The two of them fell into despair as they looked at the two lines of words on the paper.
The first line of words: I, am, a mountain person, eat, turtle, defecate, do not vomit, just, well.
The second line of words: I, am, mountain, bird, special, big, good, day, you, second, sister.
Lin Churan covered his face with his hands: "What is this?"
Qin Fan frowned: "It seems the direction is still wrong."
"Try another method, find the first mobile phone number corresponding to the page number of the pharmacopoeia, and the second mobile phone number corresponding to the word on the page."
"Okay!" Lin Churan said weakly, almost giving up.
Soon, another line of words was found.
No. 105, Zhangzhuang Community, Tuanjie Road.
Then, both of their eyes lit up at the same time.
"Walk!"
Qin Fan picked up the paper on the table, and the two of them ran out directly.
The two hailed a taxi and went straight to the address on the paper.
However, taxi drivers can only find Zhangzhuang Community on Tuanjie Road.
After the two got off the car, they started looking for No. 105 in this urban village.
No. 98 is a Shaxian snack shop, and No. 102 is an electric vehicle repair shop.
No. 105...is a wreath and shroud shop.
"Is this here? Why does it feel a bit unreliable!" Lin Churan stood at the door of the wreath and shroud shop, looking inside.
There is only a dozen square meters of small shop, which is full of sundries and dimly lit, so you can't see the details inside.
Sitting on the small bench behind the counter was a hunchbacked old man wearing reading glasses. When he saw Qin Fan and the others approaching, he rolled his eyes and asked, "Want to buy a wreath?"
...Lin Churan was speechless, how could anyone promote this thing?
"No, we want to ask you about something." Lin Churan said.
"Everyone who asks me about dead people is dead. Is there a death in your family?" the old man said expressionlessly.
"What are you talking about, old gentleman!" Lin Churan was trembling with anger.
Qin Fan chuckled, looked at the old man, and asked, "Has anyone asked you to keep something?"
Lin Churan quickly said: "My dad's name is Lin Nan."
The old man raised his head and looked at the two people: "Wait."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the dark room, seeming to be rummaging for something.
After a while, he came out with a dusty box, which was thrown directly on the counter.
"Take it!"
Qin Fan and Qin Fan looked at each other, both showing excitement.
Lin Churan immediately opened the box with some disgust.
A book with a red cover appeared in front of them.
Book title: Poison!
Lin Churan looked at Qin Fan in confusion: "What is this?"
Qin Fan looked at the old man squatting on the ground making a wreath and asked: "The person who asked you to keep this thing didn't leave any words?"
The old man said: "He asked you not to go to him."
"Okay, if you don't want to buy anything, then leave quickly! Don't affect my business."
Qin Fan looked at Lin Churan: "Go back first!"
"kindness."
The two returned to Lin's clinic and sat face to face, staring at the book on Gu in a daze on the table.
"Qin Fan, this is an evil book that teaches people how to cultivate and cultivate poison. What does this have to do with my parents?"
"What kind of clue is this?"
Qin Fan smiled and said: "Don't you understand? This may be your parents telling you their identities!"
Lin Churan's eyes widened: "You mean, my parents raise Gu?"
"It's not a voodoo breeder, but a wizard. The book clearly states that the fifth level of a wizard is a voodoo master. Your parents should be members of the Witch God Cult."
Lin Churan's eyes widened: "Witch God Cult? I've never heard of it! Why does it feel a bit mysterious!"
"You mean my parents were kidnapped by the Witch God Cult?"
Qin Fan nodded: "That's right."
"Then how do we save them?"
"We can save them if we find the Witch God Cult."
"Where is the Witch God Sect? Who knows!" Lin Churan looked frustrated.
Qin Fan chuckled and said: "Don't worry, since this book is still here, the people from the Witch God Sect will probably come to look for it soon. We can just wait for them."
"Qin Fan, are you sure you can deal with the people of the Witch God Cult?"
Qin Fan smiled and said, "You won't know until you try."
"Then let's wait for them here?"
"kindness."
…
Jiangbei, Cheng family.
In the hall, the head of the Cheng family, Cheng Qiang, listened to the reports of his subordinates with a gloomy expression.
"Master, the second master obviously begged for mercy, but he was still killed by that kid!"
Bang!
Cheng Qiang slapped the table and stood up.
A powerful coercion shook the hearts of everyone in the hall!
"That's too much!"
"Do you know the origin of that boy?"
The subordinate shook his head: "I don't know. I sent people to check, but they couldn't find it at all. No one dared to reveal his information to others!"
"Trash!" Cheng Qiang shouted angrily: "Go and investigate immediately, and find out his eighteenth generation of ancestors for me at all costs!"
"No need to check!"
Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the hall.
Everyone in the Cheng family was shocked!
An old man slowly walked in from the door.
Cheng Qiang narrowed his eyes, stared at him closely and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man's face was expressionless: "Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked."
After saying that, he threw an information bag in his hand to Cheng Qiang: "This is that boy's information, you can read it yourself!"
Cheng Qiang cautiously picked up the information bag on the table, took a look at it, and suddenly had a look of surprise on his face.
"Very detailed information. Who are you and why do you have his information?"
The old man raised his head and glanced at him: "Kingto, Li family."
hiss!
Cheng Qiang took a breath and saluted the old man with a solemn expression: "It turns out he is a senior from a super family!"
The old man nodded, turned and left expressionlessly.
After the Li family worshiped him, Cheng Qiang's son Cheng Xinyu stood up and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Dad, the Li family sent that boy's information at this time. What does this mean?"
A strange smile appeared on Cheng Qiang's face: "It seems that the Cheng family is not the only one that the boy has offended! The Li family is trying to kill people with a borrowed knife!"
Cheng Xinyu asked: "Then what should we do? Do we still want to continue to deal with that kid?"
"Of course! The Li family wants to borrow our sword, and we can borrow the Li family's power! Follow me to the Yan family immediately!"
"What are you going to do at Yan's house?" Cheng Xinyu was a little confused.
"Don't ask, I'll tell you when we get there."
Jiangbei, Yanjia.
The Yan family is just a little-known family in Jiangbei.
However, no one in Jiangbei dared to underestimate the Yan family.
Even the Cheng family would not dare to offend.
All this is because of one person, the Sword God, Yan Nantian!
The great master who became famous in the Chinese martial arts world thirty years ago!
The Yan family is actually a martial arts family.
Of course, only Cheng Qiang knew this information, and he never told it even to his son Cheng Xinyu.
After all, martial arts masters are already as powerful as dragons in the sky. What's more, a top martial arts master like Yan Nantian has a status equal to that of the Chinese God of War, Yang Dingtian.
Even this Jiangbei boss did not dare to tell others about their news easily.
Just like those big guys don't dare to reveal Qin Fan's identity.
In front of the gate of the Yan family villa, Cheng Qiang told Cheng Xinyu the background of the Yan family.
"I brought you to the Yan family for another reason. Because Yan Nantian, the sword god, promised your grandfather back then that he would protect our Cheng family!"
"Now you understand why our Cheng family is not as powerful as the Murong family in the south of the Yangtze River, but why it is as famous as the Murong family and is so powerful in the north of the Yangtze River!"