Chapter 59 Looking for the voice and taking photos (single)
Chen Yu was a little disappointed when he failed to find an interior location on the twelfth floor.
At this time, the night was dark. He thought about it and planned to go to Zhenwu Mountain the next day. The Twenty-Eight Mountains have been passed down for a long time, and at worst they were stronger than the foundation of Chonglou City. Although the concentration of human thoughts may not be enough, the creation process of the interior scenery
The role of Zhongren Nian does not play much role.
When he returned to his residence, the shopkeeper had not yet rested. He heard from the waiter that a group of vicious people had recently appeared in the city. They were the Yinjiuliu people he had just met. They did all kinds of evil and fought with the government and various factions, causing a lot of trouble in the city.
Peace.
"The store owner spent a lot of money to hire several martial arts masters from the Bai Family Martial Arts School in Xiyuan. They are very good at boxing and kicking."
As he spoke, the boy in coarse gray clothes raised his chin and nodded towards the door of the inn.
Chen Yu noticed it when he arrived. There were four people gathered around him. Their legs and feet were neat, their eyes were sharp, and their bodies were strong and powerful under their clothes.
"With these gentlemen, even if I add a few extra pairs of chopsticks and some food and drinks, I will feel more at ease inside and out."
The boy was still lamenting that several hotels in the city had been targeted and looted, and the residents were scared away. The owner of his own inn was willing to spend money, otherwise he would not be as stable as he is now.
Chen Yu went upstairs, and the four people turned their eyes when they heard the noise, glanced at it, and then withdrew.
There was a Taoist priest and a boy. The former had just arrived during the day. His figure seemed to be moderate to others, but in the eyes of martial arts practitioners like them, he looked thin, with light steps and weak hands.
"Maybe he came from a nearby Taoist temple to visit."
They didn't think much about it since they were far away. The distance was too far and the other's little arms and legs couldn't walk very far. It was probably within the same mansion. They came here because of the name Zhenwu.
A few people turned their heads and continued chatting. This job was actually quite easy. In the eyes of ordinary people, the notorious Yin Jiuliu was just a group of people who reported to the group to keep warm. The government offices were making quite a fuss, but they were actually targeting the people behind them.
, then how can anyone think so highly of a small broken-down inn on the roadside.
"Stay another two or three days. According to what is written in the deed, five days is enough for us."
"You can have wine and meat, you don't have to worry about practicing martial arts, and you still have money. It's a good life."
"That's exactly what it means."
"..."
Upstairs, Chen Yu had already opened the door.
He took a step forward and glanced around.
Then he looked at the guards leaning outside the threshold downstairs and couldn't help but shake his head.
"That's true. It's normal for a group of martial artists to look down on these low-level warriors."
However, it is this kind of contempt that really opens the door to the people of Yinjiu Liu.
This group of people will not confront you one-on-one. They are good at breaking in and sneaking out, and stealing from you.
Obviously, he has been visited here before.
"I'm probably not the only one who's been stolen. It's just that it hasn't been exposed yet. I think they'll be bothered by it in a while."
Chen Yu walked into the room and closed the doors and windows.
call--
With a wave of his sleeves, white mist came out of his palms.
Wrap around the house.
Gradually, a figure quietly gathered at the door, rising slowly.
He looked at it with interest, his eyes following the movements of the white mist figure in the room.
Walking in from outside the door, tiptoeing, a trace of mist gathered in the opponent's hand and turned into a long stick-like thing, which he was holding and knocking here and there.
Although it was a mist, when the stick fell, it really made a dull and subtle sound.
[Looking for Sounds and Taking Photos], Chen Yu would not arrange a large array of dozens of hundreds of inscriptions in the temporarily rented house, but some small means are still necessary, such as now.
It is a brand-new application derived from the Xuantian Space Sensing Technique. It is not considered a magic technique. It changes the object of action. The original effect of interfering with other people's five senses and six consciousnesses is changed into a copy of all the behaviors of the person in the technique, and then acts on the person.
