There are various shapes of martial arts buildings. The retro ones are like Dengyun Martial Arts Hall, where the building area is spread out.
The modern style is like the Bawang Martial Arts Gym. The martial arts gym is in one building, with various training equipment and rest rooms on different floors.
There are more floors, so there are fewer people. Several people walked along and saw no one.
"Your Excellency Yihu, you said that this ruins has been over for more than a month, why hasn't my son come back yet?"
"My poor Yuan Ya is stuck in it too."
In room No. 8888, Yan Dongliang was walking around the room with an angry face, while Du Yuanya's parents were sitting aside, like ants on a hot pot.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency Zhendong, your son must be a lucky person. You have Yuan Yayi accompanying you. The two of you must be practicing there."
The person who was talking to Yan Dongliang was a man in gray robe, with loose clothes and big sleeves. He looked about forty years old, but his beard and hair were a little white, giving him an old look.
"We have to be anxious. Look, everyone else has come out. I heard that everyone who went in from Hushan has come out. Last time, Grandmaster Yan from Jianmenshan said that a child was one of theirs."
Yan Dongliang was a little angry. If he hadn't listened to the words of the gray-robed man Yihu, his son would not have gone to a dangerous place like the ruins. He had to rely on strength to get opportunities. He knew very well what kind of virtue his son had.
But he couldn't bear the young man's arrogance, and his mind was filled with the idea that his fate was up to him. Yan Dongliang couldn't stop his son, and now he wanted to know whether his son was dead or alive.
Yihu and his team also inspired many people in the neighborhood and led the crowd to attack the Hushan training camp, giving many people the opportunity to enter.
It was at this chaotic moment that Yan Shiji and Du Yuanya got into the thick fog, and Liu Li, the man in front of them, was said to have also gotten in.
"Tell me carefully what you saw in the ruins."
Yihu took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and waved them in front of Liu Li's eyes.
"Well said, these are yours, understand?"
"Have you seen my son Yan Shiji?"
Yan Dongliang said anxiously, the boys brought Liu Li back. They were afraid that the guy would run away, so they tied a rope around him.
"Relax, relax, you servants, why did you invite Mr. Liu Li?"
Yihu said dissatisfied. He walked over from the big mahogany chair and grabbed the rope that bound Liu Li. He didn't use much force, and saw that the thick hemp rope was torn into two pieces with a bang.
"Woo"
"You bastards, shut your mouths. How can Mr. Liu Li speak?"
After a "stab" sound, the black tape on Liu Li's mouth was torn off by Yan Dongliang.
"Ouch~Ouch"
Liu Li burst into tears. He now understood how Shang Qianqiu felt when he pulled the tape off his face. This strong type of tape was simply fatal. His mouth hurt tremendously. When he licked it, a salty smell entered his mouth.
"I'm still watching here. I didn't notice that Mr. Liu Li's mouth was swollen into a sausage. Please take away the swelling medicine."
The two old fritters were singing with red faces, and their attitude of treating evil people was completely shaken off.
When asked again, Liu Li shook his head vigorously.
"What kind of ruins, I don't know."
Liu Li knew very well that Xu Zhi had told him this kind of thing before, and no matter who asked him, he would either shut up or refuse.
Once he talks about the ruins, many people from different religions will be interested. Once he admits it, endless troubles will be waiting for him.
"Little one, don't be shameless. My people saw you entering the ruins."
After some good words, Liu Li always insisted on the principle of not knowing, not understanding, and not cooperating, which made Yihu very impatient.
"You were not even a street gangster before, but now you have money to learn skills from that old guy Yang Bai. Don't tell me that your money came from the sky."
Yan Dongliang hummed, Liu Li's background was clearly revealed by their investigation, the only thing unclear was what happened in the ruins.
The contents of the ruins are a mystery to those who have not come into contact with them. People visit the Hushan ruins every year, but very little information is revealed.
Without certain qualifications and family background, Hushan would never accept him as a student.
What is brought to ordinary people is often not an opportunity, but a disaster. Just like Liu Li, he cannot control his own progress or retreat.
What's more, Liu Li was just a person who accidentally entered the ruins and came out alive by luck, without any background in Hushan.
Only by vomiting out what he saw and heard can he be able to escape and then be questioned by more interested people.
Some processes are hard to describe. If you encounter someone with a bad temper, you will inevitably suffer a lot.
"Okay, little brother, I appreciate your temper."
Yan Dongliang patted Liu Li's face, turned to the people standing nearby and said, "Come on, gentlemen, get on the tiger bench, get some pepper water, and serve this little brother well."
"Wait a minute, Dad Ji, what are you asking? Xiaoli Zhiwuwu has a lot to say. Uncle, uncle, you have something to say."
Liu Li looked at the tiger bench being put up, he was being held up, and the red and pungent pepper water was about to be poured into his mouth, and he immediately stopped.
Yan Dongliang is planning to do something big and kill himself directly.
So what choice do you have, your life comes first.
"Have you met my son Yan Shiji?"
"I've seen it."
"Tell me, where is it?"
Yan Dongliang grabbed Liu Li's shoulders and shook her hard on the tiger bench.
"In Hushan, it was him and Brother Ya who got us there in the first place."
"Fake, yours, we are talking about it in the ruins, have you seen it before?"
Yihu felt that Yan Dongliang's questioning was too imprecise, and it was a good thing that he still had this last name.
"We have never met, sir. I just saw you today."
Liu Li stared at Yihu with an aggrieved look.
"Your Excellency Yihu, it's better for me to ask. You don't know how to ask in Dongyue dialect."
"Nonsense, my Dongyue dialect is very powerful, I have already passed the eighth level."
"Okay, okay, you are good at foreign languages, you are awesome."
Yan Dongliang felt sad and continued to ask Liu Li: "In the ruins, have you seen my son Yan Shiji or that person's son Du Yuanya?"
"No no."
"So, you have entered the ruins?"
Yan Dongliang stared at Liu Li closely, a petal-like red light flashing in his eyes.
"Tell me, what did you see in the ruins?"
"Sky, gray sky" Liu Li stared at Yan Dongliang with dull eyes.
"anything else?"
"The earth, the gray earth."
"Have you seen anyone or anything strange?"
Yan Dongliang was a little impatient. The Yihu was not good enough, and he was not feeling much better. His few questions were all nonsense.
"People, lots of bones, and horrible women."
Liu Li murmured, seeming to recall something deeply impressive in his mind.
Yihu glanced at Yan Dongliang, this old guy is not good at fighting, but his supernatural talent comes in handy in certain situations.
"What else? Tell me everything you see."
"What a big, big, big dragon, so scary, so scary, so scary." Liu Li seemed to remember something, and his body suddenly started to tremble.
Yan Dongliang's supernatural talent can confuse people of a lower level than him for a certain period of time as long as he can open a certain gap in the conversation.
"dragon"
Yan Dongliang and Yihu looked at each other. This was a very important piece of information about the Hushan ruins.