dragon hunter

Chapter 386
There was an itching and tingling feeling on my back, and a hot current from the Qianlong tattoo split into my body and flowed through the meridians.

Those fine awns that are making trouble in the body are like a peerless delicacy for Qianlong tattoo.

As long as it is where the heat flow passes, those alien evils will be swallowed up.

I was surprised and delighted, because of the lack of family inheritance, I didn't know anything about how to cultivate the Qianlong tattoo.

Fortunately, a few occasional incidents made me discover that Qianlong tattoo seems to have a special liking for some heterogeneous evil spirits.

It's a pity that every time I encounter this kind of situation, it seems like I have hit a big luck, lacking a systematic and effective method.

I know that after the heat has swallowed all the evil spirits of different species, part of it will be fed back to me, which is undoubtedly a timely help for me who is fighting with others.

At this moment, most of the evil spirits in my body were swallowed by the heat, and my hands and feet gradually recovered.

After recovering my breath, I caught a glimpse of the ancient painting on the side, and a bad breath suddenly rose in my heart, and I swiped my sword again to slash at the ancient painting.

This time the ancient painting didn't fight back again, there was a tearing sound of "stabbing", and the evil scroll of ancient painting was cut in two by the Gou Yu sword.

"You...you actually destroyed the painting of Daoji Festival." Qian Chuanzi pointed at me, his lips trembling.

The man with the birthmark looked gloomy, and summoned several dark shadows to protect him and Qian Chuanzi.

"It's over. The job I was sent by the Daoist Festival this time was completely messed up, and even the painting was damaged. What should I do about it?" Qian Chuanzi's face was so bitter that water dripped out.

"What are you worried about? It's not you who damaged it. I have Dao Ji to ask him to settle the score." The birthmark man said coldly.

"But if things go wrong, you will be punished." Qian Chuanzi lost control of his emotions and started arguing with his companions.

"Enough, you little bastard, dare to speak to me in this tone?" Anger flashed in the eyes of the birthmark man.

I looked at the opposite scene with cold eyes. I was not surprised by the conflict between the two dogs. They were guys with different ideas.

However, from the dog-eat-dog debate between the two, I felt the importance of this monster painting to the Dao Festival.

Originally, there was no conflict with the other party, but now it seems that it is inexplicable that they have formed a strong enemy.

I sneered and threw these distracting thoughts out of my mind. Soldiers came to block me, and water came to cover me. If you are destined to become an enemy, it is useless to escape.

The man with the birthmark is probably just a cooperative relationship with Dao Ji. Although he had a conflict with me last time, he was unwilling to fight me to the death when the chances of winning were not high.

On the contrary, Qian Chuanzi, after the picture scroll was damaged, looked like a dead parent, with his head downcast, and he spoke with a bit of crying sound.

I looked at that despicable man's bereaved dog, and felt a little angry. The way this guy looked at Zhen Qingyi just now made me feel sick like I ate a fly.

Fatty Wang is heartless, beating dogs in the water has always been his favorite thing to do.

Regardless of just waking up and still a little dizzy, this guy just waved his fists and rushed towards Qian Chuanzi.

The man with the birthmark glared at us bitterly, then dropped the string of money and ran away.

In the Fang family compound, those people who were confused by the ancient paintings before slowly came to their senses at this moment, all of them looked puzzled, completely unaware of what happened just now.

I glanced around and listened to the whispered discussions of those guests. Their consciousness was still before being confused.

To these guests, the series of events that happened just now was a blank, without leaving any impression in their memory.

I stared coldly at these fat-brained guys. Although saving them was just an unintentional act, I still felt a little worthless.

"Ah, why is old Mr. Fang lying on the ground? What happened?" A guy with a big belly shouted in a fuss.

That Fang Youcai was knocked unconscious by my punch. When he fell to the ground, his forehead was hit on the concrete floor, and there was a large area of ​​bruises.

"My God, who destroyed the ancient painting?"

Someone has already discovered the ancient painting that fell to the ground and was torn into two pieces.

The screams like killing a pig interrupted the whispering discussions among the wealthy businessmen, and attracted everyone's attention.

Fatty Wang looked happy, pressed the money string on the ground, punched and kicked, and let out the bad breath that he had been holding in his heart these days.

I stood aside frowning, staring at the damaged ancient painting, feeling a little disappointed in my heart.

Judging from the current experience, this ancient painting, whether it is the one handed down to the Ruan family or not, cannot be left by my ancestors.

Judging from the restraining means on the ancient painting and the few words revealed by Qian Chuanzi, this demon painting is very likely to belong to the Taoist Festival of Shenglong Temple.

I originally hoped that I could find the inheritance left by my ancestors from the ancient paintings, but now not only my wish has not been fulfilled, but I have also formed a strong enemy inexplicably, which has to make people feel frustrated.

As for the Grand Dao Festival, I'm not in the mood nor interested in knowing what's going on with such a big scene.

