I am a teacher in heaven

Chapter 69
At that moment, Qin Lang trembled suddenly, as if thinking of something.

He hurriedly took out the lucky bag from his arms, and took out the blood-stained scissors inside.

"That's right!"

"It should be right!"

Qin Lang murmured.

The evil blood on the scissors is the same as the blood of the monster seen at the bottom of the river today.

In other words.

The blood stains on the scissors belong to the monster.

But it fell into the hands of four dead men.

More importantly, these four dead men were still chasing and killing the only survivor in the previous three ship capsizing incidents.

This matter became more and more clear.

However, Qin Lang can be sure.

The capsizing incident was no accident.

Moreover, it wasn't entirely caused by the underwater monster.

At least, judging from the current situation, some people were also involved.

The people behind the four dead men must also have their hands stained with the blood of the victims of the capsized boat...

Who are they?

Qin Lang didn't know.

He turned off the TV and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room.

The villa of Zhang Nanzhi's family is very large.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, Qin Lang could see the front yard.

Zhang Nanzhi is watering the flowers.

Those flowers were planted by Zhang Chengshan himself before his death.

Qin Lang shook his head, turned around, and was about to go downstairs to find Zhang Nanzhi.

But suddenly.

Qin Lang paused and stopped.

On the wall in front, there is a picture hanging.

In the photo, a handsome man and a beautiful woman are smiling.

Qin Lang knew that this was a photo of Zhang Nanzhi's parents.

But the reason why Qin Lang was stunned was not that.

But...

The moment he saw the photo, he immediately thought of the bottom of the Xijiang River.

After he injured the big monster with Samadhi True Fire, the latter continued to approach him at an unabated speed.

Seeing despair, with no chance of escape.

Two figures suddenly appeared under the water.

At that time, the sediment at the bottom of the water was stirred up, Qin Lang couldn't see it clearly at all, he could only see a general idea.

When he came back, he was still wondering if the two figures were dazzled by him.

Because after a while, it disappeared.

Afterwards, he left Xijiang, and did not see those two figures climbing up again.

Qin Lang was still wondering.

Right now, when he saw the photo hanging on the wall, Qin Lang suddenly understood.

Those two figures who stopped the big monster and gave themselves a chance...

Isn't it the two in the photo frame in front of you?
Qin Lang's body was completely stunned at this moment.

It was Zhang Nanzhi's parents who saved him.

After a long time, he bowed and thanked the photo.

……

"Have you washed it?"

Seeing Qin Lang come out after changing his clothes, Zhang Nanzhi also put down the water pipe that was watering the flowers, and walked towards this side.

Qin Lang nodded, looking at the strong and brilliant flowers in the yard, suddenly felt a little sour in his heart.

"Nan Zhi, then..."

"Stop talking!"

Zhang Nanzhi waved her hand and walked towards the house. She had just taken two steps when there was a sudden pause. She turned around and smiled at Qin Lang.

"Actually... I had doubts about the death of my parents for a long time. During the period when Mao Po controlled me, I asked Qiu Meng to investigate, and he found my mother's attending doctor!"

"I've investigated the general things, and I can guess some things. Today you gave me my medical certificate and suicide note, which is considered to have fulfilled one of my wishes. As for the others, you don't need to say any more!"

"Let me keep a good impression of the Zhou family for the last time!"

"Thank you!"

Qin Lang was stunned.

True.

It hurts the most when the truth is revealed.

Although, the wrong person in this matter is not the Zhou family.

But it is inevitable that there will be grudges.

Sometimes it's good to be confused.

……

Leaving Zhang Nanzhi's villa.

On the way home, Qin Lang received a message from Qiu Qingshui.

"Are you free? I'll meet you and I'll give you a big gift!"

Qin Lang was thinking about how to deal with the big monster under the Xijiang River, and how to dig out the person behind the monster.

"Tonight!"

Qin Lang replied.

"Okay, see you there!"

Qiu Qingshui said.

On the car going back, Qin Lang came to Tiangong.

He drew the rough outline of the monster's head based on his memory.

As soon as the painting was finished, some students raised their hands.

"Teacher, the old turtle you drew is too ugly, isn't it?"

It's Nezha.

Qin Lang suddenly had black lines.

"What? I just drew a head, and you recognized it as Lao Yuan?"

"That's not!"

Nezha said proudly, "I think back then, when I stripped the third prince of the East China Sea, he had a 9000-year-old turtle under his hands!"

"It's a pity that that guy, in addition to his age and hardened tortoise shell, his fighting ability is not as good as that of a shrimp soldier and crab general. He has lived on a tortoise shell for so many years!"

Nezha shook his head while talking, "No need to beat me!"

Qin Lang's eyes lit up when he heard it.

In this way, the monster under the Xijiang River is an old turtle that has lived for countless years?

Qin Lang coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Okay, since that's the case, let me ask you, how old should an old turtle with a head the size of a house live?"

He originally meant to say trucks.

But I gave them a class by myself, and I didn't talk about trucks, so I changed the wording because I was afraid that they wouldn't understand it for a while.

"house……"

Nezha tilted his head and thought for a while, "Well, it should be at least 1000 years old!"

While talking, Nezha jumped onto the table and gestured with his hands, "The nine-thousand-year-old old man back then had a head that was comparable to a mountain. When he moved, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the sea water poured in. I, Stepping on the hot wheel, holding a fire-pointed gun, opening the way in the circle of heaven and earth, directly smashing his tortoise shell, and then..."

Looking at Nezha's saliva, Qin Lang suddenly felt that this kid has the potential of a storyteller.

"Then let me ask you again, how to deal with this thousand-year-old turtle?"

Qin Lang stared at Nezha.

Nezha lifted his chin slightly, and said proudly, "That's simple. If you encounter this kind of offal, just shoot it through with a sharp gun and make it into a roasted turtle. The taste is delicious..."

"I mean, I'm going to deal with that thousand-year-old turtle!" Qin Lang corrected.

Nezha said, "Well, that's also delicious, but the one who said that will become that thousand-year-old turtle!"

Dare to face that old turtle, only to be given a barbecue?
Seeing that Qin Lang seemed a little unconvinced, Nezha said unceremoniously, "Teacher, I didn't say that, in terms of knowledge, a hundred thousand-year-old turtles can't compare with you, but if you fight, 1 of you are not enough for a thousand years." The old turtle is stuck between his teeth!"

Qin Lang was even more embarrassed.

Originally, I wanted to find out a way to deal with that old turtle in this class, so as to get revenge.

As a result, what I never expected to usher in was such realistic despair.

Qin Lang looked straight at the students in the audience and held back for a long time before he said three words.

(End of this chapter)