After the immortal disappeared

He and Zhongsun Mou were just acquaintances in the past and had no old friendship, but they knew that this man acted very cautiously. The current situation is a bit chaotic. Zhongsun Mou actually came in person. Are you not afraid of being caught by the so-called prince's special envoy?

"I heard about what happened at Chaohu Tower in the afternoon." The water mirror technique lasted too short. Zhongsun Mou had to come in person if he wanted to talk about the matter seriously. "Your servant was captured by He Xiao's envoy. Your secret I’m afraid it won’t last long.”

"'Our' secret." Cen Boqing corrected him, "Didn't you say that you took away all the information and information in Mai Xuewen's house? How could that person named He know the time and place of Mai Xuewen's transactions in Baishaqian? Place?"

It really caught him off guard.

He originally didn't take the prince's special envoy seriously at all, and he never wanted to suffer such a big loss and be caught by the other party.

Although He Xiao couldn't do anything to them, it felt bad to be targeted.

Who doesn’t like hiding behind the scenes?

"He arrived first, and I followed closely behind. There is only a few breaths difference between the two." Zhongsun Mou secretly curled his lips, "I can only say that you are really unlucky."

Cen Boqing exhaled: "Brother Zhongsun came here all night long, what advice do you have?"

It's all because of this guy's cleverness and lack of skill that he got him into so much trouble. Now you still have the nerve to watch his jokes?

"He Xiao is really good at causing trouble." Zhong Sunmou said bluntly, "I've got some help here too. I want to see if Brother Cen needs any help."

This is to urge him to take action. Cen Boqing narrowed his eyes: "The people I invited have been preparing for many days and can take action tonight."

"How sure are you?"

"I don't dare to say that it's a sure shot, let's just say that there's an 80% chance of winning."

That's very high. Zhongsun Mou relaxed a little and said, "Great, do you need us to protect the law?"

"He did it so that no one else could watch." Cen Boqing was still a little polite to the inspector, and said tactfully, "But brother Zhongsun, please be prepared and make up for the mistakes at any time."

"That's not as good as this..."

…

On the way back, Jiao Yu reminded He Lingchuan again: "Now you are a thorn in their side, so be careful."

"I know." He Lingchuan knew it in his heart, "As long as you kill me, the case will not be investigated."

If you don't solve the problem, you usually solve the problem.

Now, he is the thorn in the side.

As long as he is killed, the people behind the scenes can continue to live a peaceful and peaceful life.

Now he is at a disadvantage because he is in the open and his opponent is still in the dark.

Secretly, this opponent may have bared his fangs towards him.

He Lingchuan, as the special envoy of the Chiyan Kingdom, could not kill Zhongsun Mou who was on the bright side.

Not to kill or humiliate the patrol envoys was the bottom line set by the King of Chiyan to Fu Shanyue.

"There is also a third party, friend or foe, who is also lurking in the dark." He Lingchuan's mind was very clear.

"You mean?" Jiao Yu was startled and quickly realized, "Oh, the person who gave us the "Record of Worshiping the Gods"! Do you think he is Mr. Mai?"

"He hopes that someone will track down this place, whether it's me or Zhongsun Mou, as long as he can find it." He Lingchuan thought, "But Zhongsun Mou turned to the real culprit behind the scenes, and even announced that the courier case had been solved. So, this time, The three parties should be very unhappy.”

"Will you also attack us?"

"Not necessarily, but it's not a bad thing to be on guard." Who knows what the other party wants?

Now, he has at least two groups of enemies, one group wants him to die, and the other group has ulterior motives.

He has only been in Baishaqian for a few days, is it so lively?

Half an hour later, He Lingchuan returned to the inn where he was staying.

He lowered his eyes and noticed that a piece of wool stuck to the seam of the guest room door had fallen off.

That's General Ling's beard, very long.

In other words, someone sneaked into his room.

He made these mechanisms and preparations to guard against Mr. Mai and the people behind him. Of course, now there is another person to be wary of, Zhong Sunmou.

He Lingchuan walked into the house and took a look around, and found that none of the small traps he had set up were triggered.

In other words, the infiltrator is not searching every corner, and even the area to move around here is very limited.

What does the other party want to do?

At this time, Jiao Yu also rushed in from outside, with a solemn face and said:

"Asked."

It left midway to check out the latest information.

He Lingchuan was mentally prepared: "Oh? Which powerful family owns that big house?"

"He is Cen Boqing, the eldest son-in-law of the chief minister of Bejia Kingdom."

He Lingchuan suddenly felt that his mental preparation was not enough: "What, where is the big farmer from?"

"From Lingxu City! He is one of the Nine Qings. He is in charge of Bejia's money and food. He is very powerful." Jiao Yu shrank his paws and dug three claw marks on the table with his front paws. "Cen Boqing himself is Weiyang Colonel. He has won battles, has military achievements, and heard that he is about to be promoted, so many people in the court are fawning over his family. "

He Lingchuan scratched his head: "No wonder the captives dare not admit his name directly."

He had long been mentally prepared. If he dug deeper into this case, he might dig out the painful feet of some people in Lingxu City.

But he didn't expect that the other party's background was really big.

