Tang Baihu stepped forward, leaned down slightly, and asked in a low voice.
"Chi, chi..."
The man's feet were bare, and his nails were as long as half a thumb, and were full of black mud. At first glance, he looked unkempt.
He was very thin, as if he was hungry.
Still sobbing.
Tang Baihu hesitated for a moment, language barrier?
"Hello~?"
"Hmm."
The sobbing seemed to stop for a moment, then resumed.
Tang Baihu was stunned.
What is this situation? Are you crying after being bombed?
Such a fragile middle-aged man?
He simply didn't say anything and squatted down next to the man, using his "glazed Buddha's hidden eyes" to continue searching for his missing junior sister.
"Chi, chi!"
The sobbing continued for a while, and at such a close distance, the crying man finally seemed to feel embarrassed.
He wiped his muddy face, turned around, and opened his mouth.
Tang Baihu tilted his head.
After the man swallowed hard twice, he finally made a sound.
"Who are you?"
After all, he was the one who made him cry, so Tang Baihu felt that he had the obligation to make the other person happy.
So he used a way to comfort the children and raised his ears with his hands.
"mushroom."
"The kind of mushroom that can GiaoGiao."
"Are you a mushroom too?"
man:???
"Are you sick?" The man paused for a while before asking.
"No, mushrooms don't get sick." Tang Baihu replied.
"How do you know mushrooms don't get sick?"
"I am the mushroom!"
"...You're not!"
"Oh yes, I'm not, you are."
"I'm not a mushroom!"
The man replied irritably, and then he realized that after the formation was blown up, he actually discussed with the person who exploded the formation whether he was a mushroom?
this……
He stood up, squinted his eyes, and asked, "Who are you? And how did you get to this place?"
Tang Baihu also stood up and said without fear: "I still want to ask, who are you? And how did you come to the City Lord's Mansion? What are your intentions?"
"?"
The man seemed to be immediately stopped by the question and asked: "You don't know me?"
"I need to get to know you..."
As Tang Baihu said this, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He had asked about the powerful people in the city lord's mansion, but it seemed that there was no such person.
However, there is another weird person in the City Lord's Mansion of Yuzhou City, and that is the City Lord.
This guy is a real hands-off shopkeeper. He disappeared inexplicably a few years ago. After that, all the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion were handed over to Fu Yuxiang.
At first, everyone thought it was a pretense.
After all, many forces and many big bosses will use this method to fish for law enforcement.
But as time went by, everyone discovered that something was wrong.
The city lord seemed to have really disappeared from the world and never appeared in front of anyone.
There are even rumors that even the servants and guards in the city lord's mansion have never seen this person again.
It's like...
dead.
But there is another legend that the city lord of Yuzhou City was actually obsessed with the formation, studied it day and night, and could not come out of seclusion.
In the end, he even went crazy and was imprisoned by the city lord's mansion.
Tang Baihu actually didn't believe this last statement.
But the formation...
He glanced at the person in front of him.
Maybe people are just not as extreme as being obsessed, but they are still wandering at the door of being obsessed?
"Are you the city lord?"
Tang Baihu directly expressed his doubts.
The air was silent for a second.
The man sighed.
"Has the world forgotten me?"
Tang Baihu's eyes widened: "Are you really the city lord? Fu Yuxiang's father?"
"My name is Fu Ting."
The hoarse voice settled in the air.
The man stood with his hands behind his back and his bare feet on this desolate, charred land, his toenails deeply embedded in the ground.
Her curly hair moved with the breeze, like a withered willow swaying in the autumn wind.
The tattered clothes hung on the body like strips of cloth, exuding a rancid smell that had not been washed for several years and fluttering in the wind.
Tang Baihu wouldn't believe it even to death, this man would be the city lord!
He's just a shabby beggar, and he's dressed better than you!
"You said yes."
"?"
"Say it quickly!"
"Yes?" Fu Ting hesitated.
Tang Baihu glanced at the information column, but there was no reaction?
His heart skipped a beat, "You say no again!"
"……no?"
Seeing the change in the other person's expression, Tang Baihu trembled and exhaled, trying to squeeze out a smile on his face, but it was still very stiff.
Damn it, so just now, you blew up Fu Yuxiang’s father?
Is this the time to admit my mistake?
If Fu Yuxiang, his younger brother, is brought out for confession, will he be able to escape this disaster?
but……
Such a nested formation was blown up like this.
As a junior, I still entered the forbidden area by mistake...
No matter how you explain this, it’s still going to be cool!
Tang Baihu was shocked.
"Steady, don't mess up!"
"You can't admit your mistake, yes, absolutely not!"
"If you still admit your mistake at this time, let's flood the Dragon King Temple... Jue Shisan is seeking death!"
He took a deep breath. If you can't force a smile, then don't force it!
"So, are you really the city lord?"
Fu Ting rolled his eyes.
He didn't know if he was out of his mind or something that made him want to cooperate with this person.
After breathing this fresh and anxious air, Fu Ting finally regained his composure.
It's time to settle the accounts.
He continued to look at the young man and said in a solemn voice: "Who are you?"
The difference in tone represents a change in mood.
There was already a sense of scrutiny in Fu Ting's eyes.
And Tang Baihu...
Even though he had confirmed this guy's identity, Tang Baihu still couldn't believe it.
He looked this man up and down...
He looks exactly like a prisoner!
He was unkempt, his clothes were in tatters, and when he was first released from prison, he was severely bombed...
Um?
wrong?
Get out of jail?
Tang Baihu's mind settled and he felt that he had caught some blind spot.
Could this guy be studying formations here and end up being nested too far and trapping himself, so he can't get out?
The explosion just now blew him out?
So, this guy just cried with joy as if he had been reborn?
Damn it!
Tang Baihu felt that at this time, even his own brain circuitry could not keep up!
But this man looks like he wants to settle a score.
He was determined, resisted his desire to retreat, and secretly encouraged himself.
Tang Baihu, hold on!
You are a grand master now!
At least, pretend to be!
What does it mean that this person, as a city lord, could face you, a mere doctorate, and did not choose to take action immediately but communicated instead?
Your method of breaking the formation is beyond his understanding, so he can communicate with you so calmly!