dragon hunter

Chapter 277
The young man in a suit standing by the side of the road quickly walked over when he saw us.

"Mr. Lang, why are you covered with so much dust, are you okay?" The young man in a suit was taken aback when he saw our distressed appearance.

Lang Ying shook her hand, said she was fine, and greeted us to get in the car.

Sitting in the car, watching the flying scenery on both sides, I don't have any joy of escaping death.

"Tell me, what kind of shit is this? Do you want to investigate further?" Fatty Wang said angrily.

I didn't answer, and lowered my head to think about my thoughts. When I was in the underworld, Baihui said that there were many Yinyang wells and many villages of the living dead in the Yangworld.

I didn't believe it at the time, but in southern Yunnan thousands of miles away from the Yellow River, I encountered a village of the living dead again, so I couldn't help but believe it.

Now, I only have one doubt in my heart, is that woman who is suspected to be Xu Fang herself, or is her body brought back from a dead body?

"If it really doesn't work, let's just give up. The Lang family can find another transportation route." Lang Ying turned her face to the side and looked at me apologetically.

I raised my arm, saw a strange mark appeared on it, smiled wryly, and said, "I'm afraid I can't help but quit now."

"What is that?" Fatty Wang asked curiously.

"Mark!" I rubbed my wrist, this black mark was just discovered.

The wisp of black air that poured into the center of the brow before did not change, but just half a minute ago, it was all smoldering in the wrist, and there was no way to get rid of it.

I remembered what the eldest lady said, I was marked by the other party, and I still didn't understand it at the time, but now I finally see the true face.

"This imprint looks a little weird, there is no way to get rid of it?" Lang Ying asked worriedly.

I shook my head with a wry smile. This mark is neither painful nor itchy, but there is only one thing, no matter what method you use, it cannot be removed.

"Doesn't that mean that someone installed a positioning system in the body? How dangerous." Fatty Wang smacked his mouth and carefully looked at the black mark.

"Let's take one step at a time. It's pointless to think too much." I sighed.

The car galloped forward at high speed, and that weird little village was left far behind.

"You said, would those dead drivers who drive late at night be treated as 'cattle' and sold to the Underworld?" Fatty Wang turned his head and stared at me and asked.

"What is a 'livestock'?" Lang Ying asked suspiciously.

I briefly talked about the ghosts in the yin world who use the corpses of the yang world to resurrect their souls.

After Lang Ying finished listening, she was dumbfounded and kept mumbling to herself, saying things like "it's terrible".

"Then the 'Xu Fang' we met might not be her at all?" Lang Ying asked suddenly.

"I can't tell. Call your uncle first to see what's going on with him." After thinking for a while, I said.

Lang Ying took out her mobile phone and dialed the number. After a while, she raised her head and said, "No one answered."

"Could something be wrong?" Fatty Wang muttered.

I glared at Fatty Wang. This guy has a standard crow's mouth. Every time he speaks, he is good but not effective, and bad.

"Try calling again later." Lang Ying put away her phone, a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

"Where are we going now? Let me tell you first, the location of the farm is a bit off, Fatty doesn't want to go back." Last time, Fatty Wang was frightened by the Wraith of the Tenth World, and according to his virtue, he was beaten to death. I will never go back to the farm again.

"Go straight to the city. I'll open a few rooms at the hotel." After Lang Ying finished speaking, she ordered a few words to the driver driving ahead.

The Lang family is very wealthy here, so they directly booked two of the best suites in the only five-star hotel in the city.

As soon as Fatty Wang walked into the room, he rushed straight into the bedroom, lay down on the bed with the word "big", and said feelingly that he was in danger of dying, so he should sleep well and make up for himself.

I was really speechless about this heartless thing, and I sat on the sofa with Lang Ying, discussing the next plan.

Lang Ying took out her mobile phone and called her uncle again, but no one answered.

"No reason, it's not like this to call uncle usually." Lang Ying said to herself suspiciously.

My heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition flashed across me. Could it be that Fatty Wang's crow's mouth really hit the spot?
"Is there any other way to contact Brother Lang?" I rubbed my brows and asked.

"Let me ask someone from the company." Lang Ying dialed another number.

After the call was connected, Lang Ying took the mobile phone, walked to the window to talk, and asked about Lang Xingsong's latest movements.

I leaned on the sofa and sorted out the clues at hand. The forces that have appeared so far have two parts.

Part of it is the Japanese Yin-Yang Dao that has not yet surfaced, and the other is, the guys we have dealt with, the group of people who borrow corpses to return to life.

Judging from the experience of the trip to the Yellow River, this group of guys who have resurrected their souls should be headed by the woman suspected of Xu Fang.

The series of strange things that happened on that old road can be attributed to the fact that the other party was collecting corpses and transporting them to the underworld.