These three words "Lingxu City" created a gap that many officials from the Demon Kingdom did not dare to cross.

Jiao Yu asked him: "What should we do now?"

"Uncle Wu's men, relying solely on the confessions of these two little men, cannot defeat an opponent of Cen Boqing's weight." He Lingchuan said slowly, "But we already know who the target is and in which direction we should exert our efforts. This is a Great progress.”

He looked at the sky and said, "Tomorrow we will take the prisoners with us to meet our son-in-law, the captain."

At this time, the courtyard door rang, and Lu Dutong's soldiers came to deliver the meal, and the code was correct.

Before He Lingchuan returned to the inn, he told Lu Dutong that he would send soldiers to take turns delivering meals in the future. The personnel would need to be changed, and the restaurant where the meals would be purchased would also need to be changed.

The opponent hiding in the dark wants to plot against him, and there are only three methods: assassination, poisoning, and cursing.

Assassination? Zhongsun Mou should know that he is not easy to kill, and when assassinating in a place like Baishaqian, there are many people and it is easy for mistakes to be made;

The more secretive methods are the latter two.

He Lingchuan now has no Yuan Power to protect him, and his resistance to poisons and spells is poor. Zhongsun Mou knew very well that he was a foreigner, so it was easier to succeed with these two methods.

Therefore, from today on, He Lingchuan must be on guard at all times.

Even if it was a meal sent by Lu Dutong's soldiers, the secret code was correct. He still took out the drops of potion to test the poison and make sure it was safe before eating it.

This potion was created by his obedient monkey Lingguang. It is said to be a must-have for people who are on guard against others. It is a must-have medicine for home and travel.

Alas, if Lingguang is here, he doesn't have to worry about being poisoned.

After the meal, he exercised and adjusted his breathing for more than an hour, then went to take a bath in the public bathhouse that was open around the clock and there were many people there.

Before going back to the house and lying down, he took out the telescope as usual and looked at every corner of the house, not even missing the beams.

This mirror can see through many magical powers and witchcraft, and it is a good helper for him to do all the inspections.

He Lingchuan grabbed the mirror and swept it under the bed. He was just taking a random look, but the mirror screamed: "Hey, hey, go back!"

He leaned down and used the mirror to look through the bottom of the bed.

"Here!" The mirror emits a light and shines on the bottom of the bed.

Only then did He Lingchuan discover that there was a handful of small gray silk in the light, which looked like spider silk.

Isn't it normal for spider silk to appear in such a dark and humid corner?

No matter how glamorous a restaurant or inn looks on the outside, there is still dirt hiding in invisible corners.

However, there is also a gray round cocoon stuck to the spider silk, which is smaller than an ordinary silkworm chrysalis and is very inconspicuous.

If the mirror hadn't reflected everything so clearly, he would probably have missed it even if he saw it with his own eyes.

He Lingchuan pulled out his dagger, stirred up the mass, and set it on fire.

Just as the flames were devouring the round cocoon, in another inn more than 300 feet away, someone suddenly covered his chest and screamed in pain!

The man opened his clothes and saw a large piece of charred black on his chest, as if it had just been burned by an open fire, and even smelled like meat.

"Damn it, we were discovered!"

The man had no choice but to quickly swallow the potion and get the potion to wash the injured area repeatedly.

After less than half an hour, the wound gradually closed up, leaving only a scar the size of a copper coin.

It will take some time to fully heal.

"Oh, don't be proud, you will be in bad luck!" He took out another barefoot wooden sculpture and placed it on the table, and lit two tribute candles.

This is a statue of a god, two palms high, and the wood is a bit old. Although the gold-plated body has not completely fallen off, its shape is not as solemn and solemn as other statues. Instead, it has a variety of faces and its clothes are not serious. It can be called rags and knots.

The chest, hands, feet, neck, and even the holes in the clothes all have faces. Some have only one eye, and some have as many as three or four; some have eyes like bells, and some have eyes like bells. The canthus of the eye is cracked and even bleeding.

Some faces were crying, some laughing, some angry, some sad, all with distorted expressions.

There are only a few faces that are completely blank, with no eyes, nose, or mouth. They can probably be called expressionless.

Other statues of gods give people the impression of being either majestic or kind, but this one is so ferocious and terrifying that even one look at it makes one shudder.

It's as if countless resentful ghosts have been stuffed into this wooden sculpture.

The man put a few drops of medicine in his eyes, put a small wooden ball into the tribute bowl, knelt down straight, lit a small stick of incense, and muttered something.

After dripping the potion, he could see a translucent shadow emerging from the wooden ball. It was the soul of a child who was only three to four years old. His body was still wet, and he probably drowned.

After the child soul came out, he looked around with a confused expression. He didn't know what was going on, but he instinctively leaned over and sniffed the incense.

This is its food, which can replenish the weak soul body.

Wooden balls are carved from seabed wood and can provide temporary shelter for the remaining souls.

The curse master took out two more complete incense sticks, lit them, put the tail of the incense stick on his forehead, and recited something in his mouth.

The night was quiet, and the atmosphere in the house quickly became stagnant.

It seemed as if something invisible but remarkable was approaching, and even the insects outside the house stopped making noise.