The ninth wonder of one person

Chapter 71

However, if you know it, you know it. If you want to really understand this method, it is completely unrealistic to rely on the information that is not available in the alien network.

After thinking about it, Jiang Xin took out her mobile phone and dialed Zhao Zhen's number: "Hey, it's me, I want to ask you something, where did you get that mask?"

"Shanxi? Where exactly is Shanxi?"

"What, outside TY City? I bought it from a street vendor? I only know that person has an accent from Shanxi?"

"Okay, I see." Jiang Xin was silent for a while, hung up the phone, and then transferred a sum of money, which was all information fees.

Standing up and stretching, Jiang Xin checked out the room: "Shanxi, it seems that there is indeed a ghost show project in that place, and it seems that it hasn't been lost yet, let's go and have a look."

There is no plane from YT City to Taiyuan, so Jiang Xin can only take the train to SX Province, which takes more than a day and a night, and the train number is set in the afternoon of the same day.

Jiang Xin boarded the train leaving YT City, and on the other side, the time for a full-scale attack on the mountain was also fermenting in the circle of aliens.

However, ordinary aliens only received one piece of news about attacking the mountain, but the Wang family received two messages: 'the attack on the mountain caused a lot of casualties', 'the aliens sent by the Wang family were killed in battle'.

On the company's side, after finishing the Longhushan incident, the Wang family who killed Jiang Xin was also gathered together.

With the documents that Jiang Xin specially produced, the company found out the faction the deceased belonged to just by checking it. After finding out that it was the Wang family of Shi Lao, they immediately lost the mood of meddling, and just sent a message to ask the Wang family to come and take the body away. .

Looking at the dozens of corpses neatly displayed in front of him, Wang Ai's smiling tiger-like expression finally disappeared, replaced by sullen and vicious: "What a little thing, he is very ruthless!"

After leaning heavily on the floor with his cane, Wang Ai turned around and walked back to the lobby: "What should we do with these corpses? Do things neatly, and don't let outsiders find fault!"

Speaking of this, Wang Ai paused slightly: "Then, send another team out and keep an eye on that bastard for me. I want to know his every move in the future!"

Back in the hall, Wang Bing had already been waiting there. Seeing Wang Ai, although he was unwilling in his eyes, he still bowed respectfully: "Master, I."

"Okay!" Wang Ai interrupted him directly: "I know what you want to do. During this period of time, don't go anywhere, and cultivate your body at home. This is the only request of the grandfather."

Wang Bing struggled for a few times, and finally nodded helplessly: "I understand, my lord, it's nothing, I'll go first."

"Well, let's go." Wang Ai nodded, and then looked at the housekeeper: "How is it, are things ready?"

"Ready."

"Okay, take it later, I want to talk to my grandson."

"Yes, old man."

On Longhu Mountain.

Quietly watching the Taoist disciples of Longhu Mountain finish their morning class in the square, the old master called all the disciples under his name who were still on the mountain: "From now on, the mountain will be closed!"

"No one is allowed to go down the mountain without my order."

"Offenders will be expelled from the division!"

Flicking his gaze over the nine surviving disciples, the old heavenly master finally fixed his eyes on the fourth son, Zhao Huanjin: "The fourth son and I will go down the mountain, and the rest will stay on the mountain to remotely control various sects, and carry out the training with them." The same rules as Longhushan."

After finishing speaking, the old Tianshi waved his sleeve robe, turned around and disappeared in front of everyone: "Okay, that's it, you go to your own work."

The next day, the disciples who got up early pushed open the door of the Tianshi's residence, only to find that the bedding was empty.

The Celestial Master went down the mountain.

On that day, YT City.One person died completely, the cause of death was severed heart arteries and bleeding from the seven orifices.

On the same day, Master Tian took his four disciples Zhao Huanjin and set off from Yingtan to search for Quan Xing's whereabouts.

On the train, leaning against the window and watching the sunset outside, Jiang Xin looked at the mobile phone showing Zhang Guanzhu's number, finally shook his head, and put the mobile phone away.

It seems a foregone conclusion that Tianshi will go down the mountain. As an outsider, he has no qualifications or standpoint to say anything. The rest is the time for the old Tianshi to play alone.

The train continued to drive, carrying Jiang Xin all the way to TY City, the provincial capital of Shanxi. Here, it has entered the border of North China and is under the management of Xu San and Xu Si.

Walking out of the station, there is a bustling city outside. Over the years, Taiyuan has been developing at a fast pace. The urban structure that used to be full of life has disappeared, followed by the rise of traffic and the rise of steel forests.

Looking at the crowds and vehicles around him, Jiang Xin couldn't help but fell into deep thought: "So, now there is another problem, that's it, will there still be peddlers selling Facebook? Where should I go to find that peddler?" Where are the Facebook peddlers?"

Seemingly seeing Jiang Xin's Kunran, a man in a thin jacket walked up to Jiang Xin: "Brother, where are you going, do you want a car?"

Looking at the uninvited driver, Jiang Xinneng's eyes lit up: "I want a car, but are you sure you can find the place I mentioned?"

"Of course!" The man patted his chest: "Let me tell you, there is no place I can't find anywhere in TY City."

"That's fine." Jiang Xin nodded: "I'm going to the Drama Association, I might have something to ask you on the way."

"No problem." Pulling the guest, the man suddenly laughed and led Jiang Xin into a car: "Just ask what you want to ask. I know the history of Taiyuan up and down."

Cars gradually poured into the traffic, Jiang Xin seemed to say casually: "The drama is quite developed here."

"You asked about drama, so I know it well!" The man was startled at first, and said casually: "Our Shanxi is the birthplace of the famous Bangzi Opera, and the older generation who grew up here, who would not hum Sentence. My family used to have elders who sang operas, but it’s a pity that they are getting older.”

Jiang Xin listened to the man's eloquent talk, and finally put the photo of the ghost face in front of him: "Then have you seen this face?"

Glancing at the photo, the man frowned suddenly: "Don't be joking, I've been here for so many years, and I've never seen this kind of facial makeup. It's not for people to wear it, it's for ghosts to wear it."

"Will ghosts wear them?" Jiang Xin nodded: "By the way, I heard that there seems to be a folk custom of singing ghost shows here, and it seems that the living people don't listen to them?"

"Singing a ghost show?" The man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Then I don't know very well, you said it was for ghosts, and if we living people heard it, we might not be looking for our own death."

At the end, the man seemed to have thought of something, and added: "But if you really want to find it, I suggest you go to the Taihang Mountain area, where there are mountains and forests, maybe there are ghost performers you mentioned. custom."

"Anyway, if you're looking for a play in TY City, you'll probably find Bangzi Opera."

"That's it." Jiang Xin nodded, and after a while, the car stopped in front of the Taiyuan Drama Association, Jiang Xin paid for the car and walked in.

(End of this chapter)