There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 633 - 240: I Am Zhang Feng! (Part 2)

Other than their formidable skills, the more critical factor is that they're not fools.

If not, they'd provoke someone too difficult to handle, and then there'd be no 'then'.

Especially this skill of arguing and flattering is quite the trick.

He followed many people and learned that not everyone can argue; otherwise, people would see you as a contrarian and simply ignore you.

More often, arguments give people a sense of 'I finally taught you', providing comfort and a sense of achievement.

This mental joy can be highly addictive.

San Daozi used this method to learn many secrets of the martial world from Yang Shaoquan.

However, some methods tested with one's life, Yang Shaoquan wouldn't teach.

He values himself as a teacher and enjoys it, but he's not foolish enough to share everything.

Under normal circumstances, facing ordinary people, San Daozi can use coaxing and deception to extract a lot of information.

To San Daozi, everyone in the world speaks no truth, living like Yang Shaoquan with a metaphorical hat; to gain information, corresponding deception must be used.

The art of lying is a way of interpreting the truth.

San Daozi has already reaped many benefits.

…

The following day, under the plan of these two highly intelligent people, they began reconnaissance and investigation on Zhang Feng and the great thief.

It seemed complicated.

In fact, it only involved some minor disguise changes and clothing swaps, passing in front of Qianlin Hall multiple times a day.

Though they both seemed quite robust and noticeable, making concealment challenging.

However, in this world, the rich materials and high Spiritual Qi, reaching 2.6, change that.

It made many laborers, though not all brawny, at least tall and sturdy in stature.

The average height here is around 1.85 meters.

Two-meter-tall people are also not uncommon.

Even Zhang Feng, at an older age, having shrunk a bit with some cartilage gone, still stands at 1.8 meters.

Also today.

Amidst the routine reconnaissance by the two intelligent individuals.

If during their first hurried pass by the door in the morning, Zhang Feng indeed didn't notice their ominous intent.

Because Zhang Feng now lacks Spiritual Sense and relies entirely on his eyes to see.

To see something means to perceive it.

Thus, if his gaze didn't fall beyond the door at that moment, he couldn't sense others' intent to kill him.

But they passed by the door five times that day.

Although they changed disguises each time, cautiously altering their behavior.

Even Zhang Feng thought their disguises were convincing, a 'Intermediate Minor Achievement' of disguise.

Yet, their fortune and Good and Evil Value remained unchanged.

This was quite embarrassing.

So Zhang Feng, to avoid awkwardness, refrained from looking outside when they passed to avoid being noticed by them.

After all, they do have the skills.

To avoid wasting a resurrection, some respect needs to be given.

But truthfully, Zhang Feng was also a bit afraid.

For instance, during the first time, when he himself hadn't noticed them.

If they suddenly attacked in broad daylight,

he would undeniably die, wasting a resurrection opportunity.

Then, without knowing why they wanted to kill him.

First, he could waste another resurrection, attempt to ask directly, and maybe they'd tell.

Second, without asking, just arrange a corresponding countermeasure, like not going to work today.

Or rewind a day or two, or several days, then try to hide his identity.

As long as they kill him, particularly after the opening crisis.

It is surely an 'encounter battle', not a 'destined fatality', so it can be effectively avoided.

Hiding away is a good tactic.

And tonight.

When Zhang Feng glanced at the two passing by the door for the ninth time today, still holding this thought.

Seeing their fervor, they surely intended to kill him.

Honestly, Zhang Feng truly didn't know how he offended these two.

The only conclusion was enemies attracted by the great thief.

Thinking this through.

Zhang Feng looked at the great thief, who was reluctantly helping Shopkeeper Li paste wooden boards, but he couldn't be killed or let go now.

If these two planned to strike within two days, only the great thief could offer some resistance.

These two have a Constitution of about 125.

Currently, he couldn't withstand them at all.

…

At night, back in the small courtyard.

Zhang Feng immediately started making medicine, to consume once finished.

Tap tap—

Judging by the two footsteps outside the courtyard, seeming to be passing pedestrians.

Zhang Feng knew it must still be those two.

Even without seeing them, having glanced at them several times today, his hearing had been enhanced from the start.

So he remembered their appearances and footsteps.

With his understanding of human physiology, along with many real-world records of 120 Constitutions.

Zhang Feng could discern their deliberately disguised footsteps.

These two were indeed overly cautious.

Even stealthily stepping near the courtyard wall at night, using various disguises.

Currently, only the great thief, unaware, was enthusiastically practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

At this moment, Zhang Feng wondered whether to inform him in advance.

But considering the many uncertainties, he decided against it.

Don't let him use you as a shield and push you forward.

'One more day…'

At this moment.

Zhang Feng pondered and looked at his own Constitution.