The old man in front of him was a little hunched over. He came to Feng Lin and looked at them carefully.
"My name is Wen Wuquan, and I am the person you are looking for."
Wen Wuquan grinned, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the things."
Feng Lin glanced at Ailian beside him and nodded to her.
Ailian handed the black box to Wen Wuquan.
Wen Wuquan flicked the box and it opened by itself.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Feng Lin and Ailian, "Have you opened it?"
"Senior, no, the box originally looked like this."
When Feng Lin spoke, his nerves suddenly became tense.
This old man should be a master.
"Do you think he will inform me if he delivers the message to me? Is there any formation on the box?"
Wen Wuquan's eyes, which had been squinting, gradually opened a crack.
Dark red eyes stared at Feng Lin.
"Walk!"
Ailian was shocked and quickly retreated.
But Feng Lin stopped in place and did not move.
"Why don't you run?"
Wen Wuquan's eyes narrowed together again.
"I'm more curious. If I want to send a message, I can just tell you on the phone. Why do I need to go out of my way to send a letter?"
Feng Lin asked with a smile.
If someone like Li Hentian is worried about his phone being eavesdropped, he can easily get a new phone.
And according to what the old man said, Li Hentian talked to him on the phone.
If there is any news, just call and say no.
Why bother specially asking an expert like Ailian to send it?
"I don't know, maybe I'm afraid of eavesdropping."
Wen Wuquan stuffed the box into his trouser pocket, carried the shovel on his back, and walked towards the village.
"Senior, is he a master of the Jiuli tribe?" Feng Lin asked Wen Wuquan's back.
Civil and military power did not speak.
"Then do you know that Youqin Solo? He has now controlled Chi You's direct line and led the Jiuli clan."
Feng Lin continued.
But Civil and Military Quan still ignored Feng Lin and turned into a side aisle with a shovel on his back.
"Old Wen, are you done with your work? Remember to play mahjong in the afternoon!"
An old man carrying a rice bowl came out of the house and sat on the stone pier at the door and asked.
"good."
Wen Wuquan grinned and walked into the opposite door of the house.
Ai Lian came to Feng Lin again, raised her head and asked, "This old man is very dangerous. He had murderous intent just now."
"On the contrary, I felt that he was just pretending and had no intention of taking action."
Feng Lin glanced at Ai Lian and said, "I'm going to visit his house. Don't follow me."
"No! I can still protect you."
Ailian followed Feng Lin and said, "Your ice is more powerful than mine, but others may not."
"That's fine."
Feng Lin nodded, this is the outside world.
Logically speaking, this old man would not dare to take action.
He and Elaine headed to the far aisle.
"Uncle, is this the civil and military family?"
Feng Lin saw the old man eating at the door and pointed to the opposite side and asked.
"That's right, who are you? Why are you looking for Lao Wen? I remember he has no relatives."
asked the bald old man.
"It's not that I don't have any relatives, it's just that my relatives are always abroad."
Feng Lin pinched Ai Lian's cheek and said, "Let's come back to see him this time."
Ailian pushed Feng Lin's hand away with some disgust.
"Damn it! She is indeed a foreign girl."
After Feng Lin reminded him, the old man noticed Ailian's appearance.
I didn't notice it before because I have black hair.
"Uncle, we won't disturb you anymore."
Feng Lin took Ailian's hand and opened the mahogany door.
The buildings in the village here are similar to those in Feng Lin's hometown.
When I walked in, I found a lot of debris placed in the corner of the yard.
There is also a pedal tricycle here.
Wen Wuquan was lying on the deck chair in the yard, closing his eyes and basking in the sun.
"Senior, excuse me."
Feng Lin smiled and cupped his hands.
Wen Wuquan waved his hand and the door closed automatically.
He said calmly: "Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"
"Senior, don't be so unkind, I have a fate with the Jiuli tribe."
Feng Lin smiled and said, "Chi Jinghong, you should know, right? She is my fiancée."
He said this just to get closer to the person in front of him.
"Haha, your joke is good, at least it made me laugh."
Wen Wuquan chuckled a few times.
"This is true. Chi Ling, a direct descendant of Chi You, is also my fiancée."
Feng Lin continued.
"I want to believe you too, you have to at least prove it."
Wen Wuquan raised his eyes and looked at Feng Lin with a smile.
"Okay, Chi Ling is currently under the control of Youqin Solo and should be unable to be contacted. I will contact Chi Jinghong."
While Feng Lin was talking, he dialed Chi Jinghong's phone number.
If she is okay at the moment, let her have a video call.
However, the phone kept getting a busy signal and no one answered.
"No one answered."
Feng Lin looked a little embarrassed.
"No one answers, isn't it normal?"
Wen Wuquan smiled and shook his head, "Young man, I don't want to do anything to you, go away."
"Wait! There is another Jiuli tribe here. If you don't believe me, just ask her!"
Feng Lin thought of Wenmo and directly clicked on the video call.
After a while, the call was connected there.
"Senior, look."
Feng Lin came to Wen Wuquan, squatted down, and pointed the phone at himself.
In the picture, the image of Wen Mo appeared.
She flattened her mouth and cried: "Feng Lin, can I stop practicing? I'm in so much pain that I even vomited blood just now."
"No! I'm not harming you by making you stronger..."
While Feng Lin was talking, Wen Wuquan just glanced at Wen Mo casually.
His squinted eyes suddenly opened.
The dark red eyes trembled crazily.
He took the phone away and stared at the text on the screen.
"Who are you? Feng Lin? Where is Feng Lin?"
Wen Mo noticed that an old man suddenly appeared on the phone and couldn't help but ask.
"What's your name?" Wen Wuquan asked in a deep voice.
"Wen Mo, this is a senior of your Jiuli clan, please be polite."
Feng Lin said into the phone.
"Wen Mo, you are Wen Mo."
Wen Wuquan stared at the screen excitedly, "You're not dead!"
"Hello, senior, I'm not dead, so can you give Feng Lin your phone?"
Wen Mo said there.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to him."
Wen Wuquan handed the phone to Feng Lin, his hands trembling.
"Wen Mo, please prove to seniors that Chi Jinghong and Chi Ling..."
"No."
Wen Wuquan waved his hand, "I believe you."
"That's good, girl, let's continue training!"
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
"Why did you ask her to train?" Wen Wuquan asked.
"This girl is too lazy. She plays with her mobile phone all day long and wastes such a good talent." Feng Lin explained.
"How did you meet her?"
Wenwuquan was very interested in Wenmo.
"To be honest, senior, when I entered a ruins, the Jiuli tribe persecuted ordinary people who were defenseless, so I killed them, and finally found this girl."
Feng Lin smiled and shook his head, "She is innocent, so I took her back."
Wen Wuquan lay on the chair and said, "She and I are related by blood. You did a good job."
"Senior, do you need me to pick her up?" Feng Lin asked with a smile.
"No need! I'm content knowing that she's living a good life."
Wen Wuquan looked at Feng Lin, "I have a question, I'm very confused."