However, Li Leping didn't seem to hear him and walked quickly to the middle-aged man and asked.
"You are not Chen Mengyao."
The middle-aged man who heard Li Leping's voice frowned slightly and shook his head in frustration. The scars on his eyes began to squirm, looking particularly scary.
"I'm not, but since you mistook me for her, there must be a reason. Tell me." Li Leping said.
The middle-aged man did not reply, but twitched his nose again, as if he had determined the source of the smell. Then he raised his hand and pointed at Li Leping's chest: "The smell comes from here."
"here?"
Li Leping looked confused at first, then his eyes flickered and he took out a stack of white paper from the inner pocket of his clothes.
"Yes, that's right, that's it."
As soon as the thing was taken out, the middle-aged man seemed a little excited. While confirming it continuously, he kept tapping his fingers towards the white paper.
"You mean, this is Chen Mengyao's thing?"
However, Li Leping's face tightened when he saw the middle-aged man with such a moving expression, and he thought of many things in his mind.
"Chen Mengyao? Storyteller Chen Mengyao?"
Suddenly, another old man with an older appearance, probably in his early sixties, came over and muttered a name and a title.
"Do you know Chen Mengyao?"
Li Leping, who was deep in thought, suddenly looked at the approaching old man.
Even though this old man is only about sixty years old, this place is a supernatural world. The messengers who stay here all stay at that moment in the oil painting and will not age.
Because of this, who knows how old this old man is, and who knows how long these older-looking ghost masters have been in this place?
"I just heard that he was a ghost controller who was already famous in the early Republic of China. 'Storyteller' is equivalent to your code name in this era. It is said that the Storyteller has the ability to turn a story into reality? As for whether it is true
If it is false, there is no way to verify it.”
The old man said that he didn't know much, and then glanced at the blind middle-aged man named Wang: "Don't expect to ask anything from him. Although he has been involved in the supernatural circle for a longer time than me, during the Republic of China
In the early days, he was too far away from us. At that time, this guy was just a newcomer who had just entered the circle. He was often called a passerby, like A, B, B, D. At most, he met Chen Mengyao, who was already famous, by chance.
I just remembered the supernatural smell on her body."
As he talked, the old man even started to mutter: "It's really interesting for you young people to say that when you were involved in the supernatural circle, you not only used your real name, but also used the title of the ghost you controlled. This is not the same as putting underwear on your face.
Aren’t you afraid that others will find out all your information?”
"Storyteller, the ability to transform stories into reality?"
Li Leping ignored the old man's subsequent nagging and fell into thinking.
"Liu Xunzhi?"
Suddenly, the blind middle-aged man seemed to smell something again, and then pointed to the location of Liu San, as if he had recognized the wrong person again.
However, Liu San's sallow complexion suddenly changed at this moment, and he looked at the middle-aged man in astonishment, as if a secret hidden deep in his heart had been ruthlessly exposed.
"What are you doing?"
At this time, Yang Jian, Li Jun and Lu Zhiwen, who had already asked for information from Zhang Xianguang, came over. As soon as they came over, they saw Li Leping and Liu San standing still together.
"Nothing." The two said in unison.
Later, Li Leping asked: "Did you ask for any information?"
"Asked, Zhang Xianguang probably went to Shuangqiao Town near Dahan City. We will go to Shuangqiao Town now to intercept and kill him," Li Jun said.
Yang Jian looked at Li Leping, Liu San, and the blind middle-aged man with suspicion, but he didn't have the habit of thoroughly checking other people's privacy unless it concerned him.
So, Yang Jian followed Li Jun's words and said: "Let's go to Shuangqiao Town to intercept Zhang Xianguang, bring back the ghost paintings, and end this matter completely."
Soon, the captains who entered the world of oil painting returned to the post office one after another.
As soon as he came out, Liu San immediately said: "Shuangqiao Town is not far from here. If you use the ghost domain, you can get there within a minute."
"Everything goes well. These troublesome things can be over in less than an hour, and I can return to Oyuan City as soon as possible." He Yin'er was already a little impatient.
However, when preparing to set off, Yang Jian found that there was something wrong with the number of people.
One person is missing.
In his first reaction, Yang Jian thought of Li Leping.
After all, this mysterious guy has special abilities. Even if he is separated from the large army, he can still be unaware of it. Especially after mastering the supernatural power of the "third person", he can become completely invisible when wearing a hood.
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As a result, when Yang Jian tilted his head, he discovered that the strange and ordinary-looking Li Leping was standing beside him, looking at him from time to time with his gray eyes, looking thoughtful.
Ignoring Li Leping's peek, Yang Jian counted the people again and finally determined who was missing.
"Where's Zhou Deng? Where did he go again?"
"He's wandering around on the fifth floor." Sun Ruiju said with his cane.
"Let him come down, it's time to go." Yang Jian said.
Sun Rui nodded.
immediately.
Zhou Deng, who was wandering on the fifth floor, suddenly stepped on the air and fell down with a cry of surprise.
"boom!"
After falling heavily into the hall on the first floor, he hurriedly turned over and rubbed his butt. Then he looked around and found that everyone was staring at him.
"Hello everyone."
He greeted everyone awkwardly.
He Yin'er gritted her teeth and was very unhappy: "Zhou Deng! Where have you been at this time? Have you gone again..."
Before he could speak, Zhou Deng made a squeaking gesture to her with an anxious look on his face, then clasped his hands together, begging He Yin'er to stop talking as if he was begging grandpa to sue grandma.
Stop talking, stop talking, it would be really embarrassing if you were caught in front of the post office manager.
Yang Jian stared at his suitable hands: "What are you holding in your hands?"
"Is this it? It's nothing. I picked it up casually on the fifth floor. No one should want it."
Zhou Deng quickly hid the treasure in his hand.
"Forget it, let's go."
Time was tight, and Yang Jian didn't care too much. What's more, if Zhou Deng really took something valuable, it would not be a good thing for the next thing.
soon.
Everyone set out again, left the apartment, and returned to the real Dahan City.
Then the red light shrouded the ghost realm and Yang Jian led them straight to Shuangqiao Town.