The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the word "Loucheng" don't mention anything else. They alone mean a lot. A peerless genius, a person who can't be counted among human beings, a warrior who is almost equivalent to Peng Leyun's level before his breakthrough. I will wait for him.
There are not enough people watching!
Therefore, one of the two or three most powerful elders of the master sect must be invited to come, and the journey must begin immediately, because Lou Cheng is not alone, and there is a huge force like the Ice God Sect behind him.
He may have come here carelessly and without informing the sect, but under the circumstances like this, he must ask for help. Even if the Ice God Sect has very low influence in the provinces and cities around the ancient city, they still can't resist them. There are so many masters, just two of them.
It cannot be countered by its own power.
Well, the elder has to arrive before tomorrow morning, and then search within one day. If he can't find old Qiu Po and can't get any clues about the "fight" formula, he will reveal the matter to Daxing Temple and try to get a piece of leftovers.
water!
All kinds of thoughts flashed through the mind of the man in the black T-shirt Huang Zihua, causing him to speak solemnly and face the other end of the phone to ask for help. His words were concise and concise, without saying much, everything was contained in the meaning of those two simple words!
After hanging up the phone, the experienced Huang Zihua suppressed his frightened heart, glanced at Xixi and Achen, nodded reluctantly and said: "I still have something to do, I will treat you to dinner later."
The mysterious disappearance of Lao Qiu Granny already put a lot of pressure on him, and he didn't bother to pick up girls. It wasn't until he tried hard all day without success and received Xixi's WeChat message that he thought about relaxing and clearing his mind to see if he could generate any inspiration.
Now, a powerful person has arrived and the situation has changed drastically. How can he still have the energy to talk nonsense with the girl?
"Okay..." Xixi and Ah Chen looked at each other, not sure what the current situation was, and replied in confusion.
Immediately afterwards, Xixi instinctively added worriedly: "Brother Huang, then, that stalker won't come again, right?"
Huang Zihua looked at her deeply, moved his lips a few times and said:
"Don't worry, his target is not you."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the alley, heading back to the inn where he lived, leaving the two girls to stay where they were.
The target was not me...Brother Huang who fell to the ground unconscious...the stalker who never appeared again...Xixi looked at Ah Chen and suddenly had some guesses in her heart.
It seems we were involved in something serious...
I'm afraid the person the stalker is looking for is Brother Huang, I'm just a cover...
After understanding this, Xixi was relieved and scared at the same time, feeling novel and inexplicably lost.
At this time, Ah Chen frowned and muttered to himself in confusion:
"Lou Cheng...this name sounds so familiar..."
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Lou Cheng, whose identity was exposed, knew that the other party would definitely ask for help. He was not ready until the last moment and was not willing to ask his "parents" for help, so he packed a lot of food and returned to the inn. While eating, he analyzed and considered the information obtained from Huang Zihua.
Be prepared to speed up the process and try to get a head start.
They went through the official system and found local snake Zhou Wei, but no useful clues were found...
They sent people to keep an eye on Li Wanquan secretly, hoping that Old Mrs. Qiu would throw herself into the trap, because for this woman with a strange temperament and mysterious methods, being approached was due to Li Wanquan's "betrayal", and she was likely to take revenge...
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Some of them are still watching No. 15 Wanhe Street, fearing that Old Mrs. Qiu will go home to get something...
After thinking through various situations, Lou Cheng did not make any new discoveries, he just eliminated many possibilities.
Unconsciously, it was close to 8:30 pm, and his cell phone rang with a special reminder.
Yan Zheke "thumped the ground and laughed" and said: "Haha, I saw such a funny thing so early in the morning, hello, perverted orange!"
"What can I do? I'm helpless. I don't follow people at all..." Lou Cheng said, "hiding his face and crying".
Being a "pervert" is really not a good experience, except in front of classmate Ke Xiaoke.
"What do the two girls look like?" Yan Zheke said, covering her mouth and smiling.
"It's just so so. You can recognize it when you see it, but if you don't see it, you almost forget what it looks like." Lou Cheng was moved in his heart and answered with a slight exaggeration.
Yan Zheke bit his lip and looked at the sky and said: "Liar, if it doesn't look good, then why would Huang Zihua want to strike up a conversation? He is in the alchemy realm after all!"
"Maybe it's hard for me to go from extravagance to frugality." Lou Cheng said with a chuckle when he saw that the little fairy had perfectly fallen into his routine.
Yan Zheke paused for a moment before replying: "I almost laughed out loud and almost squirted the milk... My mother looked at me with a strange look... By the way, are there any clues?"
She was in a good mood and put the topic on the right track.
"If all the clues are broken, does it count as a clue?" Lou Cheng told his wife what he had summarized.
"Well." Yan Zheke said, "crossing his hands and supporting his chin in deep thought," "According to mystery novels, in this case, we have to go back to the starting point and start again. Since we can't figure out how Old Mrs. Qiu left the yard,
Then we have to go to the place where she disappeared and start over..."
"So, I plan to go to Old Qiu's house at three o'clock tonight to see if there are any traces that have been missed. If they can't find it, it doesn't mean that I can't do it. There aren't many people below Wai Gang who can practice something like this."
