"The location of Senior Hao Ren's mobile phone signal was found." Ling Tong's voice was not excited at all, but instead felt a little gloomy.

Fatty and I felt a little nervous and looked at each other. It seemed that the situation was not very good.

“Where?”

Ling Tong's voice seemed a little strange, and hesitated: "Just inside the touching Golden Gate, but I called and said that Hao Ren was not there at all, only his mobile phone was touching Golden Gate."

The fat man and I looked at each other. Before Ling Tong said that, we had already expected all kinds of possibilities, but we really didn't expect that it would be like this!

And, if so, who called the previous call? Hao Ren really stopped touching the Golden Gate? Then where did he go? Or did he not leave the Golden Gate at all, but his disciples didn't know at all.

"I guess there should be something wrong with touching the Golden Gate." The fat man's face was gloomy and his eyes were flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why do you say that?" Ling Tong and Tuntian and others were very puzzled.

"It's also the old man who once said that when he touched the Golden Gate to answer the phone, no matter who it was, he would not mention his whereabouts. Even if Ling Shuo Long was long, although he and Hao Ren were familiar with me, the rules were rules and would not change."

The fat man shook his head, very confident.

On the contrary, Ling Tong was puzzled, "I have explained that Hao Ren will be in danger. Even if you have restrictions on the rules, you cannot remain indifferent when you hear this news, right?"

The fat man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's not that simple. Touching the Golden Gate is not as simple as you imagined. Moreover, this sect has its biggest feature. It is not professional ability, but the tacit understanding and conceit between them!"

That's right, it's just arrogance!

Those who can gain a foothold in the Golden Gate, especially the middle and high-level officials, can become a mud-legged person with considerable power in any place in China. Moreover, all the Golden Gate lieutenants rarely form a scale like the Golden Gate, because there are too many disputes in this industry, and even the most reliable father-son ranks will have problems. Not to mention these disciples who are not related to blood at all.

This is the characteristic of Touching the Golden Gate. No matter what the reason is, anyway, Touching the Golden Gate is very loyal. Therefore, when Hao Ren calls, with the character of touching the Golden Gate disciples, they usually refuse Hao Ren's whereabouts, saying that he does not know, and then send out powerful sects to pursue Hao Ren's whereabouts in their own special way.

Like this, I told Ling Tong directly that Hao Ren's phone is in the sect, but the person is not there, and this style is really wrong.

"Generally speaking, when we hear the phone call inexplicably fall into the sect and Hao Ren is missing, what will we do?" I raised my brows and glanced at Qianling behind me again, feeling a little depressed.

It seems that this matter has nothing to do with Qianling for the time being. Of course, Qianling itself has a big problem, but as long as there is no trouble, he will not be able to touch him for the time being.

"Of course I'll kill you inside the door to see what happened!" The fat man understood in an instant and couldn't help but sneer.

"Since that's the case, let's go as they wish." Fatty and I didn't mind at all.

Although now, our strength is also suppressed by the rules of the world, and the peak of the saint. But after all, our own strength and vision are simply not comparable to that of ordinary saints.

Of course, after all, there are also hidden dragons and creeping tigers in the world. At least, this Qianling cannot be seen through without brute force cracking. There is no guarantee that there will be more powerful existences.

"By the way, grandpa's signal has not been tracked, right?" Although I knew there was no hope, after all, if it was tracked, Ling Channel Chief would not refuse to say it.

Hearing this, Ling Tongchangchang was silent for a while before hesitating: "It's not that I didn't track it down, but that there should be a malfunction and it's simply invalid."

My fat man and I looked at each other for some reason. The police equipment was malfunctioning with my grandfather?

"What's the fault?" My face moved slightly, and I thought to myself, could it be that what I said about connecting to the Netherworld Hell before was really impossible?

Sure enough, the phone was not yet hung up, and a police car heard in front of us, but Ling Tong and Lu Song appeared in front of us.

"That's right, the device shows that Fang Laohe is in the Netherworld Hell."

Ling Shuo Chang couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth and said awkwardly: "However, there is no place in the world, and the location is at your home."

I was also twitching my mouth. This thing is really weird. It can even tamper with the police's information?

"Then now, let's go back to find Grandpa Fang first." The fat man looked at me after hearing this.

I shook my head. Although Hao Ren and us were obviously not as good as my grandfather, they were also trustworthy and were the fat man’s master. They could not favor one or the other. Besides, although my grandfather said on the phone that he was playing chess with Meng Po, he could still hear his voice after all.

It was indeed his voice was correct, full of energy and good signal. It seemed that there was no danger for the time being.

But Hao Ren is different. Not only did this old man not only have something wrong, but he may have some problems even if he touched the Golden Gate.

In contrast, Hao Ren is obviously more anxious.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but take out the phone again and call my grandfather, wanting to ask the question about the cloth bag.

"Sorry, the call you made is temporarily unreachable."

The fat man and I looked at each other and couldn't connect!

"I just called the old man and called the call to transfer it, I'll try again!" The fat man called and indeed prompted him again in the call to transfer it.

"Hey, you little brat, why do you always interrupt me to play chess if you have nothing to do. Just put it on!"

On the other end of the phone, my grandfather seemed very impatient, and his tone was similar to usual.

"Hehe, Grandpa Fang, we just want to ask something, don't worry." The fat man laughed dryly. My grandpa has been used to being yelled at by him since he was a child, and his face is already very thick-skinned.

"What?"

"What is that iron stick in the cloth bag you left for me?" I grabbed the phone and asked anxiously, afraid that there would be strange problems in the signal. After all, the other party was in a dark hell, and when he heard it, it was not a serious place.

"And, what's going on with the rags with Hao Ren's blood handprints?"

"..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while, as if thinking, and we were a little anxious. We almost doubted whether the signal was cut off. Only then did Grandpa's doubtful voice come from there:

"What are you talking about? What cloth bags and bloody handprints? I have never left you any iron sticks."

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