"Wucha, take out those disposable magic weapons of yours and ask Uncle Beitang to distribute them to those seniors."
"good!"
Nodding, Wucha grabbed a handful of jade ornaments of different styles and sizes from his pocket.
The materials of these jade ornaments are not very good. They only cost about three to five hundred dollars on the market. Last time they competed against Chalunpeng in Yucheng.
Emperor Ye was afraid that the head-lowering technique and black magic under this chalumpeng would pose a threat to the gang members, so he asked Wucha to refine these things.
Unexpectedly, Zhalumpeng had first dealt with the potential threats that Emperor Ye was most afraid of, but in the end, none of these things were used.
In addition to the dozens Wucha brought today, the Yanhuang Society helped everyone get one. It can be said that it has almost become a symbol of the Yanhuang Society.
"Do these things really work?" Although Zhang Zetian had seen Ye Huang take out this thing a long time ago, he was still a little surprised when Wu Cha suddenly took out a handful of it.
"What are you talking about! Brother Wucha will lie to us? Hong Feng, take the distribution and give it to those old men, just say it is an order issued by the chief himself. Damn it, old man, I still have to worry about these old stubborns!"
When he said this, the old man couldn't help but feel a little angry. He had kindly asked them to move out to avoid trouble, but he didn't expect that no one would listen. In the end, he had to ask the No. 1 chief to come forward.
But he did understand this matter. If Emperor Ye hadn't saved him, he would have understood some metaphysical things.
Suddenly someone said that this place was unsafe and something bad would happen, and he might not leave.
They are all a group of people who have survived the gunfire. Who would be afraid of these monsters?
Here, Beitang Hongfeng nodded when he heard Zhang Wanhong's words, then took the jade ornaments from Wucha's hand, and walked out of the small courtyard. Zhang Zetian was afraid that he would be scolded by me for saying something wrong in the room, so he followed him out.
In the room, Ye Huang and Wu Cha chatted with Zhang Wanhong. Half an hour later, Beitang Hongfeng and Zhang Zetian, who were covered in snow, came back.
"How's it going? Is it done?"
Zhang Wanhong, who was anxious in his heart, sat up and asked when he saw Hong Feng coming in from Beitang.
"Those old men were a little curious, but they kept it secret." Beitang Hongfeng smiled and agreed.
When I handed these things to them, they still looked puzzled, but after hearing that it was the chief's intention, they all finally took it.
"Just take it. When this crisis is resolved, I must announce this matter to them. ***, I have to get those bottles of 1986 Maotai that they have."
When he thought about how much he could make from these old bastards, Zhang Wanhong had a huge smile on his face and burst into laughter.
Next to them, Ye Huang and others were also smiling knowingly. This old man actually had a childlike temperament.
After waiting for almost an hour, I went out several times during the flood peak in Beitang to arrange things, and the evacuation finally began.
Within half an hour, all the twenty-odd elderly people in the nursing home, together with the medical staff, were all loaded into military vehicles and left the nursing home in the suburbs of Beijing under the cover of darkness and heavy snow. Mr. Zhang Wanhong was no exception.
At the entrance of the sanatorium in the suburbs of Beijing, Hong Feng and Zhang Zetian in Beitang looked at Ye Huang and the others.
"I'll leave this to you. If anything happens, call us."
Zhang Zetian spoke first.
"Don't worry, if you really can't get it down and run away, I still have the ability to write, so don't worry, two uncles." Ye Huang said confidently with a smile on his face.
"I'm not too afraid that something will happen to you because you have ancient martial arts, but it's better to be careful. If it doesn't work, we'll discuss it later. I believe the chief won't blame you. I still have something to do over there, otherwise I'll accompany you.
Stayed."
Beitang Hongfeng is also a person who practices ancient martial arts, and this evil will not have any impact on him. Originally, as an elder, he should stay, but unfortunately there is something going on with the chief tonight, so he has to leave.
"Haha, I mainly rely on Wu Cha at night. We are just helping from the side. Uncle Beitang will go and do it if he has something to do. If there are too many people, he will alert the snake."
Obtaining instructions from Chief No. 1 this time is not only to eliminate the threat of Yinsha, but also to follow the clues to find out who is behind this. If there are too many people, there is really no guarantee that anyone will keep an eye on this place.
"Okay! The lights are on as you said, so let's go first."
After exchanging a few words in front of the door, the two got in the car and left in a hurry.
Looking at the jeep disappearing into the night, Ye Huang slowly turned around and took a deep breath to look at Wucha and Xingtian.
"Okay, there are only three of us left here, it's our turn!"
"Emperor, you and Wucha go together, and I go together by myself and search up the side of the sanatorium. If anything happens, say hello in time."
"Well! Then be careful."
Nodding, the two of them had no objections to Ye Huang's words.
Then, the three of them divided into two groups, took flashlights and searched along the two walls of the sanatorium to the north mountain.
Ye Huang now has a very sensitive perception of Yin evil spirit, so naturally he does not need any magic weapon to help him.
But Wu Cha couldn't. In addition to the magic weapon for protection, he also held the compass in his hand, walking slowly, always paying attention to the changes of the pointer.
Although the heavy snowfall made the surrounding environment extremely bad, the three of them were not hypocritical people, so it didn't have much impact at all.
Until the three of them met at Beishan, they still found nothing.
"How's it going? Did you find anything there?"
Ye Huang asked Wu Cha. Along the way, although the Yin evil aura was much stronger than during the day, there was not much fluctuation.
"No, the pointer of the compass has always been very stable without much change. It's really strange. Grandpa said that Yin and Yang evil cannot be separated too far apart. It's a bit hard to figure out how I didn't find it all the way." Frowning, Wu said.
Cha was confused at this moment.
"Could it be covered up by something?"
Next to him, Xing Tian added another sentence.
When Ye Huang and Wu Cha said this, their eyes lit up.
"nursing home!"
The two shouted in unison.
Ten minutes later, the three of them rushed back to the nursing home from the back mountain. Looking at the brightly lit and deserted nursing home, the three of them felt a little bitter.
"This sanatorium is quite large. It will probably be past midnight to search it all."
"It would be fine if Yang Shakou is in the sanatorium. If not, all the efforts will be in vain."
Ye Huang smiled bitterly.
"This is not the most important thing. The important thing is that if this Yang Sha is in a nursing home, he doesn't have to move back." Wucha said in a gloomy voice.
When he said this, Emperor Ye also woke up. Yin evil spirits kill people, but Yang evil spirits don't kill people.
If this Yang evil spirit were in this sanatorium, wouldn't it mean that the sanatorium itself was on a volcano, which would be even more terrifying than the Yin evil spirit.
