After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 304

Ni Yangzhou opened his mouth slightly:

"Even the Soul Seizing Technique doesn't work?"

In the first few small worlds, ordinary people can use the simplest magic tricks successfully if they have enough talent and proficiency.

"No. All spells have no effect on me."

Ni Yangzhou looked at the face of the person in front of him, which was covered in shadow, and his mind suddenly twitched:

"Master, you are a true modern person in the scientific world."

After saying this, I felt that this was not a good sentence, so I smiled bitterly to show my self-mockery.

“I am a soul caught between the worlds.”

"No."

Yan Congzhi put down his hand and placed it on the handle of the wheelchair, pushing the wheelchair forward a little, closer to the table. The young man was not paying attention for a moment and his upper body leaned back, with the back of his head pressed against the man's soft clothes.

Yan Congzhi's voice came from above his head, his tone firm.

"You and I are from the same world."

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The hotpot dinner that night ended with Ni Yangzhou's "Haci Haci" sounds.

Young and strong men like spicy food, but the chef who is too old to be able to eat it cannot.

Firstly, he has poor physical fitness and might have gastrointestinal problems if he eats spicy food. Secondly, his experiences and emotions have been well tempered by the world, and he knows what he should and should not do.

Things that you shouldn't do include eating spicy food in front of your apprentices.

The spicy taste rushes into the nasal cavity, passes through the tip of the tongue with a tingling sensation, scrapes across the throat, and flows into the stomach, making the whole body hot, the hair sweating, and the face flushed.

Just like an apprentice.

So Yan Congzhi refused to eat it.

Indecent.

The apprentice was fine. He picked up the food diligently with chopsticks. It was obviously a shuangxiang pot, but he only picked up the food from the spicy soup. After putting down his chopsticks after seeing that he had not used much, the young man would introduce the food to him while he ate, telling him the special taste of the food, trying to arouse his appetite.

The apprentice loves to eat kelp and oyster mushrooms, they taste fresh, just like him.

Kind of cute.

But Yan Congzhi didn't say anything.

He watched his apprentice become more energetic as he ate, his stomach became fatter, and his lips turned red and gradually became moist.

He wants to bring more apprentices to eat hotpot.

Ni Yangzhou had no idea what the person in front of him was thinking, the young man just felt it was a pity.

The master in this world is finally able to eat some modern food. I have been a native for many years, and these are the foods I like and want to share with others.

There is neither the threat of zombies nor the oppression of poverty here.

Unfortunately, the master was in poor health, and Ni Yangzhou could only rack his brains to explain it to the master.

Tell me which ones are delicious.

Talk about the things he loves.

Sharing everything he once thought was real life and his cherished experiences.

He had a feeling that he wouldn't stay long.

Before leaving, the two finally made a plan before eating the leftovers.

Investigate first, look at the situation, change conditions, observe changes, and set goals.

After determining the mission objective, stop struggling and wait for death.

I don’t know how or how he died.

Find someone in this world who can truly use magic to summon Ni Yangzhou's soul.

Let Yan Congzhi handle this matter.

Ni Yangzhou actually had a trick up his sleeve that he hadn't said yet. He still had points and experience cards. The 13.5 points were for emergencies, and the four experience cards hadn't been used yet.

He didn't say that he was restricted because he was afraid that things would change and that people would be expected but then disappointed.

The two parted at the door of Ni Yangzhou's home.

The young man tried his best to stop his master and mother from meeting, and Yan Congzhi had no choice but to walk alone under the dim street lights, with light cast on the asphalt road.

Ni Yangzhou didn't have time to inform his mother to prepare herself mentally.

Even though neither her mother nor her master had expected it, for Ni Yangzhou, this was the first meeting between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law.

Or a son-in-law meets his mother-in-law.

Or a godson meeting his godmother...

Whatever, no matter what the name is, the young man feels that this meeting should not be so hasty.

There will be more opportunities. I will prepare for my mother when I go back today.

Only after the slender figure disappeared at the end of the alley did Ni Yangzhou raise his hand and knock on the door.

After three "dong dong dong" sounds, Ni Yangzhou sat upright with his hands folded in his lap, firmly trapped in the wheelchair, ready to speak at the fastest speed in his life as soon as his mother opened the door: "I just sprained my ankle when going down the stairs. Don't worry, it will be fine in three days. I love you, mom."

If he suddenly jumped and opened the door, it would be easier to scare his mother.

It was a bungalow on the first floor. The table lamp in the side room was still on. It must be my mother working hard, rolling the fabric that she would never finish rolling.

"Dong dong dong" Suddenly, a few heavy footsteps were heard, and Ni Yangzhou held the handle of the wheelchair tightly with one hand.

"Huh? This is it?"

A middle-aged man with a dark face appeared. He was wearing a pair of uniform pants that were neither blue nor gray, a belt around his waist, and a shirt that was soaked with sweat.

When his eyes met Ni Yangzhou's alert eyes, and then he saw the wheelchair under the young man, he was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't get startled, he just turned around and shouted:

"Ms. Sang, is your son back?"

His mother inside seemed to be busy and couldn't get away, so she only responded once. Ni Yangzhou heard the voice and loosened the pen in his pocket.

The man nodded and greeted Ni Yangzhou:

"You look really energetic, kid! I'm Zhao Qing. I just moved in not long ago. I just came to help move some things."

Ni Yangzhou had an innocent smile on his face, and it was hard to tell that just a few seconds ago he was still estimating the chances of successfully sticking a pen directly into the other person's eyeball.

"Hello, Uncle Zhao! Thank you for your help. I will definitely come to thank you someday.

It’s so late, do you need me to take you there? Will your aunt be worried? "

As long as you are not deaf, you can hear that someone is chasing you away.

When Zhao Qing heard the other party say "see you off", his eyes fell on the young man's wheelchair. He understood it very well, but as is his usual character, he decided to see him off and lend a hand.

"Oh, there is no such thing as an aunt. Who would like an old thing like me?"

That was an exaggeration. Although Zhao Qing looked to be in his forties, with traces of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he was still handsome overall. He didn't have a beer belly and wasn't too tall, but he had maintained a good figure. His shirt drooped on his arms, and one could see the muscles bulging from the exertion.

Before he finished speaking, he leaned over, lifted Ni Yangzhou's wheelchair, and pushed him directly into the house.