But thinking of the "keel" that disappeared that night, and the hidden Japanese Yin-Yang Dao, I feel that things in it may not be as simple as I thought.

"I hope Brother Lang can make some progress." I muttered to myself.

After Lang Ying made the call, she walked over with a solemn expression and said, "My uncle is missing, and no one at the company can contact him."

My eyelids jumped, I didn't expect the worst result, it really happened.

"When did it happen, is there any clue?" I forced myself to calm down.

"The last time uncle showed up was on the night of parting, and there has been no news since then." Lang Ying said worriedly.

"Don't get confused, you immediately tell the people in the company to collect information about Brother Lang and see if anyone knows where he has gone." I stood up, took two steps, and said back.

Lang Ying took the mobile phone, walked to the window, and started calling.

I lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and walked around the room a little anxiously.

In the bedroom beside me, Fatty Wang's snoring sound was heard, and I cursed secretly, and there was nothing I could do about it.

After a while, Lang Ying hung up the phone, walked to my side, and said: "I have ordered the people in the company to go out to collect clues. The only thing I can do now is to wait."

"Maybe the result isn't that bad. Brother Lang was just held back by something." I comforted him.

Time passed by, Lang Ying and I sat on the sofa, waiting for news from the outside world.

I stubbed out the cigarette butt in my hand, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and felt that the time was passing very slowly.

When the phone rang, Lang Ying and I cheered up and looked at the phone on the coffee table at the same time.

Lang Ying grabbed the phone with hope on her face. The moment she saw the number, she subconsciously frowned.

I stared at the mobile phone in Lang Ying's hand. Judging from her reaction, the call was not from Lang Xingsong.

Lang Ying answered the phone, saying things like "Well, I got it" from time to time, but her face became more and more dignified.

In the end, Lang Ying hung up the phone, drooping her arms, and leaned on the sofa weakly.

"What's the matter, is something wrong with Brother Lang?" I asked nervously.

"Uncle is indeed missing. The last time he appeared was at a Japanese restaurant." Lang Ying said in a low voice.

"Brother Lang, have you been to that restaurant before?" I tapped the coffee table with my hand.

"No, uncle never goes to that kind of place." Lang Ying shook her head.

I sighed in my heart, feeling that there is really a wave of unrest, and another wave.

What happened in the village of the living dead has no known sequelae. Now that Lang Xingsong has disappeared again, it seems that it has something to do with the Yin and Yang Dao.

Being sandwiched between two powerful forces, that feeling is not ordinary, it feels like a big stone is pressing on my heart.

"I didn't expect to build a road, but it caused so much trouble and dragged you down." Lang Ying said with a bit of exhaustion.

"It's a fate, and I can't hide it." I patted the other person on the shoulder, signaling her to cheer up.

"I have sent someone to investigate the details of that restaurant." Lang Ying sat up straight and said.

"Don't worry, Brother Lang will be fine with us here." I walked into the bedroom and patted Fatty Wang who was soundly asleep.

That delicious and lazy guy sat up with a puzzled look on his face, and asked me if it was time for dinner.

"Fuck you big-headed ghost, Brother Lang has an accident." I patted the other party's forehead lightly.

"Is it really what I said?" Fatty Wang covered his mouth with an expression of disbelief.

I sighed and signaled Fatty Wang to get up quickly, and we all sat in the living room together to discuss how to find Big Brother Lang.

Lang Ying was sitting on the sofa, making a phone call from time to time, or answering the phone call, very busy.

After about half an hour, she calmed down, saw us sitting on the other side, and said: "I have confirmed that after my uncle entered that restaurant, he never came out again. The problem lies in that restaurant." .”

"Is there any more specific information, why did Brother Lang go to a Japanese restaurant for no reason?" I asked after thinking for a while.

"According to the people below, it was the manager of the Sino-Japanese joint venture auction house who took the initiative to invite uncle to dinner." Lang Ying said the information he had learned.

"Where is the manager who Yoro is eating now?" I asked the core of the problem.

"The manager is Japanese, and he has been commuting normally today." Lang Ying said with a frown.

"That's easy. Just grab the manager and ask about Brother Lang's whereabouts." Fatty Wang said, slapping his thigh.

I pondered for a while, thinking whether to go to the manager first, or go to the restaurant first to inquire.

"What do you think?" After a while, I raised my head and asked Lang Ying for advice.

"Let's find the manager first. Uncle's disappearance must have something to do with him." Lang Ying gritted her teeth and said.

After the matter was settled, Lang Ying made a call and asked the staff below to inquire about the current location of the auction house manager.

The employees of the Lang family are very efficient. Not long after, Lang Ying received a text message with an address on his mobile phone.

(End of this chapter)