma didn't agree. A Shanghai hukou was so valuable that people all over the country were envious.

The older generation worked hard for decades, and you're marrying into the countryside? Your children and grandchildren will all have rural hukous.

Didn't we work hard for nothing?

You unfilial daughter, if you dare to marry into the countryside, we'll sever our relationship!

Back then, the Queen Mother opposed Zhinu marrying the Cowherd, probably for the same reason.

Of course, Grandpa and Grandma were considered enlightened and didn't really draw a Milky Way to separate Zhang Yuanqing's parents. Besides, Mom had a strong and unyielding personality, so she probably wouldn't need Grandpa and Grandma to take the initiative. She would slam the table and say:

"You two old thieves, if you keep nagging, I'll go to court and sever our relationship!"

Chen Shu was just that kind of person.

In short, Grandpa and Grandma didn't really like Dad. Zhang Yuanqing had heard his mother and uncle talk about it.

His mother just mentioned it casually, but his uncle told it vividly. His uncle said: Your dad is always sickly, looking like he's been drained dry; and he's not promising. He can't sing, dance, or rap, and he doesn't know how to make the two old folks happy.

Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself at the time, my son is already useless, and if the son-in-law is like this, Grandpa and Grandma will have a heart attack and die in minutes. On the surface, he said: Ah, yes, yes, Uncle is the most promising, I need to learn rap from Uncle, Uncle, give me some pocket money.

"What Chen Shu, that's your mom!"

Grandma scolded and then said, "Why are you asking this?"

"I just want to understand," Zhang Yuanqing mopped the floor diligently, saying:

"My dad passed away early."

"My mom was widowed at a young age, she must have been very sad at the time. I've lived in Shanghai all these years, and I basically don't interact with relatives from the Zhang family." Grandma said:

"Speaking of which, your mom didn't seem too sad at the time, which surprised me. I thought she would quickly find someone else, but it's been more than ten years and she hasn't remarried. Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about her. Her child is so old, whether she gets married or not doesn't matter. Now I'm just hoping your brother and your aunt can find someone soon."

"Grandma, you're off topic, talk about my dad," Zhang Yuanqing reminded.

"What's there to say?" Grandma mumbled:

"Your dad's personality was okay, he wouldn't get angry and could tolerate Chen Shu's strong personality, but he just had no temper and no energy. Your grandpa wanted to get him into the system so he could move his hukou over, but he refused, he just loved to stay in the countryside and farm and do odd jobs.

"Tell me, what kind of future is that? He'll have a son, an old mud-leg leading a little mud-leg?"

What's wrong with mud-legs? Mud-legs are the masters of society. Grandma, your petty bourgeois ideas are unacceptable. Besides, if my dad was really a useless person, how could your daughter, who's so high-sighted, have taken a fancy to him?

Zhang Yuanqing complained inwardly, but nodded and said, "Please continue."

He believed that Dad wasn't short of money, but was deliberately keeping a low profile.

The reason he didn't go to work was probably because he was busy killing Dominators and running dungeons, busy saving the world, and also didn't want to attract the attention of official Wayfarers.

"That's all, what else is there to say?"

Grandma urged, "Hurry up and mop the floor, and when you're done, go mop your aunt's room."

"Don't, I haven't finished asking yet. Didn't my dad have any good friends? Close friends, the kind my mom knew too, do you remember any?" Zhang Yuanqing asked tentatively. Grandma frowned, thought for a second, and then gave up, shaking her head:

"I don't know, I wasn't familiar with your dad. It's been more than ten years, who would remember these things. If you don't bring Guan Ya back for dinner, I'll forget what she looks like."

Useless Grandma, getting old and forgetful. Zhang Yuanqing hummed inwardly, but he wasn't willing to stop there, so he mopped the floor while thinking.

Soon, he thought of a question:

"Grandma, did you attend my dad's funeral?"

"Of course, even though I wasn't familiar with your dad, I still had to attend the funeral," Grandma glared at him. "Did you see a dog at the funeral?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

"What?" Grandma was stunned, "Even if your dad didn't have any friends, he wouldn't be so down and out that he became close friends with a dog, would he?"

