After Fengshen's return, I relied on fortune-telling to connect to eight hot searches

Chapter 120 The Search in the Late Night
The cat demon disagrees.

I think Jiang Chengmian is threatening people.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengmian took out her mobile phone, found Li Yunlan's number in the contacts, and dialed it, asking him to contact someone from the Imperial Capital Demon Management Bureau to explain the situation.

The cat demon roared angrily.

The body twisted violently and struggled to get rid of the restraints, but there was no way to break through the curse mark set by Jiang Chengmian.

This curse seal is hard and indestructible, like a huge monster that cannot be shaken at all.

The cat demon couldn't break free from the shackles, swearing, swearing, and all kinds of obscenities continued.

"Noisy."

Jiang Chengmian picked out her ears.

She snapped her fingers, and the cat monster's mouth opened and closed as if it had been cursed, but no sound came out.

He Yuan gave a thumbs up, "Cheating!"

He looked at Jiang Chengmian with admiration, and while lamenting that the big guy is awesome, he pulled out the swindler he met today and smashed his corpse into pieces.

"Boom--"

Suddenly, there was a sudden thunder outside, followed by a downpour.

The torrential rain was pouring, and the rain fell on the eaves with a crackling sound, as if the eaves would be broken in the next second.

He Yuan got up and paced back and forth in the house, watching the torrential rain, frowning worriedly.

"Master, you are very capable, please help my grandfather."

Jiang Chengmian shook her head, "Only Professor He can find Xia Xiaohui."

Outside, late at night.

He Cheng staggered along the road.

I know that some cats like to hide in corners, and they will go in and look for them whenever they see a corner.

"Xiaohui, Xiaohui..."

"Xiaohui, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, a bad old man, how could you..."

"Why are you so stupid, I'll die as soon as I'm an old man, I've lived long enough anyway..."

He Cheng felt a severe pain in his heart.

That kind of pain is even more painful than lying on a hospital bed.

The world is dark, pitch black, and the heart throbs, as if the heart will stop beating in the next second.

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

Bean-sized raindrops fell and hit him. Professor He Cheng didn't wear a raincoat or an umbrella, and the heavy rain hit, but he still didn't stop looking for Xia Xiaohui.

Stop and go all the way to find.

Unknowingly, she appeared at the gate of the Imperial College of Pharmacy, drenched all over.

The guard at the gate had already fallen asleep, but when he heard the rainstorm, he remembered that the laundry had not been confiscated.

When he got up, he cursed and broke the weather, and frantically collected his clothes, only to see He Cheng, who was soaked and in a state of distress, appearing at the door.

The doorman hurried over.

"Professor He, why did you come to school in the middle of the night? Forget it, why don't you wear a raincoat and don't bring an umbrella."

"You're not young, and getting caught in the rain and catching a cold will do a lot of harm to your body. You say you're a medical student, so why don't you even pay attention to this common sense."

The doorman chattered, opened the door to He Cheng and prepared to give him an umbrella by the way.

Professor He is a well-known professor in the School of Pharmacy, with profound knowledge and high morals. Many people in the school know He Cheng.

The doorman returns.

Who knew that Professor He Cheng didn't wait for the guard to arrive with an umbrella, and walked into the school, his figure quickly disappeared into the dark rainstorm night.

The guard was puzzled, "Where is the person?"

Why is Professor He in such a hurry?
What happened on the big night?
"..."

It is now close to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the school's dormitory building has turned off the lights. Most of the students have already gone to bed, and a few are night owls.

He Cheng entered the School of Pharmacy in the rain.

Pass the garden.

"Meow……"

There was a faint cat sound.

His footsteps stopped, his heart suspended, even though he knew it might be just an ordinary cat, he refused to let go of the faint hope.

"Xiaohui, Xiaohui..."

"Is it my Xiaohui..."

He Cheng quickly pushed aside the bushes.

(End of this chapter)