On oneself, review and reappear by modifying one's five senses.
The sounds, movements and even the breath are all within the perceptible range, so they can be reproduced naturally.
This kind of operation requires stronger control of the five senses, six consciousnesses, and the spirit. Therefore, he created it while staying at Jingpo Lake after his spiritual transformation and the recasting of his soul.
In fact, as long as he wants to, he can even completely reproduce the hair, leather, clothes, expressions... no small details will be spared, but this will consume a lot of money, and it is not necessary.
Just an ordinary, unlucky, low-life thief.
Only he can detect the sound-seeking and photo-taking effect, but it is still as empty in the eyes of others. Naturally, this is not why he closed the doors and windows.
In front of him and within his field of vision, the figure in the white mist continued to move. After searching for a long time, he seemed to find nothing. Finally, he stamped his feet as if out of breath, opened and closed a cut on his blurry face, and uttered a vivid curse:
"Poor guy! He doesn't even have a penny!"
"Bah! What a waste of my time!"
After saying that, the figure returned to the door and tried to push the door open. The next moment, his figure flashed and turned into nothingness.
Chen Yu took a look and saw that the thief who entered the house had been marked by his spiritual aura, and he was like a bright torch in Chonglou City. He was not in a hurry to take action. He would naturally have time to deal with him when he met him in the future.
After tidying up the messy bed, the inscriptions on his fingertips flashed, and the dust removal technique was hung in the room, and he scanned it back and forth.
The air has become much fresher.
"Go to Zhenwu Mountain tomorrow and hope to harvest more secret treasures."
The next day, early morning.
Some of the residents in the inn have not yet gotten up early, and some have already discovered that their homes were visited by thieves overnight, so they all went to the store to make noise.
Chen Yu woke up and was not disturbed by the chaos outside. He opened the wooden window and looked at the sky for a few times. It was gray, but the sky was still clear.
gone!
The smoke and clouds rose and fell, and in an instant, the body turned into blue light and flew out of the inn, straight into the sky, then paused for a moment, identified the direction, and headed towards Zhenwu Mountain.
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Mao Yuanye ran down from the cemetery on the mountain with his bag on his back. He was covered in dust and his face was stained with mud and grass.
A few days ago, under the guidance of his peers, he joined a group of forces calling themselves Yin Jiu Liu.
There were mostly people like him who hooked up with female prostitutes, were pickpockets, begged children and banned women, etc. They also did things that were not visible to the public and were not welcomed by others.
I even heard that there were a few unscrupulous people involved in it, such as the local masters who dug graves and fought upside down, and the people who harvested and cut off human teeth.
Mao Yuanye was not very interested in what these people did on a daily basis. He only knew that the person who introduced him to join had something to say beforehand, saying that everyone would stay together and make a living together.
To put it bluntly, there are many ways to do business here, which can be said to be a source of wealth.
Not long after he joined, he had already sent out more than ten pieces of news based on his work as a servant. The servant is a Yuezhou dialect. It is a custom here that after the deceased is buried, the living guard them for a hundred days, and it only lasts until midnight. As the saying goes, they
He is the last person to send the other person away.
Because of this, he had been in contact all year round and learned about many funeral matters, including the location of some large tombs and the intricacies of the institutions, etc., and then sold them to many local masters in the gang.
Some of them can be seen again, with more connections and money, while some have disappeared. I don’t know if they escaped or were buried in the tomb.
As for Yin De, retribution... He doesn't believe in Buddhism, and he even scorns the telepathy between heaven and man. After living so long, he has no sight of gods and ghosts. Once this person loses fear, there is no bottom line.
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Mao Yuanye originally did not make money from dead people. He relied on living people to gather wool. His main purpose was to set the trend and keep the water in check, making nonsense and bluffing people.
It's better now. Since I met Yin Jiuliu and this group of people, a lot of information that was useless in the past has been rushed to buy.
"Hey, we have good stuff again this time. Once you get it, you'll be happy for a few days."