Chapter 38 - Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Pursuit and Pig Face Mask (1/2)

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Pursuit and Pig Face Mask

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The truth revealed, Shen Ziming showed no surprise on his face.

Ever since Chen Sheng kept scrolling through his phone, he had a premonition.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?

Shen Ziming asked with a smile.

Facing his question, Chen Sheng was calm.

“If you wanted to kill me, you would not have told me to run away.”

That’s true,

but in reality, Chen Sheng’s muscles were tense all over his body, and he had Li Chenghu’s chat window open on his phone.

As soon as something went wrong, he planned to run away immediately.

Naturally, it’s best to escape.

But if he couldn’t, he would tell Li Chenghu what he knows.

As the two talked,

Shen Ziming’s complexion visibly improved at a rapid pace.

He leaned his hand on the sofa and slowly stood up.

Chen Sheng also stood up, maintaining a distance of two meters from Shen Ziming at all times.

Noticing Chen Sheng’s movement, Shen Ziming smiled slightly, not caring.

“I’m sorry, Brother Chen.”

“I don’t mind telling you some things, but it’s been five minutes.”

“With that person’s alertness, he’ll probably check the place soon.”

“If he sees you, or you see him, you’re dead.”

Shen Ziming walked quickly towards the balcony.

“I’ll go out in a while, and you should slip away the opposite direction.” “But it’s better not to call the police, trust me, it’s for your own good.” Upon arriving at the balcony door,

Xu Ziwen turned his head and showed a gentle smile to Chen Sheng.

“Thank you for carrying me up earlier.” “If I don’t die, I’ll definitely repay this favor.”

Having said that,

Shen Ziming pushed the door and went out.

Stepping onto the balcony, he made a gentle leap.

He jumped straight down from the third floor.

Chen Sheng stood still, watching Shen Ziming.

His gaze did not linger until the latter’s figure disappeared into the night.

Looking at his own phone,

Chen Sheng’s face showed a hint of indecision.

On the screen, Li Chenghu’s chat window remained open.

In front of the wooden house.

Thud-Thud.

Shen Ziming knocked on his own door.

“It’s me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the door and entered.

But in the darkness, one could see the silhouette of a figure sitting next to the wooden table.

“Is teaching fun?”

A hoarse voice with a hint of frivolity sounded in the darkness.

“It’s all right, the kids are quite cute.”

Shen Ziming’s tone was just as relaxed.

The two talked like old friends, casually catching up.

Sizzle—Sizzle.

The light flickered and the room lit up.

Sitting in the chair was a man in black clothes wearing a pig face mask.

“I wonder if your students, if they knew their teacher was a fugitive, would be too scared to sleep at night.”

From the two holes in the mask, a pair of triangular eyes settled on Shen Ziming, filled with playful ridicule.

“What do you think, Teacher Xu?”

The pig-faced man sarcastically addressed him as Teacher Xu repeatedly, heavy with irony.

“I found half of what you want.”

“At the same time, I also got a clue to the other half.”

Unmoved by the sarcasm, Shen Ziming simply said two sentences, successfully drawing the man’s attention.

The pig-faced man immediately held out his hand. “Give it to me, and your running away will be forgiven.”

“Fine. ”

Shen Ziming agreed straightforwardly.

Then, he pulled a wooden box from under the bed.

When the wooden box was opened, it contained several sheets of paper.

The paper looked aged, with yellowing edges.

However, the paper was still in perfect condition, with no damage.

From this, it was evident that the owner had taken great care of it.

There were crooked characters written on the paper, which did not look like modern script.

Shen Ziming took out the paper and walked towards the pig-faced man.

As he walked, he talked.

“What I found is just a part of the Breathing Technique.” “The corresponding Stance practice, I am still investigating.”

“No matter, give me the Breathing Technique first.”

The pig-faced man stared intently at the paper in Shen Ziming’s hand, his eyes full of eagerness.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Shen Ziming walked very slowly.

Impatience gradually showed in the pig-faced man’s eyes.

“You don’t want to try any tricks—”

Whoosh!

Before he could finish,

Shen Ziming swung his arm and threw half of the paper at the pig-faced man.

The paper fluttered in the air, the pig-faced man didn’t even bother with Shen Ziming, he just stood up and tried to catch it. At that moment,

Thump!