"Let me be blunt, did you see a curly-haired poodle?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

"Let me think..." Grandma tilted her head and thought for a long time, then suddenly looked surprised:

"Now that you mention it, I do remember seeing a dog at the funeral. It stayed at your dad's funeral for a long time, and it seemed to stand up and bow a few times."

"At the time, I thought it was very interesting, and I wondered whose dog it was, that it was trained so well. I can't remember if you ask about people, but I do remember the dog."

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and repeated to confirm, "Was it a curly-haired poodle?" "I'm not too sure, it seemed to be," Grandma said.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned on the mop and stood there, not speaking or expressing anything for a long time.

Damn, Dog Elder really knew my dad. In that case, the reason he's at the zoo is likely a gift or trade from my father, not a despicable conspiracy like I guessed.

He knows my dad's real identity, not just his Wayfarer ID, so he must also know that I'm Zhang Zizhen's son, unless he hasn't seen my file information.

But that's impossible, because Dog Elder is Fu Qingyang's direct superior, and Fu Qingyang is the Squad Leader's direct superior, so he has the authority to view my information.

I suddenly realized that Dog Elder actually takes unusually good care of me. The first time we met, I rubbed his dog head, and he wasn't angry. Usually, when we interact, he doesn't have the dignity and airs of an Elder, while the other Elders in Shanghai don't give me such a kind feeling.

I always thought that Dog Elder was so gentle and easy to talk to me because I'm outstanding, like a teacher caring for a top student.

Now it seems that there's another reason behind it. What's his relationship with my dad?

For my dad to tell him his real identity, the relationship must be extraordinary.

Zhang Yuanqing almost couldn't resist the urge to call and ask Dog Elder. But he also felt that everything was just his speculation, and without evidence to support it, it would be unwise to rashly mention Zhang Zizhen.

As he was thinking, the anti-theft door made a "beep beep" sound as someone entered the password. Aunt came back, humming a little tune and skipping, carrying a delicate little box.

"Hi, Doggy!" Aunt skipped past her nephew and affectionately patted his head.

"There's another one here, you should go say something to her too," Zhang Yuanqing pointed to Grandma, indicating that Jiang Yuer would share the love equally. Jiang Yuer saw through her nephew's clumsy treacherous plan and didn't fall for it, skipping into the house.

"Are you going shopping this afternoon?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

Jiang Yuer poked her head out in surprise, "How did you know I was going shopping?"

"You just got a new set of cosmetics, with your vain personality, you definitely want to put on makeup and show off," Zhang Yuanqing scoffed. Jiang Yuer wrinkled her nose at him, retracted her head, and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Yuanqing went into the bathroom, washed his face, and casually opened his Star Eyes to look at his face.

"Oh, my marriage palace is bright and sparkling, I'll have a good social opportunity soon, it seems today is a good day to go out," Zhang Yuanqing was a little surprised.

At the same time, he was a little disappointed, because a bright and clear marriage palace indicates a good social opportunity, but not a close and ambiguous soft light. So, it's likely unrelated to romantic relationships. If it were the latter, Zhang Yuanqing would go straight to the hotel to find Guan Ya without another word.

Jiuguang Shopping Mall.

In a clothing store, the ragged King of Fear covered his mouth and coughed violently. "Sir, sir, are you alright?"

A well-dressed saleswoman came forward to ask with concern.

To be honest, people dressed like this weren't suitable for entering high-end luxury stores.

The cheapest piece of clothing here would cost a petty bourgeois person a month's salary.

The King of Fear coughed to himself. His handsome face lacked color, his lips were chapped, and his pupils were cloudy and dull. Every cough came with a huge tremor, as if he would cough up his lungs at any moment.

"You, you wait a moment, I'll get you a glass of water."

Seeing that the "guest" seemed to be enduring great pain, the saleswoman hurriedly ran to the cashier, got a disposable paper cup of warm water, and trotted back on her high heels.

She handed over the warm water and asked:

"Sir, how are you? You might need to go to the hospital."

