Chapter 137 What is the specialty of the South of the Tianhe?
In all of Wang Ling's life plans, there was almost nothing else he wanted except to live a stable life. However, Wang Ling found that no matter what he wanted to do, things always backfired. For Wang Ling, a little ordinary life
, is quite hard-won...
The fifth week of school starts on Saturday, May 29th.
In the morning, the doorbell of the Wang family's small villa rang. Because of the "Wang Situ became a beauty in anger" incident in the past two days, Wang's father owed a lot of manuscripts. He had just laid down after working all night long last night. Wang Ling had to come by himself.
Open the door.
Lord Throwing Thunder stood at the door with a bag in his hand. When he saw Wang Ling coming to open the door in person, he quickly bowed and greeted warmly: "Good morning, brother Ling."
"..." Wang Ling had an indifferent expression.
Sometimes, Lord Throwing Thunder felt that being friends with Wang Ling was actually quite tiring. He had to learn to detect words and expressions through micro-expressions, otherwise he would not understand what the other person meant.
Wang Ling's current expression was a pair of standard hanging fish eyes. As one of Wang Ling's few friends in the world of cultivation, Lord Throwing Thunder felt that he saw a trace of confusion in Wang Ling's eyes...
If I could sum it up in four words, it would be: What are you here for?
Lord Throwing Thunder picked up the bag on his hand: "The broccoli that senior gave me last time was replanted in the spiritual soil of our house. I watered it with morning dew every day and it grew better!
I just harvested this bag of broccoli in the morning, and it’s very fresh. I thought I’d bring some to my seniors.”
Wang Ling prepared to close the door without saying a word...
Lord Throwing Thunder hurriedly put his hand into the crack of the door: "Brother, wait a minute... I'm here on business today! What's going on? Do you still remember the Three Saints from last time? He sent a box to the villa.
, I want your brother to show me."
Wang Ling thought for a while, then let go of the doorknob, and then chose to let Zhenjun Diurei in...
Lord Throwing Thunder entered the house and put on his slippers. At the same time, he sighed inwardly: It is not easy to come to the Holy Land to pay homage to the seniors these days... it is not easy!
Sensing that the Wang family's villa was extraordinarily quiet today, Grenade-Throwing Lord Zhenjun asked doubtfully, "Huh? Aren't the seniors at home today?"
Wang Ling was too lazy to explain and pointed to a few travel magazines on the coffee table.
This was what Wang Ma and the old man saw yesterday before they left, and they didn't have time to put it away.
Lord Throwing Thunder understood immediately: It turns out that the seniors went on a trip!
It's just that the location of the tour is a bit strange...
Henan?
...south of Tianhe?
To ordinary people, that place may be a tourist attraction with beautiful mountains and rivers. But to cultivators, Lord Throwing Thunder feels that it has no tourist value at all.
Not only does the South of Tianhe lack the aura of heaven and earth, it also lacks some elements of adventure... You know, in order to make money from cultivators, today's tourist attractions are all painstaking gimmicks. Nowadays, most cultivators aspire to travel.
The scenic spots should be Qingniubao Town, the former residence of Han Laomo, and the Male Desert, the holy land of cultivation!
Lord Throwing Lei stared at the travel magazine for a long time, and finally touched his chin. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighed: "I'll buy these two magazines later and go back to take a look. Two seniors chose such a tourist attraction.
, there must be something fishy in it!"
Wang Ling: "..."
Lord Throwing Thunder: "Speaking of which, I remember that there doesn't seem to be any specialties in the south of Tianhe...if manhole covers don't count."
"..." Wang Ling didn't know what expression to use in response to True Lord Throwing Thunder.
"By the way, brother Ling! Show me the box sent by the Three Saints." The interlude of entering the door was over, and the Thunder-Throwing Lord finally returned to the main topic.
Wang Ling nodded silently, and saw a flash of light in Zhenjun Zhu Lei's hand, and a suitcase appeared on his right hand. There was also a lock on the box: "This box sent by the Three Saints, the lock on the outside
Encrypted..."
To be cautious, Wang Ling first checked carefully with his eyes and confirmed that there were no traps on the suitcase. He was the one who let the Three Saints go at the beginning. Although he doesn't know where he is now, he did fulfill the promise he made when they parted. He will never leave again.
He served the Immortal Castle and at the same time withdrew from the ranks of the Ten Saints. Wang Ling thought to himself that the information contained in this suitcase now should be the information obtained by the Three Saints.
Wang Ling touched the lock on the box and frowned. It was made of green steel jade. Although it is not as hard as the universe level, it is also among the best on earth. But the real trouble is
It's not here, but this lock has been encrypted by the Three Saints...
Lord Throwing Thunder said: "This lock is very exquisitely designed. There is no lock core. There is a sixty-four-bit encrypted formation inside. If you want to unlock it, you can only crack this small formation. I have read a lot in the past two days.
The information was all in vain. I studied it for two days and still couldn't crack it. I don't know what your clever trick is..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Throwing Thunder saw Wang Ling reaching out and pinching the lock...
Then, I heard a "click"!
I saw that the green steel and jade lock was directly crushed into a pile of powder... The suitcase bounced away with a loud sound!
"..."
Afterwards, Wang Ling pushed the box in front of True Lord Throwing Thunder.
Lord Throwing Thunder: "..." This is too simple and crude!
As Wang Ling guessed, after opening the suitcase, what came into view was a pile of materials. After a cursory look, Lord Throwing Thunder found that these materials were actually the transaction accounts behind Shanshui Manor and Muxian Castle! If there is a chance in the future,
If you can sue Muxianbao, these accounts will be physical evidence!
"I didn't expect that the Three Saints could even get their account books. These things are real! Originally we were worried that we wouldn't be able to produce evidence."
These things can be regarded as a small surprise, but Lord Throwing Thunder is also a little disappointed, because judging from the current situation, the role of these physical evidences in promoting the current situation is not great. At most, it can only prove that the market value of Muxianbao is
It’s an educational institution that everyone knows has an ulterior chain of interests behind it.
The castle owner is a very cautious person. The loopholes in the accounts found by the Three Saints may be flattened bit by bit by the other party over time. For these people, money laundering is easy.
It's as easy as eating and drinking.
Wang Ling stared at the suitcase for a moment. He pushed aside the piles of information above, and finally found an inconspicuous hidden compartment at the bottom of the information!
This hidden grid has been processed using special space expansion technology. From the outside, it looks like the size of a pinhole... but it still cannot escape Wang Ling's eyes.
It can be imagined that the Three Saints made the protection measures so watertight to prevent the suitcase from falling into the hands of others. Even if someone took it, they would not be able to read the accounts inside. But it is obvious that the things in the secret compartment are
The most important thing!
"As expected of your brother! He can even discover this..." Lord Thunder-Throwing Lord began to feel ashamed of himself again.
Lord Throwing Thunder used his spiritual power to pull out the things hidden in the secret room.