I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"A water-based Psychic watering my vegetable garden?" This sounded utterly absurd, yet when Ye Yin spoke of it, it somehow took on the air of Versailles literature.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you oddballs anymore," Zhang Menglong felt it would take him a long time to digest all this—if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he might even suspect he was going insane.

"Hold on, since when have you been protecting me?" Zhang Menglong suddenly thought of this question. "Before you turned 10, it was my father who protected you. Since then, it has always been me," Ye Yin said.

"You've been following me for over a decade?" Zhang Menglong's mouth dropped open. To think that a living, breathing person had stood guard over him for so many years without him realizing.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, do you remember a car accident from three years ago?" Ye Yin asked.

"Three years ago?" Zhang Menglong's thoughts immediately returned to his freshman year, and suddenly, a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes, "Was it you who protected me?"

"Yes," Ye Yin nodded.

"No wonder! I thought some ancestor had manifested to protect me from the unknown." Zhang Menglong finally showed a look of realization.

Three years ago was his first time coming to Jiangnan City to study, and because he had arrived in this city full of novelties, Zhang Menglong often went out to explore with his roommates in tow.

One time, they returned very late, and since everyone was quite exhausted, their attention was somewhat scattered. At an intersection, a truck sped towards them at at least 80 mph—if it had hit them, none of them would have survived.

But miraculously, the truck took flight two meters in front of them, flipping over their heads and crashing to the ground while Zhang Menglong even felt the strong gust of wind caused by the impact force.

Later, the driver was found to have been drunk driving, and they narrowly escaped unscathed, but the scene lingered in Zhang Menglong's memory to this day.

"Isn't that a bit over the top?" Now that Zhang Menglong knew it was Ye Yin who had saved him, he found it hard to believe that someone shorter than himself could possess that kind of strength.

Could it really be like the novel "Infinite Terror" that he had unlocked human potential and gained powers beyond ordinary comprehension?

"That's ridiculous!" Zhang Menglong slapped his own face, only believing it wasn't a dream after feeling the stinging pain.

"Hold on, if you've been following me for over a decade, then do you... do you know everything about me?" Zhang Menglong was still a virgin, so he didn't have any particular acts he feared to be witnessed.

But since middle school, cough cough, as a youth brimming with virility, Zhang Menglong had researched quite a bit of physiological knowledge, claiming he had watched countless videos wouldn't be an exaggeration—Ye Yin hadn't seen all those scenes, had he?

"You can rest assured, Mr. Zhang, I will absolutely not speak of things I shouldn't, and I promise, I will not see things I'm not supposed to see."

"Who's my favorite teacher?"

"Kana Momonogi!"

"What's the number for the last video I watched?"

"Siro-1xxx!"

"And you say you didn't see anything?"

"Why the hell is your face turning red?" Zhang Menglong knew Ye Yin had seen it all when he saw the blush spread across his face. No, even if he hadn't seen, he must have heard.

"Mr. Zhang, Ye Yin's family has been with yours for over three thousand years, his loyalty to you is assured," Hong Yi, red-faced but still vouching for Ye Yin, chimed in.

"Holy moly, over three thousand years?" That meant since the Western Zhou Dynasty, his ancestors had been mixed up with his own family—it was like they were the old guard.

"No wonder he looks at me that way," Zhang Menglong seemed to understand a bit.

"Alright, from now on, don't look at what you shouldn't, got it?"

"Understood." Ye Yin nodded, his figure gradually fading from Zhang Menglong's sight.

"Tsk tsk tsk, really impressive. If only I could be that awesome," Zhang Menglong sighed.

"Mr. Zhang, you'll have your day."

"Huh?" Zhang Menglong didn't understand.

"None of your ancestors were ordinary people, and you're no exception."

"I almost believed you," Zhang Menglong curled his lip. If there were some kind of secret manual or treasure at home, his parents should have given it to him before they left. Could he really just mutate his genes and become a superhero out of the blue?

"Mr. Zhang, we've arrived," Jiangnan City is only about a hundred kilometers from Gusu. For this helicopter, it's just a matter of minutes.

"I do want to see what kind of thing would dare to commit crimes so brazenly." Zhang Menglong's pressure dropped suddenly. Since the frequent occurrences of teacher misconduct in schools over the past few years, the supervision by the relevant departments has intensified. Logically, those teachers should all be behaving themselves, keeping their tails between their legs.

It was surprising to see someone still daring to be so bold. Experience new stories on empire

"Mr. Zhang, do you want to take care of it?"

"Since when did you become so violent?" Zhang Menglong glanced at Hong Yi. It was the first time he knew Hong Yi had this side to her. Was she ready to get rid of people just like that?

It wasn't that Zhang Menglong was indecisive or anything. For someone living in a harmonious society, even if they had the power of life and death, they wouldn't challenge the norms of society and morality so quickly, right?

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"Do you have information on that person?"

"Yes," Hong Yi seemed to have all the information memorized, "Bai Shengwu, a professor of pop singing at the Music College of Gusu University, 44 years old. He has been teaching at Gusu University for 15 years and has harassed over a hundred female students to date."

"Scumbag!" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but curse, "Hasn't anyone reported this man?"

"Bai Shengwu generally selects very timid girls as his targets and usually those who are undergraduate students or graduate students. He often has something on them, so most people, even if they suffer some physical or verbal abuse, don't dare to speak out."

"Hasn't anyone been, you know, by him?"

"Yes, there have been seven victims, and there are photos or videos of the incidents. You know, for a girl's family, their reputation is more important than anything. So they chose to let it rot inside rather than let others know."

"Good lord, a habitual offender." Zhang Menglong hated these kinds of people the most. Clearly, this beast's behavior was even more disgusting than Ding Yuxi's. How could such a person be fit to teach?

"How's Yiyi?" Zhang Menglong added another question.

"Miss Lu is fine. When Bai Shengwu was about to make a move, the person responsible for protecting Miss Lu knocked him out. Of course, Miss Lu won't find out how he passed out."

"That's good. Keep these matters from Yiyi for now."

"Yes."

"However, murder is not the answer, but it is necessary to let him know the dangers of society," Zhang Menglong said, "Ye Yin, I have a task for you."

By the time Zhang Menglong finished explaining the task, Hong Yi couldn't help but blush and feel embarrassed. Zhang Menglong was not just cunning; he was shameless!

"Did you understand?"

"Understood, Mr. Zhang." Ye Yin's voice emerged softly beside Zhang Menglong, "But isn't this task a bit too perverse?"

"Against a pervert, a perverted method is needed. Once you finish this task, you'll get a raise. Go on!"

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