As a saleswoman in a world-class luxury store, she had received professional training and had good qualities. She wouldn't show a disdainful attitude just because the customer who entered the store couldn't afford the merchandise here. Even when facing a beggar, she had to maintain an elegant smile and politeness. This was what the store manager taught.

The King of Fear took the paper cup, drank it all in one gulp, and stumbled to the soft sofa for customers to rest on, hoarsely saying, "Give me another cup."

Zoo.

In Shanghai, there are probably three zoos. The zoo far in the suburbs is the best-reputed on the internet.

Netizens said that the animals in the Shanghai Zoo were particularly intelligent: alpacas that spat at customers, gorillas that threw feces at tourists, African gray parrots that cursed "bastards" and "grandsons", monkeys that liked to expose their genitals to seduce female tourists, raccoons that liked to dance with tourists, and so on.

Moreover, there were many species of animals, very complete.

In addition, the name of this zoo was very unique. Its name was simply "Zoo", without any prefixes. Therefore, there were many tourists in the zoo every weekend, and it was even more crowded during holidays.

In the lion enclosure, in the secret room where the King of Magic Eyes was imprisoned, Dog Elder stood by the fence, quietly gazing at the outside, at the tourists admiring the lions.

From inside the camphor tree behind him, came the King of Magic Eyes' sigh, "Business is really good, you must be making a lot of money every month."

Dog Elder retracted his gaze, and his black button eyes looked back, "Would the dignified King of Magic Eyes care about money?"

"Of course I care, money is a good thing," the King of Magic Eyes' laughter penetrated the curtain-like vines, "But money is also the dirtiest thing. The more dirty human nature is, the more dirty money is. All my misfortunes in this life were caused by it."

"I thought you would say that power is the dirtiest thing in the world. After all, absolute power leads to absolute corruption, and you just happen to hate people who abuse power the most," Dog Elder squatted on the ground, scratching his head with his hind legs.

The King of Magic Eyes laughed, "In my eyes, money and power are the same thing. Money can leverage power, and power can gather money. There's no difference."

"Are you going to start telling your life tragedy? I'm looking forward to it," Dog Elder squatted facing the camphor tree.

"You're not qualified to know my story," the King of Magic Eyes said lightly, "The day I'm going to die, I'll tell it, but only to Yuan Shi Tian Zun. He will take over my will and continue to cleanse the world."

After saying that, he added:

"You've been in the zoo for two days. This doesn't seem like you," Dog Elder didn't hide anything, sighing:

"The King of Fear has come to Shanghai to save you. I need to stay here and take charge of the zoo, cooperating with the Marshal to ambush and hunt down the King of Fear. However, it seems he can't even get past the Palace Master."

"The King of Fear came to Shanghai to save me?" The King of Magic Eyes' tone revealed doubt.

"Is there a problem?" Dog Elder frowned.

"Fear is a person who's lazy to the bone. He never spends more than an hour handling affairs. Once the time is up, he'll throw aside even the biggest thing, because he needs to find freedom. He hates doing things, because he thinks it's not free enough. I remember he used to hunt down the Cunning Eye Judge. He hunted him for an hour, and was about to kill the Cunning Eye, but that guy suddenly gave up and went to find his freedom."

The King of Magic Eyes said lightly, "He never bothers to deal with one thing. He came all the way from the north to Shanghai, most likely he talks about saving me every day, but he just wanders around doing nothing."

"But he did come," Dog Elder said solemnly.

"Then there must be another purpose, and it must be a purpose that makes him slightly abandon his freedom. You guys need to investigate it thoroughly."

The King of Magic Eyes chuckled, "However, since he's here, he'll definitely come to the zoo to save me."

Dog Elder said lightly, "Don't be too happy, the Palace Master has already injured him. If he dares to come to the zoo again, the two Alliance Leaders will take action, and Fear will definitely die."

[Yuan Shi Tian Zun: The Water God Palace's Palace Master seriously injured the King of Fear? Amazing, no, what a pity, why didn't she kill him.]

