MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 492 this person can't stay

  Chapter 492 This person cannot stay

  He and Zhong Sunmou were just acquaintances before, and there was no old relationship, but he knew that this person acted very cautiously. The current situation is a bit chaotic, Zhong Sunmou actually came in person, isn't he afraid of being caught by the so-called special envoy of the prince?

"I heard about what happened at Chaohu Pagoda in the afternoon." The duration of the water mirror technique was too short, and Zhong Sunmou had to come in person if he wanted to discuss the matter seriously, "Your servant was captured by He Xiao's plan, 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 materials and information in Mai Xuewen's house? How did the surname He know the time and date of Mai Xuewen's transactions in Baisha? Place?"

   Really caught him off guard.

  He didn't pay much attention to the special envoy of the prince at all before, and he never wanted to suffer such a big loss and be touched by the other party.

  Although He Xiao can't do anything to them yet, the feeling of being targeted is not good.

  Who doesn't like to hide behind the scenes?

   "He arrived first, and I followed closely behind. There was only a few breaths of difference between the front and the back." Zhong Sunmou curled his lips secretly, "I can only say that your luck is really bad."

  Cen Boqing breathed out: "Brother Zhong Sun came here overnight, what's your opinion?"

   It's all because of this guy's high-sightedness and low-handedness that he has caused so much trouble. Are you still ashamed to watch his jokes now?

   "He Xiao is so good at making trouble." Zhong Sunmou said bluntly, "My help here is also here, I want to see if brother Cen needs help."

   This is to urge him to do it, Cen Boqing squinted his eyes: "The people I invited have been preparing for many days, and they can do it tonight."

   "How sure are you?"

   "I don't dare to say that it's 90% sure, let's say 80% chance of winning."

  That is very high, Zhong Sunmou relaxed a little: "Excellent, do you need us to protect the law?"

   "He does not allow others to watch." Cen Boqing was still a little polite to the inspector, and said tactfully, "But brother Zhong Sun, please be prepared to fill in the gaps 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 in his heart, "As long as you kill me, the case will not be investigated."

   Does not solve the problem, usually solves the person who created the problem.

   Now, he's the thorn in the side.

   As long as he is killed, the people behind the scenes can continue to live a happy life with spring blossoms and calm waves.

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

  Knowing this opponent in secret, it is very likely that he has shown his fangs to him.

  The Zhong Sunmou who was placed on the bright side, He Lingchuan, as the special envoy of the Chiyan Kingdom, could not kill him.

  No killing or humiliating the inspector is the bottom line assigned to Fu Shanyue by the Lord Chiyan.

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

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

"He hopes that someone will track it down here, whether it's me or Zhong Sunmou, as long as they can find out." He Lingchuan thought, "But Zhong Sunmou turned to the real culprit behind the scenes, and even declared that the messenger case had been solved. So, this first The three parties should be very unhappy."

   "Will they also attack us?"

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

  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 Baisha 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 found that a piece of wool stuck to the door of the guest room had fallen off.

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

   That is to say, someone had sneaked into his room.

  He made these organs and preparations to guard against Mr. Mai and his people behind the scenes. Of course, there is another Zhong Sunmou to beware of now.

  He Lingchuan walked into the house and inspected around, and found that none of the small traps he had set up had been triggered.

   That is to say, infiltrators don't search every corner in a blanket manner, and even the area they walk around here is very limited.

  What does the other party want to do?

  At this time, Jiao Yu also rushed in from the outside, with a serious expression on his face, he said:

   "Ask out."

  It left halfway to find out the latest information.

  He Lingchuan was mentally prepared: "Oh? Who owns that big house?"

   "It's Cen Boqing, the eldest son-in-law of the chief minister of Bega Kingdom."

  He Lingchuan suddenly felt that his psychological preparation was not enough: "What, where is the big Sinong?"

"It's from Lingxu City! That's one of the Nine Ministers. It's in charge of Beijia's money and food. It has great power." Jiao Yu's soles retracted, and three claw marks were drawn on the table with his front paws. He has won battles, has military merits, and heard that he will be promoted soon, and many people in the court are fawning on his family."

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

  He was mentally prepared for a long time. If this case is dug deeper, it may dig into the pain of some people in Lingxu City.

