The yard is very clean. It is so clean that there is nothing. There are no farm tools that are often seen in ordinary farmers. There are no guard dogs, chickens, ducks and other poultry.
Ling Cang walked cautiously into the house and entered the living room on the first floor. It was also empty. There was a chair in the middle. Zhang Yiting was tied to it. Her mouth was gagged and her head hung weakly on her chest. She sat down. He was motionless there. He looked like he had fainted.
"Haha. Here we come." A thin old man with a slight stoop came out of a room: "Good to come."
Seeing Zhang Yiting's chest rising and falling, Ling Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief: "What did you do to her?"
"She's fine. Don't worry. We didn't hurt her." The little old man looked at Ling Cang with a smile and said, "I just gave her a little medicine to keep her asleep. This is good. You can't hear anything. Can't see anything. In this world, ignorance is the happiest thing."
"That's right. People should be a little ignorant." Ling Cang sneered and nodded: "How long have you been kidnapped here?"
"I called you as soon as I tied my hands. It didn't take long at all."
Zhang Yiting's clothes were neat and she had obviously not been violated. Ling Cang finally put his heart into his stomach: "I'm here. Tell me what you want to do."
"I said it. Let me ask you something." The little old man pointed to a chair next to Ling Cang. Then he also sat down: "Sit down and chat. Standing is quite tiring."
"Thank you." Ling Cang did not sit down, but looked at the other person.
Ling Cang didn't believe it at all. The other party just wanted to ask something. If that was the case, it would be too complicated. The greater possibility was that the other party wanted to coerce him into doing something, which he could not agree to anyway.
So Ling Cang decided to strike first and get rid of this little old man first.
Ling Cang could feel that the little old man's strength was very weak. This may be because he was hiding his strength. However, Ling Cang thought that with his current level, he would launch a surprise attack and then retreat quickly with Zhang Yiting. The success rate was still very high. .
The only question is whether there are other people on the other side who are just hiding temporarily. This possibility is very high. However, judging from the observation when entering the door, these people should be some distance away from the manor. As long as the breakout is quick enough, Ling Cang You should be able to get it before they arrive.
The little old man didn't seem to be aware of Ling Cang's thoughts. He lit a cigarette leisurely. However, the moment Ling Cang wanted to take action, a powerful force suddenly appeared.
This power did not come from the little old man, but from somewhere else in the house. It instantly expanded to an incredible level. In Ling Cang's past experience, almost no one except Sima Tian could possess this kind of power.
This person felt very strange. He was definitely not Sima Tian. Ling Cang sadly found that he was no match at all. He had to give up this plan. But his strength was still growing.
After a moment, Ling Cang felt a pressure coming from all directions. He was caught in the middle and could not move at all.
Soon, Ling Cang started to sweat. Beads of sweat dripped from his chin, making his shirt wet.
The whole house was also shaken by this force. It made a "creak" sound, as if it was about to collapse. The dust on the house fell loudly, making the house full of smoke.
There was a slight vibration on the ground. The amplitude was getting bigger and bigger. It was a sign of an earthquake.
It was originally a sunny day today, but at this time, a strong wind blew outside the room. The sky was still bright and the sun was shining brightly. There was not a single dark cloud in sight, and there was no sign of rain. This strong wind was completely blown from the ground, and it blew things around. There was a loud "squeak". Ling Cang glanced outside and found that several small trees had been uprooted and fell to a place more than ten meters away. The grass and shrubs seemed to have been flattened and clung to the ground. It seems that even this house will be blown away soon.
This is a remote suburb. There are few people nearby. If we put it in a densely populated area, I'm afraid a lot of accidents will happen.
This invisible force raging everywhere created a strange atmosphere. Ling Cang felt that if the world really did end, it would probably be like this.
In fact, not only Ling Cang, but also all the superpowers in the capital were alarmed.
Ordinary people didn't feel anything and still lived normally. The superpowers all jumped up at this moment and looked into the distance in horror. What they felt was an unprecedented power, so powerful that it could destroy everything.
After a while, the force calmed down and became as if it didn't exist. The house no longer shook. It still looked lonely as if no one had lived in it for a long time. The ground stopped shaking. It felt so quiet. But The scenery outside the house has been changed beyond recognition. It looks like it has been ravaged by a typhoon with level 8 or above. Everything has been crushed crazily.
"Not bad." The little old man flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said with a smile, "his face didn't even change."
"Anyway, I do have some strength..." Ling Cang wiped his forehead and neck with a tissue. Sweat was still dripping down. His chest and back were soaked: "I'm not easily intimidated."
