I took a deep breath and tried not to show any fear, and stepped into the hall.
The hall of the Guangming Hall is brightly lit, and the furniture placed around it is all old furniture. I took a cursory glance and found that there were no less than ten pieces of huanghuali furniture from the early Guangming Dynasty, not to mention the official kiln porcelain displayed everywhere.
"sit down."
In the main hall, the man who spoke looked to be in his fifties. He had white hair on his temples. He was wearing an ordinary white shirt and suit pants. The cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up to expose most of his arms. He looked like an ordinary passerby.
Uncle.
"It's not cold, the air conditioner is on in the room," he smiled, stood up and asked us to sit down.
Sitting under my buttocks was a Ming Dynasty huanghuali imperial chair. I asked with trepidation: "Your Excellency..."
The man looked at me and smiled and said: "Little friend Xiang Yunfeng, you and I have known each other for a long time. We have a close relationship with each other. We parted ways at the foot of Moth Mountain. It's been more than the Chinese New Year."
Although this man looks ordinary and dresses like an uncle on the street, for some reason, his words gave me a great sense of oppression.
The moment I walked in, I actually guessed it...
It's the Changchun Society...
It is a huge organizational group that originated in Changchun, Northeast China, and secretly managed the three religions and nine streams of the old society...
I was very nervous and held on to the armrest of the chair. Brother Yu noticed my nervousness and subconsciously tightened his grip on the stick.
Seeing that my body was tense, he said:
"Young people don't need to be nervous. I am different from some people. At the same time, I have a relationship with Ms. Zhao Qingwan, so I still have to give her face. I have always stood on the side of justice. I invite you here this time mainly because I want to open my eyes."
I will talk to you publicly."
"Talk about...?"
I gritted my teeth and said: "Sister Hong is such a good person, but she was teased by you like that. Sister Hong stabbed her head. Do you know whether she will blame herself in her heart? Will she be sad? Her father was harmed by the Changchun Society. Sister Hong and I
She said that her goal in life is to save enough money. If 100 million is not enough, 300 million will be enough! Sister Hong said that she will go to the Northeast to avenge her family!"
The more I talked about the past, the more excited I became, and my face turned red.
"Standing on the side of justice? Have you ever thought about using those heretical ways to control people and make them do things against their own conscience? How can we talk about justice?"
"Moreover! You have traveled thousands of miles to chase us all the way to Hong Kong! Why do you want to kill us all? Just for that bottle of potion?!"
This man listened to what I said and remained quiet.
"Why...."
He sighed: "Young man, Changchun will be huge. Believe me, it is bigger than you think. I can only control part of it. I deeply regret what happened to you before. I'm sorry."
I was a little overwhelmed when I heard this, it was just unexpected.
Is it the Changchun Society?
Are all Changchun people like Xiao Dutou, a arrogant person?
But then, why do these people have to deal with Dou Sprouts again?
"Young man, let me get straight to the point. My time is very urgent. I only want the bottle of medicine in your hand."
"You just give it to me."
"In return, I can promise you two things."
He looked at me and said: "First, we will help you deal with the hostile forces in Yinchuan. No matter who it is, if you want him to disappear from this world forever, give him a name."
"Second, as long as I am in office, Changchun will never actively interfere in your lives."
"How?" After saying this, the man poured himself a cup of tea and looked at me calmly, waiting for my reply.
Blue Potion.....
Little blue bottle...
I have been resisting that thing from the bottom of my heart from the beginning to the end. Every time I close my eyes, the shadow of Researcher An often appears in my mind. It’s so scary... If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would never have believed that the dead can still survive.
Opening eyes.
That thing is a trample on modern science in a civilized society!
The little blue bottle is like some kind of taboo. I resist this thing from the bottom of my heart.
I'm afraid only two people know where this thing is now, not even my most powerful leader, because I have never told this secret to anyone.
Of the two people who know, one is myself.
another one.
It is an unknown newsstand owner located somewhere in Hong Kong.