Fatty Wang beat up Qian Chuanzi, clapped his hands contentedly, and walked towards this side, shaking his fat body.

Qian Chuanzi, with a bruised nose and swollen face, gave us a look of resentment, stretched out his hand to cover his swollen cheek, and ran away like a bereaved dog.

When the other party rushed out of the back door of the small courtyard, my heart moved, and I quickly recited a mantra silently, and placed a listening Gu on the other party's body.

It is imperative to be defensive, this time with Dao Ji, no matter what the other party's plans are, if they can know in advance, they can also be prepared.

Since the Fang family doesn't have what I'm looking for, there's no need to stay here any longer.

I turned a blind eye to the pointing of the guests around me, greeted my two companions, and walked towards the concealed back door.

When I passed by the main room of the Fang family, I could still see the white silk hanging inside, and I felt a little cold.

The grandson of the Fang family is still alive, and Fang Youcai is throwing a big banquet here. Although he has no good intentions, it still makes me feel an unspeakable black humor.

From the grandson of the Fang family, I thought of the woman who was very similar to Bai Yuan. The death of the grandson of the Fang family was absolutely inseparable from her.

But right now, I can't count my own troubles, so I still have time to take care of her. Even if I was a little curious at the beginning, I don't want to look for anything now.

"The clues from the Fang family have been broken, what should we do next?" Zhen Qingyi asked with concern from the side.

I sighed. To be honest, I don't know where to find the inheritance left by my ancestors. Maybe after so many years, the Tuhu family has long since disappeared.

Fatty Wang was heartless. When he left, he took a chicken leg from a table and gnawed on it, his mouth full of oil.

I gave this guy an annoyed look, and I wasn't in the mood to say that he was married, so let him go.

There were hurried footsteps behind me, I turned my head and saw a young woman running towards me quickly.

Surprise flashed in my eyes. I have an impression of this woman. At the time, the ancient paintings had mesmerized everyone, but she was still half awake, with a struggling look on her face all the time.

"Mister, please wait." The woman shouted crisply.

I stood upright and looked at the other party in bewilderment, wondering what this woman wanted from us.

"Do we know each other?" I asked, staring at each other.

The woman came running out of breath, with a few beads of sweat hanging on her forehead, the first sentence she spoke caught my eyes by surprise.

"I'm a policeman. I'm investigating a case and I need your help." The woman said confidently.

"No time!" I turned my head and walked away. I am worried now, how can I be a good citizen when I have time?

"Come on, he doesn't have time. Fatty has plenty of time. Beauty, what help do you need?" Fatty Wang came over with a chicken leg in his hand and said glibly.

I was really pissed off by this guy. I took a look at Zhen Qingyi, and I didn't know what she was thinking at the beginning, so she brought this guy here too, but in the end, she didn't help, and made fools of herself everywhere.

"He said he has acquaintances here, so he knows that money string is such a disgusting guy." Zhen Qingyi explained.

"Hey, don't leave, I know Officer Liu from your side." The female policeman ignored Fatty Wang and chased after him persistently.

I patted my forehead with some headaches. I know Lao Liu pretty well. When I helped old Fangtou exorcise evil spirits, it was because of Lao Liu's face. But this does not mean that as long as Lao Liu knows people, I will help unconditionally.

Seeing that the other party was still a little entangled, I turned my face, looked at him seriously, and said seriously: "This police officer, I am just an ordinary citizen who came here to travel. I am not familiar with this place, so I am afraid I can't help you." What are you busy with?"

"I know what you are looking for. What I asked you to help does not conflict with what you found." The female police officer said quickly.

"Do you know what I'm looking for?" I looked at him with some surprise.

"You're looking for the ancient paintings of the Ruan family, aren't you?" the female police officer said firmly.

"But isn't that painting already destroyed?" I looked at the other party puzzled.

"I think you may have made a mistake. The painting that the Fang family brought out today has nothing to do with the ancient painting of the Ruan family." The female policeman said.

"Where are the ancient paintings of the Ruan family?" My eyes lit up and I asked in a hurry.

The female policeman smiled slyly, looked at me and said, "How about it, are you interested in helping me with this?"

"Tell me what it is first." I didn't refuse this time. I thought the clue had been broken, but I didn't expect another hidden story.

"You have also seen what happened today. The case I am investigating is related to the Dao Festival at Shenglong Temple." The female policeman said in a deep voice.

"Others have recruited many disciples, and they haven't violated the law." From the eyes of the other party, I have already guessed what she is investigating.

"Those wealthy businessmen are willing to spend money to honor him. I really don't care about it, but he has violated the law by using evil methods to confuse people." The female policeman said seriously.

"Tell me first, where is the ancient painting of the Ruan family, and then I will consider whether I can help you." I didn't let go.

"If you want to find the painting, it is in the hands of Dao Ji, and it was dedicated to him by Fang Youcai." The female policeman stared into my eyes and said.

"What's going on here?" My eyelids twitched and I asked immediately.

(End of this chapter)