A Mistaken Judgment

Inside the Zhang Household family villa, Zhang Xuezhou was still diligently writing.

The human brain is limitless, but the portion that humans can control and develop is limited.

Even though Zhang Xuezhou was skilled in memory, the vast amount of information he had to recall over several days was still overwhelming for him, and everything he experienced in the Xieluosi River Holy Land was also stimulating for him.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to do anything at the moment; he just wanted to finish transcribing all these memories and then clear his mind.

He didn't want his future to be like Ren Anran's, experiencing amnesia from time to time.

"Perhaps I should also pursue Mental Strengthening!"

Zhang Xuezhou hadn't felt anything before, but this experience gave him a sense of crisis ahead of time.

It was like the ominous premonition he had on his way to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Clearly, Zhang Xuezhou has indeed encountered misfortune.

No matter how many small gains he made, they couldn't outweigh the consequences of the Venerable One's poor judgment in using his performance as proof.

One mistake, and the whole game is lost.

Barring any unforeseen benefits, his alternate account is already useless, and none of the current learning materials can save Zhang Xuezhou.

Any pioneering and innovative endeavor obviously carries high risks.

Ren Yisheng ruined himself, while Zun Shang ruined Zhang Xuezhou.

"Unlucky!"

Just like Daojun, Zhang Xuezhou uttered a complaint, his pen moving rapidly, pages of draft paper taking shape under his pen like dragons and phoenixes dancing.

Whether he understands it or not, for someone like him who forces himself to memorize, everything that enters his mind will be copied down.

Zhang Xuezhou was also relieved that he only had something similar to hyperthymesia, rather than true hyperthymesia.

He can take shorthand, but he is not incapable of forgetting.

If he doesn't use it often, he'll forget about it over time.

The decline in short-term memory lasts about a week.

He couldn't stop for a moment.

"Don't bother me, give me two more hours!"

The soft sound of the door opening came from inside, and Zhang Xuezhou casually replied.

This Zuo Lianguang, who was checking the situation, completely astonished.

This was the first time he had ever been ignored like this, and the first time he had ever been rejected like this.

If he weren't afraid of disturbing Chang Kongluo, he would have picked up the little thing and slapped it twice to wake it up.

"What utter nonsense is this?!"

After glancing at Zhang Xuezhou's handwriting, Zuo Lianguang thought that while the handwriting was nice, it was obviously useless to scribble randomly.

He mentally sneered, then quietly stepped back to check the other areas.

"That old bastard really did kidnap someone. That kid was probably writing coded messages. Zhu Haishan and Wen Yishan stumbled upon him and were then detained here by Chang Kongluo and can't leave!"

In the hall, Zhu Haishan looked blank, Wen Yishan held his head in his hands, and Chang Kongluo paced back and forth.

A few thoughts crossed Zuo Lianguang's mind.

But he didn't understand what Chang Kongluo needed, or what Zhang Xuezhou was writing about.

"Could it be that this old man was planning to contact others while being monitored, which is why he made that kid keep writing and writing, while Zhu Haishan..."

"Who?"

Countless thoughts raced through Zuo Lianguang's mind as he moved silently, his body grazing like an eagle on a tree trunk.

However, this level of performance still alerted Chang Kongluo, which made Zuo Lianguang realize the huge difference brought about by the sequence ranking.

But as long as Chang Kongluo goes mad and loses his mind, Zuo Lianguang believes he will surely win.

After all, he was a normal person, while Chang Kongluo was not. After losing his mind, he could only rely on his physical instincts to fight and could not exert his full strength at all.

His claws quickly bent like hooks, and with a powerful push, Zuo Lianguang swooped down from the height like an eagle.

He didn't climb to a high place out of boredom; rather, he could exert his strength when he was at a high point.

"Left..."

Before Chang Kongluo could even utter his astonishment, Zuo Lianguang had already plummeted through the air and grabbed at Chang Kongluo with both hands.

