Zhang Fan didn't stay too long in Li Kengqiang and Li Xiaoyu's room. After exchanging a few words, he returned to his room.
Zhang Fan was leaning on the sofa and watching TV. He suddenly remembered Xiao Ning, so he dialed Yu Shan's number.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang..." Yu Shan answered the phone and said.
"Have you gone to Xiao Ning's place?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"I went there in the morning. Xiaoning has already drank two doses of medicine. Her complexion has improved a lot. Now she doesn't need help to go to the bathroom and has regained some strength."
On the mountain road.
"That's good."
Zhang Fan responded, "Okay, then you can get busy."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan watched TV for a while, then went back to the bedroom to practice. He practiced until night. Under the influence of Yuan Juye and Asparagus Grass, Zhang Fan's cultivation improved little by little.
At noon the next day, Zhang Fan received a call from Feng Li. Feng Li told Zhang Fan that Zhao Fushun had told him that he would run home without him today.
Zhang Fan told Feng Li to be careful. After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan continued to practice. It was not until six o'clock in the evening that Zhang Fan stopped practicing and told Li Kengqiang about the situation.
After hearing the news, Li Kengqiang became restless and paced back and forth, waiting for Feng Li to send back the news.
Zhang Fan knew that Li Kengqiang would be like this, so he didn't tell him immediately.
"Brother, sit down and don't be anxious. The initiative is not in our hands, so it's useless for you to be anxious."
Li Xiaoyu looked at Li Kengqiang and said.
Time and time again things have shown that Li Xiaoyu's mental quality is much better than Li Kangqiang's.
Li Kengqiang glanced at Li Xiaoyu, sat down, and murmured softly, "The scenic spot management office gets off work at six o'clock. The results should be available at six-thirty."
As Li Kengqiang spoke, he glanced at his watch. It was now six:05.
Twenty-five minutes, to Li Kengqiang, seemed like twenty-five days had passed. At 6:30 in the evening, Li Kengqiang said to Zhang Fan: "Mr. Zhang, why don't you... give him a call now?"
Ask?"
"Let's wait a little longer. If it's a critical moment now and it's inconvenient for him to answer the phone, or even if he's exposed because of answering the phone, wouldn't it be more of a loss than a gain?"
Zhang Fan thought for a moment and then said.
"That's right...then just wait..." Li Kengqiang took a deep breath.
After another half an hour, I still didn't receive a call from Feng Li. Zhang Fan was also a little anxious. It didn't matter whether Feng Li succeeded or not, but don't let anything happen because of it!
Zhang Fan took out his cell phone and hesitated for a while, but in the end it was not broadcast. At 7:30, Zhang Fan's cell phone finally rang. It was Feng Li's call. Zhang Fan quickly answered the call.
"Hello..." Zhang Fan quickly answered the phone.
"Mr. Zhang, Zhao Fushun did not run home. Instead, he went to a village called Linxia Village. He stayed in this village for half an hour and then returned home."
Feng Lidao.
"Did you follow him there?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Didn't you tell me that he has very strong senses? How dare I go with him? I carry his bags, clothes, etc. every day. I put a tracker in his bag."
Feng Li said, "However, I have marked the location where he is staying. If you want it, I can send it to you immediately."
"Okay, then you can send it to me."
Zhang Fan said.
"Mr. Zhang, Zhao Fushun and you are both members of Xuanmen or cultivators, right?"
Feng Li suddenly asked.
"yes!"
Zhang Fan didn't hesitate and responded. The other party had guessed it and he had nothing to hide. "Add me on WeChat and send me the location."
"Okay, right away."
Feng Li responded, "That money..."
Before Feng Li finished speaking, Zhang Fan said: "It's yours!"
"Okay, I'll send it to you."
Feng Li was filled with joy.
After hanging up the phone, the two of them added their WeChat messages, and the location was soon on Zhang Fan's mobile phone.
Zhang Fan clicked on the location and said: "Let's go!"
"Mr. Zhang, this Feng Li won't betray us and deliberately lead us there, right?"
At this moment, Li Kengqiang suddenly hesitated.
"I don't think it's possible."
Zhang Fandao said, "If this is really the case, Feng Li should not ask such unnecessary questions as whether Zhao Fushun and we are members of Xuanmen.
Are you afraid that if we discover the clues, it will be too late for him to evade?"
"That's right..." Li Kengqiang said after thinking for a moment.
Then, without any further hesitation, the two of them drove to Linxia Village. It took them more than twenty minutes to arrive at Linxia Village. After many twists and turns, they arrived at the place where Zhao Fushun had been staying for half an hour.
There is a dry pit in the center of the east end of the village. There is a lot of garbage piled in the pit, and it emits a stench.
"The smell is a bit strong!"
Li Kengqiang frowned and said subconsciously.
While he was talking, there was a soft "puff" sound under his feet, and a rotten dead chicken was crushed by him.
"Buzz buzz..."
Flies were spinning around on his feet, and Li Kengqiang was so angry that he almost cursed his mother.
"No one can spend half an hour in a place like this. There must be something wrong with him coming here."
Li Kengqiang continued, "But I just don't feel any special atmosphere here. Mr. Zhang, do you feel any special atmosphere?"
"No."
Zhang Fan shook his head.
Zhang Fan looked around with a strong flashlight and found that there were no traces of the land or surrounding areas being disturbed.
"Mr. Zhang, didn't that kid get his position wrong?"
Li Kengqiang looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
"I don't think it's possible. This is not a deep mountain or forest, the signal is not weak, and the positioning equipment is not prone to errors."
Zhang Fan said.
"That's right..." Li Keng nodded, "But what's the problem?"
As Li Kengqiang spoke, he once again used the flashlight to look around. When the light of the flashlight shone on the shoe that had stepped on the chicken carcass, Li Kengqiang sighed heavily, "This bitch... is so disgusting..."
Zhang Fan cast his gaze subconsciously. When Zhang Fan saw the right edge of Li Kengqiang's shoes, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, "Huh?
its not right?"
"What's wrong?
Mr. Zhang?
What's wrong?"
Li Kengqiang answered subconsciously.
"Look at the right side of your shoe."
Zhang Fan replied. As he spoke, Zhang Fan squatted down and observed carefully.
Li Kengqiang looked over as Zhang Fan said, and then a trace of doubt appeared on his face, "Huh?
How is this going?"
Because there is blood left in the body of the dead chicken, the carcass of the rotting chicken is black and red, similar to the appearance of dried pig blood.