Cultivation Always Happens Late at Night

Ji Qinglin didn't want to delay for even a moment. After all, he had been searching for so long and finally, through a Fortuitous Coincidence, found some clues related to his resurrection, which might even be related to his phone.

As a precaution, he first returned to the general store, brought his toolkit and the Taser for self-defense, as well as the Coal Boss, who hadn't been out for a long time. The one man and two birds headed to Xin Dong District Old City.

Xin Dong Street Old City was an old urban development project. Later, because a large company went bankrupt, the old city area never developed.

However, because it was close to the Wasteland, it became the residence for those who had not moved into Bangkok city. Although it had not developed, it had not been targeted by gangs and large companies because of its poverty, so it could be considered simple and honest.

After taking the bus to the edge of the city, they followed the recorded map to the marked location. Along the way, they saw old, dirty, and messy houses, but there were still many people living there.

Sang Feng's small courtyard was close to the edge, with no neighbors nearby.

Through the tightly closed iron mesh door, one could see a lot of garbage in the yard. The Coal Boss on his shoulder took the lead and flew into the yard to look around.

"Gaa-gaa—"

It seems that there really is no one here.

The small door next to it had signs of being opened recently.

Ji Qinglin opened the iron door, which was useless against thieves but effective against gentlemen, and entered the yard. In addition to the main house and the west wing, there was also a rain shelter built against the wall on the east side, but the supporting pillars were already rusty.

Without rushing to clean and search, Ji Qinglin decided to first understand the general layout of the yard, so he first came to the nearest wing room, tore off the advertising cloth pasted on the window, revealing the unrecognizable copper lock and iron chain below.

What treasures are kept inside? The protection is so solid? After barely opening the lock, Ji Qinglin kicked the door open, and the Coal Boss flapped its wings to shake off the falling dust.

But after entering the room, he found that it only contained an old wooden bed and a simple desk.

This Sang Feng really didn't die unjustly. Does he really need to lock up such little stuff? He's really greedy to a certain extent.

But after thinking about it carefully, Ji Qinglin felt that something was wrong, so he quickly searched the room.

The Coal Boss flew to the bed and tapped on it with its beak.

"Dong-dong-dong—"

Empty!

Coming to the side of the wooden bed, Ji Qinglin first lifted a corner of the bed board with force, and put the flashlight in to see the situation inside.

But under the weak light, Ji Qinglin only saw a black wheel.

"This is?"

After having a general guess in his mind, Ji Qinglin lifted the entire wooden board with force.

Completely black, but the carbon fiber components still reflected an attractive luster like the skin of a beauty. Under the flashlight, every inch of her mechanical beauty was displayed, with two black silk legs, front and rear wheels of 17 inches and 15 inches.

Between the separated beautiful legs and black wheels was the motorcycle's most mysterious and precious modified V-cylinder engine, which seemed to have never been used.

Even if he didn't know much about Bangkok's high-end motorcycle market, Ji Qinglin still knew the name of this motorcycle.

Night Owl 750!

The dark knight of the motorcycle world.

Even someone like him, who doesn't know much about cars, was a little excited to see this motorcycle. It is estimated that car lovers would feel the same way about it as seeing a naked peerless beauty.

That Sang Feng really prepared an escape tool. Don't judge a book by its cover, he has good taste.

After taking Yu Ye as his disciple, he was short of a means of transportation. This wave can really be described as a timely help.

After checking the room again to make sure nothing was missed, Ji Qinglin put the wooden board back in place. Before leaving, he still hid this thing well. Even Sang Feng knew that wealth should not be exposed.

After locking the door again, Ji Qinglin came to the main room. Judging from the dust and garbage on the ground, no one had been in here for a long time. The structure was also simple, with only a bedroom and a living room.

After scanning around, Ji Qinglin first came to the front of the large flower pot in the cabin and carefully checked it. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the cabin that contained him back then.

It's just that now that Sang Feng is dead, it is impossible to confirm where this cabin came from.

He and Shen Bixin had investigated Sang Feng's background. He was also a stowaway at first, and he should not have had the experience of being a garbage collector, so this place was likely bought by him as a retreat base.

Thinking, Ji Qinglin came to the bookshelf and randomly pulled out a few pieces of paper covered with dust.

Cultivation Always Happens Late at Night, Yin Yang Harmonizing Postures Compendium... "Hiss"

That Sang Feng has complete information.

But after taking a closer look at the dates, Ji Qinglin found that these were all posters and books from many years ago.

Looking at the bookshelf full of texts, Ji Qinglin thought it would take some time to sift through everything here.

Knowing that this place was now his, Ji Qinglin cleaned the entire house to create a good screening environment, and all the garbage was uniformly disposed of under the rain shelter.

The Coal Boss was on the roof, trying to pick up birds passing by.

After cleaning for an afternoon, the house was barely habitable.

"Phew, I knew I should have waited for Yu Ye to recover and let her do it."

Saying that, he picked up a large stack of materials and sat in front of the old sofa to carefully sort and review them.

Campus Romance, Thirteen Concubines. Most of them were advertisements and pornographic magazines from many years ago.

This looked like the house of a seasoned otaku.

Fortunately, he didn't bring Yu Ye here, otherwise his Master image would be completely ruined.

Ji Qinglin flipped through each book, afraid of missing anything of value.

But after flipping through quite a few, he still hadn't gained anything. Just as Ji Qinglin was about to take a break and go out to eat, a thin booklet actually fell out of the Joyous Union Chan Sect Secret Method he opened with a "thud."

The booklet had no cover, and the paper was yellowed and even a little brittle. It fell on the ground and broke off a lot of paper scraps, obviously older than these books.

Seeing this, Ji Qinglin didn't dare to pick it up rashly. He carefully flipped through it on the ground. The booklet was also printed relatively crudely, but the outermost layer faintly showed the words "Instructions," and the small illustrations that appeared on the next page made Ji Qinglin's heart tighten.

Because the pictures on it were very similar to the "phone" interface that he had never successfully entered. Although the size and layout were obviously different, they were obviously the same kind of thing.

In his excitement, Ji Qinglin wanted to lie on the ground and read it carefully, but he found that the remaining pages were actually drawing similar interfaces, just from different angles.

Just when he thought it was another wild goose chase, Ji Qinglin saw the words "Reset Method" on the last page.

The reset method only requires the owner's blood to draw a Tai Chi diagram on the palm of the right hand.

Thinking of treating a dead horse as a living one, Ji Qinglin got up, took out a knife, cut his finger, and drew a simple Tai Chi diagram on the palm of his right hand.

At first, there was nothing unusual, until the blood Tai Chi on the painting was quickly absorbed by the palm of his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, the originally pitch-black palm of his right hand gradually lit up, and a projected interactive interface that was quite ancient compared to the holographic images of this era appeared in the palm of his hand, with a line of small characters displayed on it:

"Reset complete, please enter a new password."

Ji Qinglin was anxious to see what was inside, thinking that he should just set one casually first.

As a result, a new line appeared in the palm of his hand:

"Hello, the power-on password has been set successfully, as 'that's just setting one casually first'."

(╬)?

At first, he was a little confused, but after thinking about it, this thing was connected to his body, and mental control didn't seem to be a problem.

After re-entering the password, a background with the words "Eternal Dao Heart" gradually became clear, along with four small icons that looked like the APPs that came with his phone, but the names were a bit unique: Thousand Mile Network, Cloud Qi Sea, Divine Sense Observation, and Big Dipper Map.