"You bald old man, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Left bald spot?"

Having narrowly escaped Zuo Lianguang's attack, Chang Kongluo looked utterly astonished.

He was both anxious and angry, and he even called out Zuo Lianguang's nickname.

"You heartless old bastard! I was the one who begged someone to treat your alopecia back then, and now you don't even recognize me?" Chang Kongluo cursed.

"This... this... is this okay?"

As Zuo Lianguang flipped to the side and braced himself for another aerial attack, he felt a slight sense of unease.

Zuo Teng's judgment was clearly flawed.

Being able to call him by his nickname and recount some of his past events, Chang Kongluo clearly hasn't fallen into the madness of his twilight years.

Zuo Lianguang's eyes gleamed as he stared intently at Chang Kongluo, noticing that the other's eyes were clear and unclouded.

He pointed to his own head, then to Zhu Haishan and Wen Yishan.

You're the one who's out of your mind!

Chang Konglu cursed.

He was also grateful that besides himself, Zhu Haishan and Wen Yishan were in the villa. If these witnesses weren't enough, he could go upstairs and pull up the sleeping young woman to testify.

That's how big the troubles are when you get old.

He lacked a sufficiently compelling witness at the Jishi Medical Center in the Academy District, and subsequently made a mess of his life.

Chang Kongluo clearly did not want things to repeat themselves.

He's already considered someone confined to his old age mansion; if he causes another problem, he'll be permanently banned from going out, never even getting a chance to get some fresh air.

"Don't come near me, just looking at you annoys me," Chang Kongluo waved his hand and said, "Only when you move into the mansion will we be on the same page!"

"Cut!"

Zuo Lianguang snorted.

He was there to loot the bodies and make money; he never intended to go in himself.

If someone verbally agrees but then delays, time simply passes.

He occasionally ceded a little bit of power to Zuo Jin and Zuo Quan, and he still lived a very comfortable life in the Zuo Household.

"Martial arts... martial arts!"

Zuo Lianguang swooped down swiftly and silently; not only did Wen Yishan miss it, but Zhu Haishan also failed to see it.

Wen Yishan only snapped out of his daze when Chang Kongluo stood a few meters away in a corner talking to Zuo Lianguang.

He looked at Chang Zuo Lianguang, who was lying on the ground in an odd position. He felt that Zuo Lianguang's posture was quite stylish.

Wen Yishan is neither a member of the ancient martial arts world nor a member of the Gene Fighting Technique system, but he still possesses basic judgment.

Zuo Lianguang's prone posture may seem inelegant, but it actually evokes the feeling of pine roots intertwined, yet also conveys a sense of extreme lightness.

This sensation is extremely contradictory; Zuo Lianguang seems impossible to pull, yet he could also fly away in an instant.

This is a feeling that even their martial arts instructors never gave Wen Yishan.

After exclaiming twice in surprise, Wen Yishan's eyes lit up.

"Sir, would you be interested in joining our production team? I think you have the aura of Xiang Wentian, the King of Heaven," Wen Yishan invited. "If you could join the team, I could reshoot everything related to this role!"

"What film crew? What Heavenly King Xiang Wentian? What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying!"

Zuo Lianguang kept complaining.

He made a misjudgment, and was now in an extremely awkward situation.

If he could take a mistake as fact, he would dare to do something that was already a fait accompli, but Zuo Lianguang was self-aware and knew very well that he couldn't beat Chang Kongluo in a real fight.

If he angers Chang Kongluo, he might be beaten to death in this villa.

He used Wen Yishan's words to cover up his embarrassment, and began to relax his body, which was lying on the ground, and slowly stood up.

This inevitably brought a sigh of relief to Chang Kongluo, who was using the wall as a shield.

Zuo Lianguang wasn't confident he could defeat Chang Kongluo, but Chang Kongluo couldn't easily make a move at the moment.

Unless Zuo Lianguang is truly willing to risk his life, Chang Kongluo has no way to get serious.