Bingjing's secret skill!" Lou Cheng said in a tacit understanding.
"Hey, husband and wife have the same views!" Yan Zheke replied with a "smirk".
The pleasant chat became intermittent after Yan Zheke packed up and went out, and the intermittent chatting could not last too long because it was soon time for Lou Cheng to sleep and recuperate.
After saying good night, he sighed, meditated into silence, and fell into a deep sleep.
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At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the alarm clock rang, and Lou Cheng woke up. He quickly cheered up and became energetic again.
After changing into dark martial arts uniform, he said "Let's go" to Yan Zheke and himself.
In the dead of night, the lights were lonely, Lou Cheng walked along the dark place, and soon arrived around No. 15 Wanhe Street, and relied on his keen senses and previous experience to find two hidden piles.
He patiently waited for the opportunity. When a drunkard returning from the bar passed by and attracted the attention of the hidden stake, he held up his hand, and like a big black bird, it crossed the wall in the thick night and directly entered Old Qiu's house.
courtyard.
Landing silently, he pounced forward like a civet cat. Lou Cheng opened the door and entered the room with a gentle movement, and closed it casually.
Using the starlight outside, he took in everything here and saw many antique utensils, calligraphy, paintings and ornaments.
According to rumors, Old Mrs. Qiu was not someone who liked calligraphy and painting... Lou Cheng was confused and checked one by one, but still found no valuable clues.
He looked carefully from the living room to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the kitchen, but found nothing.
As a last resort, Lou Cheng restrained his thoughts and visualized an "ice mirror". His emotions were condensed and his mind was calm, reflecting everything within a few dozen centimeters around him.
When everything appeared, he followed the route he had just taken and returned step by step. He felt that the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and there were no major changes.
From the kitchen back to the bedroom, from the bedroom back to the living room, Lou Cheng had just taken two steps when he suddenly "heard" a heartbeat, which was not his own!
thump!
His scalp numbed, he stopped, concentrated on "listening", and was ready to attack with all his strength.
After a full minute, a second "plop" sounded in his "heart"!
Thump, thump, thump... The heartbeat was slow and low, as if it came from deep underground, like the call of an evil spirit.
Lou Cheng took a breath, his inner lake's ice mirror remained the same, and he got rid of all the thoughts that made his hair stand on end.
After a few minutes, he took two steps back and looked at the place where he had just stepped.
The floor of the entire living room has not been treated, but has been compacted with soil.
And that weird heartbeat comes from under the soil!
right here!
Damn it, what the hell is this... Lou Cheng swallowed, his mind was racing, and he had a few guesses. He suddenly sat down cross-legged and visualized the corresponding ancient character for "bing".
His momentum immediately surged outward, like a doomsday blizzard that darkened the sky, lowered the temperature, and was stained with blood evil, "howling" and pressing toward the ground where the terrible heartbeat sounded!
Boom! Lou Cheng crossed his legs, stretched out his right hand, and with the help of his momentum, he made a virtual fist, tapped the ground, and said in a low voice that could not leave the room:
"Come out, I won't do anything to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, something strange happened suddenly. The ground seemed to be crawling. One after another, brightly colored insects emerged. Along his fist that touched the soil, they rushed upward like a tide. They were so dense that it made people feel both physically and mentally.
Tremble!
Lou Cheng shook his head, and his fist suddenly ignited with a violent red flame. Before the bright insects could do anything, they turned black due to burning and fell like rain.
Pat pat pat pat pat, the "raindrops" came quickly, covering the area.
When there were only a dozen bugs left, the moths finally stopped trying to fight the flames. A palm with slightly wrinkled skin popped out from the compacted soil. It was not too big and looked like a woman's.
In the strange scene, another hand, head, torso and feet all emerged from the ground, outlining an old woman wearing dark red clothes.
"Old Qiu Granny?" Lou Cheng breathed out secretly, regained his momentum of suppressing the other party, and asked with a smile.
The old woman corrected her face with a straight face and her body trembling slightly: "Qiu Huazhen."
Sure enough... Lou Cheng looked the other person up and down, and found that except for the silver strands on her head, her face was quite pale, she didn't look too old, and she was dignified and elegant, without being weird or scary as rumored.
Yes, she was a beauty with many suitors back then... Lou Cheng nodded and said:
"Ability?"
If Old Qiu Po was very strong, she wouldn't be able to hide in this way... but could hide in the soil and not come out for several days, as if she were hibernating. It would be very difficult to achieve this level with martial arts under Wai Gang...
"Well." Qiu Huazhen stared at him coldly and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Lou Cheng was about to take out the photo of the wine jug with the character "Dou" in it and ask, when suddenly an idea flashed and he looked at the utensils and ornaments and said:
"Are these antiques?"
"You already know..." Qiu Huazhen's face changed drastically.
"Not much." Lou Cheng replied vaguely, "You better say it yourself."
Old Mrs. Qiu and the others seemed to be a group of tomb robbers. No wonder they could find the word "fight" related to it. They might have gotten involved in some murder cases, so they refused to discuss with those two groups and kept trying to escape. This was because they had something in their mind.