"Yeah." The little old man nodded slightly: "It's good to admit that you have power."
"Why should I deny it?" Ling Cang shrugged and said, "But there are really not many people who know my power."
"Okay. Continue to maintain this honest attitude..." The little old man nodded again. Then he suddenly asked: "Do you know how Ju Shui can do it?"
"I don't know." Ling Cang shook his head dully: "This is the first time I heard this name."
"So have you ever interacted with Japanese people?"
"I should say..." Ling Cang hesitated before replying: "I guess I have."
"How do you call it alright?" The little old man looked at Ling Cang and said one word at a time: "If you have it, you have it. If you don't have it, you don't have it."
"Yes..." Ling Cang observed the other person's expression and replied cautiously: "I have a few friends who have encountered Japanese people..."
"Keep talking."
"Those Japanese people are very mysterious. I don't know their identity or their purpose. They just seemed to want to kidnap my friends. I happened to meet them at that time and started fighting with them..."
"Then what."
"Beat them."
"What happens next?"
"Then I don't know. Because my friend said that the rest of the matter will be handled by them."
"It sounds like these friends of yours..." the little old man lit up a cigarette and said slowly: "It seems like they have some skills."
"That's right. They come from an ancient family. They have some influence in all aspects."
"Then who are you?"
"I'm just an orphan. My parents are gone. As a special admissions student, I entered Minghai No. 1 Middle School."
"Then the question comes. How can a poor kid like you know people from aristocratic families?"
"It's just a coincidence." Ling Cang shrugged his shoulders and said with an indifferent expression: "Could it be that the people the aristocratic family associates with are all the same powerful people as them. Besides, I have some ability after all. There is no reason to be looked down upon by them."
"Well. Your strength is not low. It is of some value to the family." The little old man asked again: "But where did you get your strength?"
"Born."
"So, you really don't know that Kikusui can."
"I really don't know." Ling Cang nodded with certainty. Then he asked tentatively: "What the hell is Ju Shuihui?"
"I am asking you a question, not the other way around." The little old man blew out a smoke ring and said slowly: "I have another question. What happened in the suburbs of Beijing that day."
"Beijing suburbs. What's going on?"
"You are with the fourth young master in the capital."
"You're talking about this..." Ling Cang looked a little embarrassed: "Ah... I had some misunderstandings with them before. Later, with the coordination of the family, the misunderstanding was finally settled."
"I didn't ask about you and the Fourth Young Master in Beijing. What I asked you was..." The little old man looked at Ling Cang and asked word for word: "What happened when you went to the suburbs of Beijing that day?"
"There were some enemies who were dressed very strangely. They killed Bai Youwen. By the way..." Ling Cang suddenly remembered: "Looking at their clothes, they looked a bit like Japanese people."
"What's next?"
"The situation that day was chaotic. I couldn't explain many things clearly."
"Think carefully. Think as much as you want. Say as much as you want."
"Later, another group of people who don't know who they were came and started fighting with those guys who looked like Japanese people. Later, I don't know what happened. Some of those people actually turned against the enemy..."
"Betrayal."
"Well. They rescued me and a few other people."
"Why do you say it's betrayal?"
"Their clothing and the weapons they used were exactly the same as those who fought against the Japanese."
"What happened after they rescued you?"
"They asked where Bai Youwen was. We said we were dead. They didn't say anything and just left."
"real."
"If you don't believe it, I can't help it." After swallowing, Ling Cang said nervously: "Look, I have no enmity with you. I don't know who you are. You really don't need to come here. My trouble."
"I told you before. We just want to ask a few things." The little old man said, "Those who rescued you really didn't say anything."
"Really not."
"What are their names?"
"I don't know. They didn't tell me either."
"Where it comes from."
"I didn't say anything either." Ling Cang secretly rejoiced. He was used to keeping a low profile, so he didn't wear the bishop's ring on his hand. If this little old man saw the ring, everything would be ruined.
But in this case, Ling Cang also guessed that the little old man in front of him was a member of the Illuminati.
One is that he wears a ring on the finger of his right hand. Although it is unclear whether there is any symbol on it, the shape and size are exactly the same as those of the Illuminati. The other is that he is particularly concerned about the Holy See. Apart from the Illuminati, there is only one ring on it. I'm afraid no one else will be so interested in those priests who always talk about "God".
"The one who was hiding and didn't come out..." Ling Cang couldn't help but ask in his mind: "What level of Illuminati person could he be?"