Here, Ye Huang was thinking about whether to take advantage of him. There were shouts in the distance, and when he looked up, he saw Wucha walking over quickly wearing a down jacket and dragging a suitcase.
"Ucha."
"Brother Wucha."
"Hello, Xiao Wucha..."
The three men standing in front of me each asked.
Wucha nodded to everyone and said apologetically: "Sir, brother Xingtian, I kept you waiting for a long time. The plane was delayed for a few minutes."
"It's nothing, China's planes are just like this, and we don't expect them to pass on time. By the way, it doesn't matter if I disturb your vigil this time, right?"
"Haha, it's nothing. All the rituals that need to be done have been done. As soon as Uncle Wushan told me yesterday, I knew that the young master must have something urgent to do with me. Young Master, what are we going to Hong Kong for this time?"
"I'm not sure about this. Someone over there will come to pick us up later. Maybe we can ask. By the way, why are you bringing so many things?" Seeing Wucha dragging a big suitcase behind him, Ye
The emperor asked.
Hong Kong is no better than Heilongjiang. The temperature is still in the teens and 20s, so there is no need to wear thick clothes. Seeing such a big suitcase, Ye Huang subconsciously thought it was something like clothes.
"Sir, these are not clothes, they are things inherited from our family, and they are all related to shamanism." When Ye Huang asked, Wucha smiled and agreed.
When these things were put on the plane, the quarantine officer refused to let them go. In the end, Wucha had no choice but to check them in. If he had not gone to pick up these things, he could have come a few minutes earlier.
Hearing what Wucha said, Ye Huang nodded, "When we go there this time, it might be the same as what happened to Gao Hu last time. Bring these things over to be prepared."
"Sir, I think so too. I heard my grandfather say before that things like Feng Shui and Kanyu are much more important in Hong Kong, Taiwan and Southeast Asia than in the mainland, and there are also many people who use these things to harm people.
I'm afraid it's a tough nut to crack this time, and these things might be useful."
Although Wucha didn't get much information from Gao Meng's phone call, Wucha still guessed something.
Feng shui masters are very popular in Hong Kong, and there are many masters. The young master's friend actually asked for help from the mainland, which means that the matter is already very serious.
Originally, this kind of thing was beyond the reach of Wucha, and Wucha would not care about it, but now that the young master has said it, he must intervene in this matter. Since he intervenes, he must solve the problem, otherwise he will be weak.
With the reputation of shamanism, Wucha has no face to face his dead grandfather and others.
"I hope it won't be too complicated. I'm going to take you out this time to relax. Helping people is on the back burner. If you really can't help, that's also impossible. Don't force it."
"I'll do my best!" Wucha said with a nod.
Although Ye Huang told him this, Wu Cha knew very well that Hong Kong had come to ask for help. If he didn't help solve the problem, it would not only be a loss of face, but it might also have some bad effects on the future development of the two families.
After the group of people waited at the airport for a while, Ye Huang received another call. After hanging up the phone, Ye Huang said to everyone.
"Let's go, the plane is here. Wucha, you don't need to check in these things. You can just put them on the private plane."
"good!"
Nodding, Ye Huang led a group of people through the VIP channel and onto the apron.
Far away, Ye Huang and others saw a Bombardier luxury passenger plane parked there. Several men in black suits were standing at the boarding gate. The leader was a Western-looking man.
"Hello, is this Mr. Ye?"
"That's me!" Ye Huang agreed with a nod.
"Hello, Young Master Ye. I am the steward Oubei. The master asked me to pick you up. You have been waiting for a long time." The butler named Oubei said to Emperor Ye politely.
"It's nothing, we just arrived." In response to the other party's gentlemanly demeanor, Ye Huang naturally responded with a smile, nodded and said humbly.
Xing Tian and Xing Ganqi, who were following Huang Huang, narrowed their eyes at this moment. The Oubei in front of them looked like an ordinary housekeeper, but in fact he was definitely a person with extremely high martial arts value.
Ye Huang could naturally see this, but thinking about some of the words his grandfather said before leaving, Ye Huang was naturally not surprised by these.
"Young Master Ye, you're welcome. Let's get on the plane. I've been waiting there for a long time."
"Okay!" Ye Huang didn't hesitate, he just greeted Xing Tian and the others behind him, and pulled Nangong Qingyin up the spiral staircase.
The plane paused for a while at Yucheng Jiangbei Airport and finally flew towards Hong Kong...
Since everyone had flown on the Nangong family's private jet before, even Lao Xing, a very curious person who could easily be mistaken for a country bumpkin, sat in his own seat and began to taste the food on the plane.
"Master Ye, we will arrive at Hong Kong Kowloon Airport in two hours. At that time, the master will personally pick you up and then hold a dinner for you. If you are hungry, you can eat something now. Although there is not much food on the plane,
, but also exquisite.”
"Haha, it's okay. I've had breakfast. By the way, Mr. O'Brien, I wonder what happened this time that made Grandpa Lin so anxious?"
"Master Ye, I can't say anything about this matter. You'd better go to Hong Kong and ask the master in person. I hope you won't be offended." When Emperor Ye asked, O'Bei didn't answer anything, but said apologetically.
Before coming, the master had already issued a death order and was not allowed to reveal any information in advance, so Oubei could only comply with it.
Hearing Oubei's words, Ye Huang and Wu Cha looked at each other, and their hearts sank.
This is not good news. It is probably not a good thing for the Lin family to block the news like this.
"In this case, I will ask Grandpa Lin personally when I get to Hong Kong. Mr. O'Bei, please go and do your work."
"Okay." Nodding, the latter turned around and headed towards the cockpit.
"Ucha, what do you think?"
"I guess the situation is not good, sir. I am so secretive about not letting outsiders know. I'm afraid something is wrong." Glancing at Oubei in front of him, Wucha said in a low voice.
"Is it more difficult than the art of attracting souls?"
"Sir, the soul-inducing technique is not a powerful spell. It can be broken as long as you find someone. But the problem that arises in the Lin family is probably not that simple. I hope it won't be too difficult to solve." Wu Cha sighed, raising his brows.
A ray of anxiety also arose.
Seeing Wu Cha's expression and thinking of Oubei's solemn face, Ye Huang felt that there was something evil about this matter.
