Outside the airport, Xing Yue waited for a long time, and finally received a call from his friend.
"There is only one approximate location, near the southwest suburbs." My friend said, "Go there and ask for yourself. Just ask if there is any place where people who come in and out always wear Tang suits."
"Be more specific." Xing Yue had been anxious for a long time, causing his voice to sound a little dazed, "There is only one direction and when can I find it? Please help me ask."
The friend scolded: "I'm really unlucky to know a person like you. I told you, but I couldn't ask in too much detail. What else do you want? You are trying to save your wife, but if others tell me, it will also harm you."
His whole life.
Ask yourself!"
My friend hung up the phone.
This friend’s phone number may not be answered in a short time.
The moment Xing Yue got the direction, he already waved for a taxi.
After he arrived at the southwest suburbs and was dropped off, he looked at the surrounding buildings and felt extremely helpless.
I reluctantly cheered up and started looking for people to ask.
In fact, before he got off the bus, he had already asked the taxi driver, "Master, do you know of any place near here where people entering and exiting always wear Tang suits?"
The driver obviously didn't know, so he asked, "Which company are you looking for? I need to know the name. I might know it."
I just don’t know the name.
At this time, there was no one on the road in this area. Xing Yue asked several store employees one after another, and the answers they gave were all that he didn't know.
Xing Yue did not give up. He would not find it difficult no matter how hard he was looking for Zhou Wenshuang.
I couldn't walk anymore, so I bought a bottle of water and sat on a bench next to the green belt to rest temporarily.
As soon as the water reached his mouth, he suddenly heard a cough from behind. He was startled and stood up from the bench suddenly.
Craning my neck and looking back, I realized there was a homeless man behind the green belt.
The clothes the homeless man was wearing were dirty, but it could still be seen that he was wearing a hospital gown.
I don’t know if he picked up these clothes from somewhere else, or if he just ran away from the hospital.
If it's the latter, what disease does this person have?
Xing Yue put on his mask and didn't want to miss any opportunity. He thought that the store employees had to work after all, and it was normal not to pay attention to what was going on outside. But homeless people were different. They lay on the ground all day long. Maybe they would see something.
More stuff.
"Hello, do you need any help?" Xing Yue said, taking out two hundred yuan from his wallet and placing it in front of the homeless man, "Can I ask you something?"
The homeless man looked at the money in front of him and seemed to be frozen.
Xing Yue heard him laugh twice, a bitter smile.
What is Xing Yuexin saying? How can you still smile bitterly when you have money? Could it be that prices in the capital have risen so high? Two hundred is too little to give to a homeless person?
"Friend, how long have you been here? Have you ever seen anyone wearing a Tang suit?"
The homeless man looked at Xing Yue, and when Xing Yue met his eyes, he felt something was wrong.
"If you don't know, forget it." Xing Yue was about to leave when he heard someone on the ground ask, "Are you looking for a place where people in Tang suits often come in and out?"
"Yes, yes, you know?" Xing Yue was delighted and took two steps forward.
As soon as he stepped forward, he smelled the stinky smell of the homeless man.
Xing Yue tried not to show disgust on his face, he just hoped that the other party could say something useful.
"It's over there." The homeless man pointed to a building not far away.
There were many cars coming and going in front of the building.
"Thank you very much." Xing Yue gave another two hundred, "If you feel uncomfortable, I can help you contact the hospital and I can help you pay for the medical expenses."
The homeless man shook his head and said, "Go and do your business."
When Xing Yue walked away, the tramp sneered and said: "An ordinary person dares to go there, go ahead and see what kind of death you will make."
Liu Dajing and Lao Fang arrived at the headquarters more than forty minutes ago.
As soon as they entered the door, they saw practitioners lying on the ground, and the security guards were carrying them to the car outside.
"What happened?" Lao Fang grabbed a person passing by.
"Who are you?" The man waved his hand impatiently, "No matter who you are or what you are here for, please go back and come back another day. There is currently no one in charge here."
Liu Dajing repeated Lao Fang's question, "What happened here? Does the person lying on the ground look like this? Does his cultivation have been abolished?"
"Hey, you are also cultivators, so it doesn't matter if I tell you." The man said, "Mr. Liu from Qingcuishan came and wiped out everyone in Jiangmen as soon as he arrived. Now he went out to catch goblins.
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"Did you say it was Liu Baihua?"
"Yes, it can't be Mr. Xiaoliu from Qingjingshan."
The man who spoke rolled his eyes at Liu Dajing, completely unaware that the person standing in front of him was the Mr. Xiao Liu he mentioned.
"Why did he come here?" Lao Fang was surprised and breathed a sigh of relief.
All the worries I had before are no longer necessary.
I don’t know what is going on with Liu Baihua, why she suddenly walked in front of them.
Could it be said that with higher cultivation level, the information will become better informed?
"Where did he go to catch monsters?" Liu Dajing continued to ask.
The cultivator who was stopped by them asked, "How do I know, but it was Team Leader Liao who received them just now. If you want to know, you can ask Team Leader Liao.
But I guess Team Leader Liao doesn’t have time to see you, he’s still entertaining distinguished guests.”
When Lao Fang heard this, he was immediately unconvinced. Besides Liu Baihua, what other distinguished guests could there be in this world?
He took out his mobile phone and called Liao Zhengfang, "It's me. I'm on the first floor of the headquarters. Come down and I'll ask you something."
Liao Zhengfang is holding the phone in one hand and unpacking takeaways for Lin Qian with the other hand.
"Mr. Fang, are you also here with Mr. Liu?" He said, "I can't leave because there are distinguished guests here, so you can just come up."
"If you have something to do, just go and get busy." Lin Qian didn't have the airs of superiority in Liao Zhengfang's impression at all. She ate delicious junk food that he usually wouldn't touch.
Liao Zhengfang hung up the phone directly, "It's not that important, not as important as your meal."
Lin Qian saw Zhou Wenshuang sitting aside in a restrained manner, not moving his chopsticks at all, and warmly greeted him, "Mom Zi Xin, you can eat too. Lao Liu is not that fast at catching monsters, so don't even think about going back for dinner."
Zhou Wenshuang tried to eat a piece of rice cake, but after just two bites, her lips were swollen.
What kind of crime is this, food or punishment?
Could it be that eating this kind of abnormally spicy food is also a way of cultivation?
When Lin Qian was enjoying her meal, Lao Fang and Liu Dajing came up.
As soon as Liu Dajing saw Lin Qian, he knew why his master had disappeared inexplicably.
"Mr. Fang." Liao Zhengfang held Lao Fang's hand, "I didn't expect that the matter was resolved so quickly. It's all thanks to you and Mr. Liu."