  But he didn't expect that the other party's background is really not small.

  The three words "Lingxu City" have built a gap that many officials of the feudal demon kingdom dare not cross?

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

"Uncle Wu's subordinates can't defeat an opponent of Cen Boqing's weight just based on the confessions of these two little people." He Lingchuan said slowly, "But we already know who the target is and which direction we should go. Great progress."

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

   At this time, the gate of the courtyard rang, and Lu Dutong's personal soldiers came to deliver the meal, and they got the password right.

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

  The opponent hiding in the dark wants to plot him, nothing more than assassination, poisoning, and cursing.

  Assassination, Zhong Sunmou should know that he is not easy to kill, and assassinating in a place like Baisha, there are too many people and it is easy to make mistakes;

  The more secretive methods are the latter two.

  He Lingchuan does not have a body shield now, and his resistance to poisons and spells is poor. Zhong Sunmou knew very well that he was a foreigner, and it was easier to succeed with these two methods.

  So from today on, He Lingchuan must be on guard everywhere.

  Even if the food sent by Lu Du’s soldiers matched the sign, he still took out the medicine drops to test for poison, and only took it after confirming that it was safe.

  This kind of potion was made by his good monkey Lingguang. He said that it is necessary to guard against others, and it is really a good medicine for home and travel.

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

  After the meal, he practiced his kung fu and adjusted his breath for more than an hour, and then went to the 24/7 public bathhouse to take a bath, and there were quite a lot of people there.

  Before going back to the house and lying down, he took out the soul-absorbing mirror as usual, and took a picture of every corner of the house, not even missing the beams.

  This mirror can see through many supernatural powers and witch curses, and it is a good helper for him to check.

  He Lingchuan grabbed the mirror and swept it under the bed. He was just taking a casual photo, but the mirror called out: "Hey, hey, go back!"

  He bent down and used the mirror to see through the bottom of the bed.

   "Here!" A beam of light from the mirror shone on the bottom of the bed.

  He Lingchuan discovered that there was a bunch of small gray silks in the place where the light was shining, which looked like spider silk.

  Isn’t it normal to have spider threads in such a dark and damp corner?

  No matter how glamorous the appearance of restaurants and inns, there are still dirt and dirt hidden in invisible corners.

  However, there is still a gray round cocoon attached to the spider silk, which is smaller than ordinary silkworm chrysalis, very inconspicuous.

  If it weren't for the mirror to clearly show every detail, even if he saw it with his own eyes, he might have missed it.

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

   At the same time that the flames engulfed the cocoon, in another inn more than three hundred feet away, someone suddenly covered his chest and screamed with pain!

  The man tore open the skirt, and saw a large charred black patch on his chest, as if he had just been burned by an open flame, and even gave off a burst of meaty smell.

   "Damn it, it was discovered!"

  The man had no choice but to quickly swallow the potion, and took another potion to wash the wound repeatedly.

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

   It will take some time to fully heal.

   "Oh, don't be complacent, you are going to be in bad luck!" He took out another barefoot wooden sculpture and put 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 gilded gold body has not completely fallen off, its shape is not as solemn and solemn as other statues. On the contrary, 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, some have as many as three or four; The canthus is cracked and even bleeding.

  Some faces are crying, some are laughing, some are furious, some are sad, all with distorted expressions.

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

  Other statues give people the feeling of majesty or kindness, but this one is hideous and terrifying, and even looking at it one more time makes one feel shuddering.

   It seems that countless ghosts have been stuffed into this wooden sculpture.

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

  After dripping the potion, he could see a translucent shadow floating out of 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, looking confused, not knowing what happened, but instinctively leaned over to sniff the incense.

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

  The wooden ball is carved from underwater wood, which can temporarily shelter the remnant soul.

  The curse master took out two more whole sticks of incense, lit them, and put the tail of the incense on his forehead, chanting words in his mouth.

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

  It seemed that something invisible but remarkable was approaching, and even the chirping of insects outside the house was silenced.

   By 4 o'clock in the morning, the blood tank is empty and the eyes are already blurred.

   Brothers and sisters, give me a few monthly tickets to encourage me?

  (end of this chapter)