Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1371 - 662:

The car door clicked open.

"Come in, don’t be shy."

Cheng Jiashu had one hand on the steering wheel, turned his head, and greeted.

Fang Cheng didn’t hesitate, casually tossed the heavy duffel bag into the car, then stretched his long legs and stepped inside.

But he didn’t pull the passenger-side door; instead, he directly opened the back door, confidently occupying the spacious rear sofa seat.

His demeanor was as if he had turned the multi-millionaire pop star into a personal chauffeur.

Cheng Jiashu lifted his gaze, looked at the man in the backseat through the rearview mirror, his lips curving slightly:

"Seven days of military training, why do you look like you’ve been to prison? I see your skin is much darker, not as genteel as before."

"About the same, there’s hardly any difference with prison."

Fang Cheng leaned back against the leather sofa, stretched his arms out comfortably.

The joints in his spine and shoulders cracked loudly in a series of pops.

Like a beast newly freed, baring its fangs, the confined car space felt even more oppressive.

Cheng Jiashu remained unfazed, pressing the accelerator.

The sports car’s engine growled deeply, quickly departing from the Special Search Team’s coastal base.

"Want me to recommend you a cream?"

He steered the car while finding a topic:

"I use it all the time, works fast. It’s packed with niacinamide whitening essence for deep moisturizing and restoring dullness."

"No need, I still think a man looks better with a tan."

Fang Cheng sank back completely into the soft sofa seat, adjusting to a comfortable sitting posture.

Then he lifted his eyelids, looking to the front:

"By the way, when did you get discharged? Is your health fully recovered?"

Cheng Jiashu turned the steering wheel, merging onto the main road ahead, casually replied:

"On the third day of your military training, I had slept enough in the hospital, so I went through the discharge procedures."

Fang Cheng heard this, his eyes slight flicker:

"You seem to have a perfect grasp of my schedule."

Cheng Jiashu shrugged, pressed the accelerator to speed up:

"If I couldn’t even find out that much, would I still be deserving as your White Owl friend?"

Seeing him feign ignorance, Fang Cheng didn’t press further, casually asked:

"So, are you in such a hurry to find me today because something urgent happened?"

Cheng Jiashu heard this, showing a helpless expression:

"Listen to you, can’t I just purely be a friend and come around to welcome you back? Do you take me, Cheng Jiashu, as such a utilitarian person?"

Fang Cheng didn’t reply, his gaze through the rearview mirror fixed straight on the other’s eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence in the car.

The cold air from the air conditioner whistled, tousling the bangs on their foreheads.

"Alright, alright."

Cheng Jiashu sighed, raising his right hand in a gesture of surrender:

"I truly have something important that I must discuss with you in person."

"Is it about Jiang Chen?"

Fang Cheng asked.

Cheng Jiashu withdrew his smile, nodded solemnly.

"Didn’t I mention to you before, I recently collected some leads about this old ghost around West Mountain? Initially, I planned to verify and immediately inform you for a joint action, but unfortunately, I got caught, almost completely possessed by that old monster Jiang Chen."

Fang Cheng gave a slight nod.

Cheng Jiashu, after waking in the hospital, had briefly explained the course of events.

But he hadn’t detailed the specifics of the possession, nor explained why Jiang Chen specifically targeted him.

Cheng Jiashu noticed Fang Cheng’s expression through the mirror, lightly tapped the brakes, slowed the car slightly, and continued:

"Two months ago, I was chatting with the old monk from Gufeng Temple and stumbled upon some inspiration."

"After Jiang Chen turned into the Ghoul King, he continued lurking as the Great Yu General around West Mountain for a long time, so the resurrection card he secretly left behind before being sealed by the court and noble families must still be hidden in the West Mountain area."

"Following this line of thought, I centered on an archaeological site and scanned all villages and towns within a twenty-kilometer radius. Initially, there was nothing of value to find."

"Until one day, I found a damaged Buddha statue at a stall in the Black Market. Buddha statues are as common as dirt in antique shops, nothing special."

"But the thing is, the patterns on it are extremely similar to a valuable piece passed down by our Cheng Family ancestors."

"I was immediately intrigued and casually asked the stall owner. He said that some tomb raider dug it up in a remote village in West Mountain."

Cheng Jiashu turned the steering wheel, the car veering into a somewhat spacious fast lane, continued in a steady voice:

"I thought this thing was definitely connected to Jiang Chen, so I bought it and took it home for detailed study."

"But that very night, the moment my spiritual power entered the fragment, it instantly triggered a high concentration of spiritual contamination inside."

Saying this, Cheng Jiashu’s breathing quickened slightly, the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitched, as if still shaken by the memory.

"This spiritual contamination resonated with the bloodline, dragging my consciousness into the nightmare from two thousand years ago."

"You know the rest. My consciousness was trapped inside that general’s body, completely out of control, repeating the massacre of monks that Jiang Chen committed back then."

"But a shred of my sanity still struggled desperately because I could clearly feel that with each swing of the knife, each life taken, my human conscience and nature were being forcibly stripped away bit by bit."