Director Fan snapped at the case and said, "Nonsense! Don't think that just because you know some Taoism and magic, you can do whatever you want!"
Lang Shuoyang was too lazy to pay attention to this fat man who was speaking in an official voice, and said to Yi Nan: "The missing child is not dead. I can track him. He is within a radius of twenty miles. I sensed an evil force controlling him. This force
I am somewhat familiar with the power, like the head-dropping master that night. If the child is in his hands, it will be in trouble. If he doesn't take it back as soon as possible, he might be harmed."
When Yi Nan heard this, he quickly asked: "Then where exactly is he?"
Lang Shuoyang pulled Yi Nan over and pointed at the pile of grain rice. Several zigzag scratches appeared on the grain rice. Lang Shuoyang measured the length with his fingers and said: "Exit the police station, turn left, and then go north for five miles."
About a mile or so, I walked straight west for about five miles, and then the route twisted and turned. I should have reached a small road, and we still need to go west for less than ten miles, but I can't sense the exact address."
Xu Qingyang twirled his beard and said: "You are the Thousand Mile Tracking Technique in Maoshan Technique. It is a bit exaggerated to say it is thousands of miles away, but those with deep Taoism can track people within a hundred miles. I don't know that you are proficient in this technique at such a young age.
How you did it is admirable..."
Lang Shuoyang didn't want to show off, and said: "This is not the time for us to discuss the depth of Taoism, so we should hurry up and find a child."
Yi Nan observed the map on the wall connecting the ports and said: "As you said, he has already left the city and is the Xishan generation."
"Let's go and look for him when we get nearby. The head-dropping master has a strong aura of violence. It shouldn't be difficult to find him if he gets close enough!"
He left immediately, with Yi Nan in front, Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou behind. Xu Qingyang led two policemen and followed closely. Earl Fan shouted from behind: "Go, we must arrest the murderer!"
When they got downstairs, Yi Nan jumped into the car, Lang Shuoyang got into the passenger seat, Wanrou got into the back seat, Xu Qingyang also got in, and another policeman got in. The policeman who was kicked by Lang Shuoyang had no room, so he opened the door and said to Wanrou
: "Little Taoist nun, come down!"
Wanrou was afraid that the policeman would really drag her out of the car, so she didn't say anything, stretched out two fingers, drew a stroke in front of him, and shouted: "Two dragons playing with pearls!"
The policeman was so frightened that he took a step back. Wanrou quickly closed the door and shouted: "We're all here, drive quickly."
Yi Nan stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out with a swish.
In about twenty minutes, the car left the western suburbs and arrived at the foot of the Western Mountain.
This mountain is not very high, but it is very desolate. The only way to go up the mountain is through a path made of rocks. The trees are tall and dense, making it look eerie.
Lang Shuoyang looked back at Xu Qingyang. Although he looked quite young, he had dragon eyes and tiger eyes and should have some skills. The policeman was strong, but he didn't know the rules after all. Not only would he not be able to help, but he might also be in danger.
He said: "Yinan, you and this policeman wait at the bottom of the mountain, while Uncle Xu and I go up."
Wanrou said: "What about me?"
Seeing her eagerness to try, Lang Shuoyang said: "Get your things and follow me."
As he was about to go up the mountain, Yi Nan said angrily: "What do you mean, you're killing the donkey? I brought you here and you won't let me go up. Are you kidding me?"
Lang Shuoyang knew the little policewoman's temper, so he said: "We need someone to watch the car, otherwise the car will be stolen or damaged, and it will be inconvenient to go back."
Yi Nan turned around and said to the young policeman: "Xiao Liu, you stay!"
The policeman surnamed Liu stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, sir." Police officer Yi Nan's title is sergeant, and he is Xiao Liu's superior.
Although Xu Qingyang was older, he had a competitive spirit. The more dangerous he felt, the more aggressive he became. He raised his legs and walked towards the mountain: "I will take the lead, and you all will follow me."
"Wait..." Lang Shuoyang was about to stop him, but it was too late. Xu Qingyang had already walked quickly up the mountain road and disappeared behind the towering trees.
Lang Shuoyang took out a small bottle, handed it to Wanrou, and said, "Just in case."
Wanrou grinned and took it, dug out some yellow ointment-like substance, kneaded it with her hands and applied it on her skin.
After she wiped it, she handed it to Yi Nan. Yi Nan smelled it and noticed a pungent and unpleasant smell. He frowned and asked, "What is this?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "To prevent mosquitoes, mosquitoes are especially powerful in the mountains. Apply this to prevent them from being attacked by any poison!"
Hearing what Lang Shuoyang said, Yi Nan pinched her nose and applied the ointment on her face and neck.
The three of them also walked up the mountain. Wanrou secretly asked Lang Shuoyang: "Where did you get so much corpse oil to take with you?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "They were all left to me by my previous master."
"Why did you lie and say it was a mosquito repellent?"
"Will she apply it if it's corpse oil?"
Lang Shuoyang asked back, and then walked in front. Wanrou walked in the middle holding the divine light, and Yi Nan followed at the end holding a pistol in both hands.
Not long after going up the mountain, we reached a mountain stream. There was no way ahead. I was not sure whether to go left or right, when I suddenly heard Xu Qingyang yell angrily: "Where are you, you evildoer, please die!"
The three of them hurriedly followed the sound and found Xu Qingyang under an ancient pine tree, yelling at a patch of knee-long grass. He picked up a stone on the ground and threw it over his head into the grass.
There was a "sha la la" sound in the grass, and suddenly a long tail whipped out, rolling up a stone and flying out. Xu Qingyang turned over to avoid it, and the stone flew over his head with the sound of wind, and fell into the mountain stream.
Looking at the long tail, Yi Nan and Lang Shuoyang almost said in unison: "Miffel!"
Looking at Xu Qingyang again, his eyebrows stood upright, he pulled out a bright dagger from his waist, jumped into the grass with a roar, and stabbed randomly into the grass.
Lang Shuo Yang was about to stop Xu Qingyang, when suddenly a person came out from behind the ancient pine tree. She had waist-length hair, a short skirt and long boots, and was extremely beautiful. It was the little witch Miffel.
With a smile on her face, she turned behind Xu Qingyang and patted Xu Qingyang's shoulder who was stabbing in the grass: "Grandpa, what are you doing?"
Xu Qingyang was dealing with the strange python with all his strength when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. As a reflex, he turned around and stabbed Miffel directly in the chest.
Everyone couldn't help but scream and stop. Only Miffel's expression remained unchanged, she was still smiling, and she didn't hide. Xu Qingyang stabbed him with the knife, and then he saw a little beauty standing behind him who was smiling sweetly. He quickly stopped his strength,
When the tip of the knife stopped, it was less than half an inch away from Miffel's towering chest.
Lang Shuoyang and others let out a sigh of relief. They admired Xu Qingyang for seeing the opportunity quickly and taking action in time. They also admired Miffel's bold determination. It was easy for her to dodge this knife, but this ghost girl wanted to play tricks on this old man with a white beard.
, waiting motionless for the knife to come over. Although Xu Qingyang put away the knife, he was still shocked and broke into a cold sweat!