[Fu Qingyang: Fear has the strength of a demigod, and he's a skilled Warlock of Bewitchment. It's not that easy to kill him. The Water God Palace Master alone isn't enough, unless the Marshal takes action together.]

[Yuan Shi Tian Zun: Interesting, since the Palace Master can find Fear, then why not bring a crowd to gang up on him? That trash broke two rule-based props with one sword back then, wasn't that awesome? Why doesn't he come to Shanghai to kill Fear?]

[Fu Qingyang: Battles between demigods, if they're to the death, will inevitably be tragic. Unless it's in the Spirit Realm, otherwise any sealing methods can't trap them. The Alliance Leaders don't want to see Shanghai devastated.]

[Yuan Shi Tian Zun: I see, I was shallow. Um, Leader, remember to delete the chat history (kowtow)]

[Fu Qingyang: Mm!]

I just like Leader, this kind of serious man, he's upright and steady, unlike the young people nowadays, who are all smiles and running their mouths, wishing others social death. Zhang Yuanqing was extremely touched.

[Yuan Shi Tian Zun: By the way, Leader, I got a magic tool from the Chizuru Group, how do I bring it into the Spirit Realm?]

Magic tools and props are the same thing, but they're not produced in the Spirit Realm, so they're not Spirit Realm items and can't be brought into dungeons.

[Fu Qingyang: Simple, find a Refiner to process it and inject Spirit Realm information. Come to my place this afternoon, I'll find someone to process it for you.]

[Zhang Yuanqing: Thank you, Leader (crazy kowtowing), but can Refiners also process nuclear bombs?]

[Fu Qingyang: Although magic tools aren't produced in the Spirit Realm, they contain spiritual power. Nuclear bombs don't work.]

[Zhang Yuanqing: Then, what about replacing the shell of the nuclear bomb with Spirit Realm materials?] Fu Qingyang ignored him.

[Zhang Yuanqing: Doesn't that work?]

Fu Qingyang ignored him.

[Zhang Yuanqing: Doesn't that work?]

[Fu Qingyang: I'm just a Scout, not a search engine.]

Okay, he doesn't know either. Zhang Yuanqing sensibly ended the chat, returned to the main chat page, and sent a message to Xiao Yuan:

"Xiao Yuan, I'm going to enter the official gang's Spirit Realm tomorrow, it might take a week. During this time, don't panic if you can't contact me."

[Magic Aunt Xiao Yuan: I won't be contacting you.]

[Yuan Shi Tian Zun: Love you!]

Returning to the main chat page again, he sent a message to the Palace Master of the End of Slaughter: "12 o'clock tonight, same place, I have something to ask you."

The Palace Master of the End of Slaughter didn't reply to him.

"Hey, don't play with your phone," Aunt frowned and reached out to snatch it, "Come out shopping with me, no phone allowed. Five Emperors Forum"

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Yuanqing quickly put away his phone, hooked his arm around Jiang Yuer's shoulder, and walked forward. Jiang Yuer looked around and pointed to a clothing store in front, saying, "It's been a long time since I bought you clothes, let's go to that store, this brand is very expensive. Um, I'll pick them out, you pay for them yourself. Aunt doesn't have the money to buy you such expensive clothes."

If the Chizuru Group's ten billion Japanese yen hadn't been mortgaged, Zhang Yuanqing would have said in a tone of "I'll contract the entire fish pond for you": "I'll buy the whole store." But he only has five or six million in savings now, and he can't afford to squander it.

Clothing store.

The King of Fear, who was gradually recovering, put on a smart suit and stood in front of the full-length mirror, enjoying the saleswoman's praise.

It wasn't exactly praise, the saleswoman's eyes were full of infatuation, like a man seeing an exquisite beauty.

The King of Fear had handsome features, elegant demeanor, and a mature temperament. The two silver earrings made him look fashionable and trendy. He was a cold and aloof heartthrob for young women.

"The clothes are good, give me ten sets," the King of Fear nodded with satisfaction.

The saleswoman became even more infatuated upon hearing this.

At this moment, through the full-length mirror, the King of Fear saw a young couple entering the store.