Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Chapter 173 At this moment, I want to chant a poem (second update)

Li Dui said he didn't believe it, but in his heart he already believed it. He pointed to Du Lijie and said, "Okay, kid, let me see what's going on with Lei Wanchun now?"

The old god Yun Qi was still there, "As I said just now, his life is not in danger. He holds the talisman I gave him, and nothing dirty can hurt him."

"Then where did he go?" Du Lijie didn't believe it at first, but seeing that Captain Li didn't refute it very seriously, she asked anxiously with the mentality of treating a dead horse like a living horse doctor.

"Before the accident, did uncle tell you anything strange?" Yun Qi asked, looking up and around.

The golden light in his eyes surged, and it could be seen that there was a faint black air lingering in the room.

It is certain that something took Lei Wanchun away, but it couldn't hurt him.

"Let's think about it, yes, yes." Du Lijie's expression changed instantly when she thought of something.

"My husband said that he bought a pair of armor from other places. At the beginning, I didn't agree to keep it at home. He said that the armor was a serious antique. It was brought out from an ancient tomb. I think that thing The son was too yin, but he insisted on going his own way, insisting on keeping it at home, and even hired an expert to appraise it for maintenance. It didn't take long before something happened. He said that the armor would secretly watch him while he was asleep. He suspected that there was something in it. It was dirty, so I threw away the armor."

Yun Qi thought about it, if it was armor, then it would match.

The black air lingering in the room has a chilling meaning, obviously it is a murderous creature from ancient times.Armor is used to kill enemies on the battlefield, and it must have a great killing intent and hostility to withstand the test of iron and blood.

However, judging from the remaining black energy, the armor's killing intent was not very great, and his purpose of abducting Lei Wanchun probably wasn't to kill him.

"Auntie, do you have anything for uncle's daily use? Handkerchiefs and notebooks are fine."

"Yes, yes." Du Lijie didn't care about questioning Yun Qi, and hurried to the bedroom to take out a tie.

"I bought this for him for his birthday. It's his favorite tie, but..." Du Lijie's expression darkened, and she asked worriedly, "I just washed it, and his smell has been washed off, can you still wear it?" use it?"

Yun Qiuce, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help laughing, "You are a mystic master and a police dog. As long as it is close-fitting clothing, it will be contaminated with the owner's breath. Breath is not the same as smell."

"Oh, oh." Du Lijie didn't know if she understood, but she knew that washing or not would have little effect, so she quickly handed it to Yun Qi respectfully.

Yun Qi took over as the team leader, turned her head and said to Yun Qiuce: "Uncle is pretty good."

"That's right, it's near Zhuzhechi."

Li Dui asked suspiciously: "You are her uncle, so why are you attacking her while she is so powerful?"

One sentence confused Yun Qiuce, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and said without blushing, "What's the matter, uncle is not as talented as my little niece, why are you dragging him out and shooting him?"

Yun Qi didn't pay attention to their conversation, took out a talisman, lit it, threw it into the small incense burner, and then threw the tie into the incense burner.

Du Lijie watched the tie being engulfed by the flames, and nervously clenched her fingers, fearing that something bad would happen.

"Uncle Lei is still in Haizhou, a very remote place on the outskirts of the city, with big houses, rusty water pipes, steel bars and glass windows." Yun Qi extracted several key information.

Li Dui and his subordinates looked at each other, thought for a moment, and said firmly: "It should be an abandoned factory building on the outskirts of the city."

"That's right, there used to be a steel factory, and the factory building has not been demolished since it closed down. The architectural style of the factory building is different from ours, and it does have large glass windows." The apprentice added.

Team Li immediately stood up, "Hurry up and arrange a manpower investigation, the focus is on the abandoned factory buildings in the suburbs."

The two gave Du Lijie a few more words of advice, turned around and left, and went back to arrange a human inspection.

Leaving Lei's house, Captain Li seemed to react suddenly, "No, why did we suddenly follow the little girl's train of thought when we were doing well?"

"That's right, Captain Li, Lei Wanchun has been missing for less than a day, and we are still not sure if he is really missing. How can we believe what the little girl said?"

Master and apprentice, you look at me, and I look at you.

In the end, the apprentice asked: "Why don't we check for the time being, register first, and wait for the acceptance time before going to check?"

"No, human life is at stake, just follow what she said first."

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At this time, in the abandoned factory building on the outskirts of the city, Lei Wanchun was curled up in a corner, holding a magic talisman tightly in both hands, not daring to look at the armor in front of him.

The armor stood quietly, and the heavy helmet was lifted up. The helmet was clearly dark, but there seemed to be a pair of eyes, deep, serious, and somewhat inexplicably sad.

Lei Wanchun was frightened and dazed, and a complaint came out of his heart: At this moment, I want to recite a poem.

Sure enough, a heavy sigh came out from the helmet: "Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shiguan, the Long Marcher has not yet returned."

Lei Wanchun was dumbfounded, damn it, I met a literate ghost.

At the moment of killing, he still has to recite poetry.

Jia Jia stopped after only two sentences, and the desolate atmosphere that had just been set off gradually cooled down. Lei Wanchun turned out to be a person who was afraid of embarrassment, and thought about adding a few more sentences by himself to set off the atmosphere again.

The helmet on the armor suddenly turned to stare at Lei Wanchun, obviously there was nothing inside, but Lei Wanchun seemed to be able to see a rotting corpse and a pair of deep eyes.

Oddly enough, he stammered and tremblingly read:

"But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, and don't teach Huma Duyin Mountain?"

The armor turned to face him. Although it was just an empty armor, the leg skirts swung back and forth, as if there was a brave soldier inside.

A hoarse, but dignified voice came from the helmet:

"You still remember, I know you still remember."

Lei Wanchun was dumbfounded again, wondering if these two poems are difficult?Anyone who has gone to school knows it.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, call immediately." The armor read again.

Lei Wanchun twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the helmet tentatively, and saw a look of expectation from the black hole, so he hesitated and added;

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

The helmet nodded heavily, and let out a heavy and majestic sound: "En!"

Is this ghost here to test his language skills?
Lei Wanchun was scared and wanted to cry.

"I knew you still remembered, and remembered the days when you used to be strong and iron horses, and talk and drink."

As he said that, somehow he hit the armor's mind, he turned around and looked at the glass window on the dome, and sighed in a dull voice:

"When a man is shrouded in horse leather and serves the country, how can he covet the love of his children and indulge in ease and pleasure! Wang Tu, come with me, you still remember the bleak Qiang flute in Liangzhou City, the cold wind, frost and snow in Saibei winter, and the pursuit of thousands of lords. ambition!"

Lei Wanchun: ...

Is this ghost crazy, or I was scared crazy.

He even reached out and pinched himself quietly, the pain telling him he wasn't dreaming now.

"That... from your poems, I feel your iron-blooded heroism, which is the most lacking blood in today's men," Lei Wanchun first mustered up the courage to blow a wave of rainbow farts, and then said cautiously:

"But you may be mistaken, my name is not Wang Tu, my name is Lei Wanchun, and I am not from ancient times, we don't wear armor in war now..."

Before he finished speaking, he sensed the angry and disappointed look in the helmet, so scared that he quickly shut his mouth and didn't speak.

　It's not scary, the armor is too murderous, it has to be sculpted in sand to be cute.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)