When he saw Manager Qian, Lin Feng felt a little dizzy and secretly wondered why this man was so haunted. I kept pestering myself for a long time during the day, but now I have brought so many people here.
At the same time, Lin Feng saw that among the twelve people brought by Manager Qian, there were actually two fourth-level practitioners, and the rest were all third-level practitioners. I was secretly shocked at the strength of Manager Qian. Not long after they separated, he was able to find so many practitioners, and the level was not low. It seemed that Manager Qian had a wide network of contacts.
"Lin Feng, who are they?"
Dou Yuxin, who was behind Lin Feng, saw more than ten people coming at once, and the leader seemed to be very polite to Lin Feng, so she asked curiously.
Since I met Lin Feng, I have never seen him interact with anyone acquainted with him. Now there are so many people appearing all of a sudden. According to Dou Yuxin's feeling, these people should all be practitioners. Therefore, it is normal to be a little curious.
"It turns out that the sect leader's surname is Lin. Come on, why don't you hurry up and meet the sect leader Lin?"
After listening to Dou Yuxin's words, Manager Qian suddenly realized that he had really forgotten to ask Lin Feng's name before. So he hurriedly turned around and said to the practitioners behind him.
"Meet the sect master!"
The twelve practitioners behind Manager Qian all saluted Lin Feng with a respectful attitude.
To Lin Feng's surprise, the prestige of Manager Qian seemed to be quite high. Normally, as a cultivator, one would disdain ordinary people. Unexpectedly, these cultivators could obey Manager Qian's words. This was beyond Lin Feng's expectation.
"I didn't promise to be your sect leader."
Lin Feng was very depressed. He had never promised Manager Qian to be the leader of the Qing Sect. But now that the second apocalypse has broken out, Manager Qian still clings to this matter, which makes Lin Feng a little annoyed.
"This child is Ling Nanshan's grandson. If you want him to be the master, let him be the master."
Lin Feng ducked sideways, revealing Ling Tian behind him. Ling Nanshan was the former leader of the Qing Sect, and he is now dead. It is natural for his grandson to be the head of this sect.
"The ancestral teachings say that only the owner of the Panlong Chuan is the master of the Qing Sect."
Manager Qian walked up to Lin Feng, glanced at Ling Tian next to him, leaned close to Lin Feng, and whispered something.
It seems that this matter is to ensure the safety of the sect owner, and only a few people in the Qing sect can know about it. Even for the practitioners behind him, Manager Qian obviously didn't want them to know.
"Then I give him the Panlong Chuan, right?"
After listening to Manager Qian's words, Lin Feng spoke.
"The ancestral teachings say that unless one dies, the Panlong Chuan cannot be transferred to others."
Squinting his eyes, Manager Qian said with a half-smile.
“…”
Lin Feng suddenly felt a little powerless. What bullshit ancestral teachings had trapped him tightly. It seemed that even if things were better a hundred years ago, the situation would be like this now, Lin Feng cursed in his heart.
"Dong Wu, let's go."
Lin Feng is now unable to argue with Manager Qian. Seeing that the second apocalypse has come, he has no time to argue with others here.
Lin Feng led Dong Wu and Dou Yuxin through the lobby of the emergency center and walked outside the door. After being cleaned up by Manager Qian and others, the zombies at the door have been cleared away. There were only some ordinary zombies in the distance, chasing people who were fleeing in panic.
"Protect the sect master!"
Just after Lin Feng and the others went out, Manager Qian rushed out of the emergency center with the twelve practitioners. Manager Qian gave a loud shout, which was very impressive.
Twelve cultivators heard what Manager Qian said and surrounded the four of them, Lin Feng. There were two level 4 cultivators in front and behind, and the other level 3 cultivators surrounded the four. Half of these practitioners put away their guns and took out their long knives, as if they were ready.
Seeing Manager Qian's heroic self, Lin Feng felt dumbfounded. Lin Feng was very annoyed by Manager Qian's entanglement, but he couldn't just shoot him to death. Lin Feng really had nothing to do with him now, so he had no choice but to ignore him.
"Let's go and ignore him."
After Lin Feng finished speaking, he led Dong Wu and others to the parking place. There was an ordinary zombie in the car. When he saw Lin Feng coming, his instinctive desire for food made the zombie rush towards Lin Feng.
Lin Feng raised the knife and chopped off the zombie's head as soon as he reached it. Dealing with ordinary zombies was as easy as chopping vegetables for Lin Feng.
"Great job Master!"
Manager Qian who was following Lin Feng and the others did not forget to flatter them at this time.
With no time to pay attention to Manager Qian, Lin Feng and others got into the car. Lin Feng started the car and drove towards the hospital gate.
"Hurry up and protect the sect master!"
Seeing Lin Feng get into the car, Manager Qian gave the order and got into four cars with the twelve practitioners. The styles and colors of the four cars are all the same. It is not easy to assemble the same vehicles in the apocalypse.
From the emergency center to the hospital gate, ordinary zombies keep appearing in the city. In order to prevent the car from being hit by zombies and breaking down, Lin Feng avoided these zombies as much as possible.
After leaving the hospital gate, Lin Feng drove the car to the street and drove in the direction of renting a house.
The whole street was in chaos, with people running away and zombies looking for living people. The Nanshan base has a large population, with more than 300,000 people, and there will definitely be a lot of zombies produced.
While avoiding zombies, Lin Feng also kept observing the situation around him. Gunshots were everywhere on the street, and Lin Feng didn't want his car to be hit by a stray bullet. Lin Feng himself is a level 5 practitioner and is not afraid of bullets at all, but there are three people in the car. Even Dou Yuxin, a level 3 practitioner, guns are still a threat to him, not to mention Dong Wu, who is an ordinary person.
"It's really haunting!"
While observing the surrounding situation, Lin Feng noticed through the rearview mirror that there were four cars following his car along the way. Without even thinking about it, it must be that annoying guy from the money manager. Even after leaving the hospital, he still followed behind him. The dark and slightly bloated face of Manager Qian appeared in his mind, and Lin Feng was also drunk.
Pressing the accelerator to the bottom, Lin Feng's car sped forward like a sharp sword. Lin Feng wanted to completely get rid of this annoying guy, Manager Qian.
Large-displacement cars have obvious advantages. Through the rearview mirror, you can see that the car behind you is getting further and further away. In just ten seconds, the four cars disappeared from the rearview mirror.
"call!"
Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief when he saw the motorcade that had ditched Manager Qian. Continue driving forward while observing your surroundings.
"drop!"
At this moment, the apocalypse watch on Lin Feng's wrist rang.
"Master, please open slowly and pay attention to safety!"
Raising his arm and seeing a message displayed on the apocalypse watch, Lin Feng was startled and almost drove the car out of the street.
Manager Qian actually knew the contact information of Lin Feng’s Doomsday Biao!
(End of chapter)