Great Creator

Chapter 272: Surprise (two/two)

Huang Si sent information about Guan Ming and the other four to Lu Cheng.

It’s easy to talk about these things and don’t understand them. For the family members, just transmit their consciousness. It’s very convenient.

After receiving the information, Lu Cheng couldn't help being a little stunned, and said, "It turns out that they are all subordinates of the master. I didn't expect that there are so many colleagues."

In fact, Guan Ming came from the demon world, while Lu Cheng descended from the heavens, and the rest of the people also belonged to each other. From the perspective of administrative relations, they are actually not colleagues. But on Huang Si's side, there is obviously no difference.

"You can cooperate in the future, but you don't need to be too close, just know that each other exists." Huang Si ordered.

Lu Cheng is overjoyed and thanks.

The millet has almost eaten, put down his chopsticks, stretched his waist and leaned back on the chair, and said lazily, "Hey, talking to the family members is a headache. I haven't spoken yet, Daddy already knows everything, and we don't understand it at all by the side."

The final note doesn't matter, she said: "I'm not interested in listening. Anyway, the left and right are just for official business."

…

It was late at night and the wind was very cold.

It was the end of November, and the weather was already very cold. Only when the sun was shining during the day, there was a hint of warmth, and people shivered from the cold at night.

The night in Lihe City is not too dark. There are many buildings here that are bright all night, burning charcoal stoves, and the warmth is permeated.

In this ancient city, drunk and obsessed, the rules are lax, and the curfew in Changguo is almost in vain, except that civilians are not allowed to wander on the streets at will in the middle of the night.

If you are rich and powerful, who can control your walking on the streets.

Song Hong has been wandering the streets for a long time. His martial arts are extremely high. It is not difficult to avoid the guards and the patrolling city guards, so no one has stopped him.

Thinking back to the past, he unknowingly walked to the vicinity of the teahouse.

The teahouse is still lit.

A block away, Song Hong looked at the third floor from a distance, with many thoughts in his mind.

He just went to the place where the righteous sects gathered and found out Huang Si's name. Those people also said to him that Huang Sinai was a new terrifying demon related to the Demon Sect, so he must be careful.

Be careful? Song Hong smiled miserably, can he be careful of this kind of person?

Not to mention, he also wanted to find out the whereabouts of Master from this population.

But it's weird.

Zhou Xia, Huang Si, Millet... these people are too unusual in any way. It’s not right from Mishui. When Song Hong first saw her, she was in her twenties. Now twenty years have passed. Although her face is covered, her figure and voice are nothing like an older one. people.

Huang Si is even more so. He heard Mi Shui and another masked woman calling his father. But he didn't look like he could be their father.

Moreover, he is exceptionally young and an incredible martial arts. This is simply...

It's just like the summer of that year...

The cold wind howled, blowing Song Hong's heart cold.

In the past two decades, he has never thought about that.

A few years ago, he was asking for clues related to gods in the world.

Unfortunately, looking everywhere, only disappointment, all the clues investigated are just some illusions, or ordinary things.

As for the temple? He didn't want to go and didn't dare to think about it.

If it weren’t for the news learned six months ago...

In the teahouse, there was a sound.

Someone came out of it.

Song Hong saw Huang Si come out of the teahouse with three people, and then bid farewell to a sturdy man who left with two pros who were waiting downstairs.

He really didn't know what to do or what to do.

Everything in front of me seemed like a dead end.

The powerful internal force enabled him to hear the voices of those people from a distance.

"Huh, it's so cold at night."

"Does father want to add clothes? I will give you..."

"Okay, don't take off your clothes even if you are not afraid of the cold. I have inner energy to protect my body and I won't catch a cold."

"Hey, Ayin, don't you care about me? I'm not a mechanical body!"

"...You won't get sick."

"Don't be scornful, go home first. I'll take you two to buy clothes tomorrow."

"Wow! Dad is the best!"

Song Hongyao looked at them, talked, laughed, and then smiled and hugged Huang Si's arm. He shook his shoulders, as if to shake the millet to the ground. After a while, Huang Si stretched out her hand to another fellow traveling with her. She hesitated, but she reached out and held her together.

Those people slowly approached the street where he was.

He hesitated for a moment, but took a few steps forward and stood in front of them.

"Mr. Huang," Song Hong took a breath, and finally asked, "You...not a human race, and you know Xia, don't you. Xia she...I just wanted to ask, Xia, is it a true god? She is really a god, I..."

"It's late." Huang Si said, "I was in the teahouse, and I gave you a chance. You didn't grasp it. Come ask now. The event is over."

After all, he took the hands of Mi Shui and Final Voice, ignoring Song Hong, and walked over.

The final tone walked past him, tilted his head slightly, and said indifferently, "It's late at night, please come back, Mr. Song."

Song Hong stared at their backs blankly, feeling a mess in his heart. After a long time, he turned and left.

He finally returned to the inn.

Wash and go to bed early, Xiao Qiu has the habit of waiting for him at night if he doesn't come back, but you can't let Xiao Qiu wait too long.

Song Hong thought about it, and went to the two guest rooms he had booked before. The lights were still on in Xiao Qiu's room. He thought, the child was not asleep yet, so he pushed the door.

The door was unlocked, he opened it, and then found that Xiao Qiu was not in the house.

Song Hong noticed that a piece of paper was left next to the oil lamp.

He walked over and picked up the paper.

There was a line written on it:

"If you want to kill the disciples, see you at the breeze pavilion by the river."

Under the paper, there was a smear of blood, which seemed to be wiped on purpose by the writer.

Boundless anger rose from Song Hong's heart. Someone dared to take Xiao Qiu away and threatened him with her life. Is it a jealousy to be a Sword Master!

Xiao Qiu...I hope she is okay, since the other party left a message, she definitely wants to take Xiao Qiu hostage.

I just don't know the purpose of the other party. If it's for the "that" thing, it would be easy to handle, Xiao Qiu only needs to hand over the thing, and it won't be tortured. Wait until he rescues Xiao Qiu, and then grab the things back.

If it’s not for that thing, it would be troublesome, in case the other party tortured Xiao Qiu...

Song Hong was anxious, took the note, and quickly left the inn.

…

Far away from Lihe City.

A dark basement.

"Helper, she passed out."

"Wake up with water and continue to ask."

"Yes."

The sound of splashing water, the sound of walking.

The girl's body was tied to a copper bracket, and her wrists and ankles were clamped with shackles to lock her firmly on it.

She hangs her head, her clothes are tattered, and her skin is covered with scars. The wounds are shallow. At first glance, they are drawn from the whip. The blood is dry on it, dark red staggered.

The water splashed on, and the girl's body remained motionless, as if she had lost her vitality a long time ago.

"Helper, she seems to have passed out."

"She is a martial artist, how could she faint so easily? That's just a pretense."

There were heavy footsteps, and a gorgeously dressed man walked up to the girl, and then he stepped on the girl's ankle without hesitation, stepped on, rotated, and crushed.

A sore bone crack came from the soles of the feet.

The girl's feet twitched and retracted, and her mouth also made a small scream that she tried to suppress.

"Look, I said it was pretending. Give me the questioning!"

"Yes!"

The whip cracked through the air.

"Don't pretend when you wake up! Get up and answer the questions for me!"

"Where did your master hide the Shenguang Stone?"

"Say!"

"You can't not know!"

"That stone can't be carried with you all the time!"

"If it's not on you, UU reading www.uukanshu.com must be there!"

Every time the whip fell, the girl's body trembled.