The idea had barely formed in his head for a few seconds before Wei Cangyue dismissed it.
Jiang Fan's temperament is indeed far superior to that of his peers. His resilience is so strong that even Divine Wind Guard is surprised. However, due to his innate deficiencies and low talent ceiling, he is simply not worthy of the Crazy Old Man's attention.
Besides, with Jiang Fan's strength, he simply couldn't kill Mid-Stage First Rank Martial Artist.
After leaving the Police Bureau, Jiang Fan kept thinking about one thing.
Logically, Wei Cangyue collected the blood he vomited next to the lamppost, and after comparison, the DNA test results should have confirmed that the expert he was talking about was indeed him.
But Wei Cangyue's reaction just now clearly showed that the other party seemed unaware of this.
Jiang Fan simply couldn't understand this.
After dinner, Jiang Fan went to the cemetery management office.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw the Crazy Old Man watching the news, which was reporting on the case.
Hearing the noise, the Crazy Old Man turned his head and glanced at him.
"Your injuries are all healed?"
Jiang Fan's pupils trembled and dilated as he stared intently at the Crazy Old Man.
Ignoring Jiang Fan's inner turmoil, the Crazy Old Man took a sip of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and said, "You're quite something, kid. To actually kill Mid-Stage First Rank Martial Artist is truly impressive."
The Crazy Old Man spoke in a very ordinary tone, as if he were chatting with someone.
It's like asking, "Have you eaten today? I've already eaten."
However, these calm words, when they reached Jiang Fan's ears, were like an ice cube falling into a boiling oil pan, instantly exploding.
The Crazy Old Man frowned in displeasure as he saw Jiang Fan standing motionless. "What are you all standing there for? Can't you see I only have wine, no food? Hurry up, there's some pork belly I bought today in the fridge. I want braised pork."
Jiang Fan walked in blankly, and when he reached the kitchen door, he couldn't hold back any longer.
How did you know?
The Crazy Old Man pointed to his eyes. "Nonsense, of course I saw it."
Jiang Fan was at a loss for words to respond to such a confident answer.
The Crazy Old Man, "But you still need to be more careful next time. If I hadn't secretly switched your blood and replaced it with chicken blood, you probably would have been exposed by now."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan suddenly understood.
No wonder Wei Cangyue didn't know he was the so-called master after the DNA comparison results came out.
"So you've always known I'm Spirit Master?"
"Um."
When did you find out?
Jiang Fan thought he had hidden himself very well and shouldn't have given himself away, but the Crazy Old Man still saw through him. So he wanted to find out exactly where he had slipped up, so he could be more careful in the future.
The Crazy Old Man: "You were sent by Yan Tianyang. He called me and told me that the person he sent was Spirit Master."
Jiang Fan frowned. "I'm very curious, who exactly is Yan Tianyang?"
Hearing this, the Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Keep pretending, let's see how long you can keep it up?"
Jiang Fan "..."
Jiang Fan realized that the Crazy Old Man had misunderstood deeply, and that the person Yan Tianyang had sent was probably also a Spirit Master.
"I want to say, you've really misunderstood. I really wasn't sent by Yan Tianyang."
The Crazy Old Man gave him a look, letting him figure it out himself.
Jiang Fan "..."
Forget it, Jiang Fan doesn't intend to continue this topic.
It wasn't that he didn't want to explain, but based on his understanding of the Crazy Old Man, he figured that no matter how he explained, the other party wouldn't believe him.
When Yan Tianyang's men arrived, without him saying much, the Crazy Old Man knew he had been misunderstanding all along.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Fan asked, "Why do you want to help me?"
The Crazy Old Man waved the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in his hand. "You make me a snack to go with my drinks, and I'll help you cover it up. That's fair."
Even though the Crazy Old Man made it sound like a transaction, Jiang Fan was still very grateful to him.
On television, reporters were still reporting, "There were five criminals in total; three were killed, and the remaining two have been arrested."
Jiang Fan turned his gaze from the television to the Crazy Old Man. "I noticed that one of the thugs has a scale and a sword tattooed on his chest, and their codenames are also strange. The Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist is called Bing 78, and the other is called Ding 123. They should belong to the same organization. Do you know their background?"
Jiang Fan had always thought that the Crazy Old Man was a very mysterious and unfathomable person, so he thought that maybe the old man knew about this matter.
The Crazy Old Man said, "They are members of the Church of Justice, a group of people who call themselves Apostles of Justice."
"Justice? That name certainly has a lot of antonyms," Jiang Fan said.
The Crazy Old Man: "Hey! You know what, over a hundred years ago, when the Church of Justice was first established, they did good deeds everywhere and had a very good reputation. They really lived up to the word 'justice'."
This surprised Jiang Fan greatly. "Is that so? Then why are you doing this kidnapping other people's children?"
"This all started 18 years ago when the Holy Lord, the head of the Church of Justice, suddenly disappeared. The Pope took over the administration, and since then, the Church of Justice has been using the guise of 'justice' to commit evil everywhere, all while claiming that it's all for a better future and to build a happy world."
"Then they—" Jiang Fan was about to ask something more when the Crazy Old Man stopped him.
"Your strength is pitifully low right now; you haven't even embarked on the formal path of martial arts. These things are not for you to concern yourself with. If you encounter these people again in the future, don't get carried away and rush in to fight. If you want to live longer, stay away from them as much as possible. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Jiang Fan replied.
The Crazy Old Man didn't doubt Jiang Fan's words. If Jiang Fan were truly a passionate young man, he wouldn't hide the fact that he was Spirit Master.
He waved his hand. "Go and cook."
After finishing his work at the Crazy Old Man's house, Jiang Fan immediately opened the system panel, ready to use the points he had just earned to participate in the lottery.
Yesterday he won the lottery six times in a row. If he wins four more times today, he will be promoted to Late-Stage Martial Apprentice.
The lottery wheel spun, and Jiang Fan waited expectantly for the result.
However, the familiar sound of a suona horn rang out.
[Ding, you didn't win. My condolences, Master.]
Jiang Fan had a bad feeling after the initial setback.
Click the lottery draw again.
[Ding, you didn't win again. Don't cry, Master, here's a hug.]
continue!
[Ding! Poor master...]
continue!!!
After clicking ten times in a row without winning, Jiang Fan decided to give up on trying to spin the lottery wheel, as he had already used up 1000 points.
He felt his luck wasn't very good today, so he decided to save it for tomorrow.
"Aren't you going hiking today, kid?" The Crazy Old Man tossed a peanut into his mouth.
Jiang Fan turned his gaze away from the system panel, stood up, and said, "I'm going."
Although he can now obtain Qi and Blood Fruit through a lottery and enjoy the benefits once and for all, he feels that he still cannot neglect his training.