"You mentioned Xiaoyuan and I remembered it..." Bai Yucheng immediately recalled: "You and Xiaoyuan seemed to be very close at that time..."
Chan'er nodded and said fondly: "Yes, sister Xiaoyuan and I were the best at that time. I don't know how she is doing now..."
Bai Yucheng asked: "By the way, how did Xiaoyuan know how to contact Han Jian?"
Chan'er shook her head and said: "I don't know about Chan'er. I just remember that one day she couldn't sleep at night, so she ran to Chan'er's house to sleep. When we were whispering, she told Chan'er...
"
After hearing this, Bai Yucheng tilted his head in confusion.
Chan'er then said: "Chan'er guessed that one of Xiaoyuan's benefactors should have told her. Chenglang, you may not know. Among Xiaoyuan's benefactors, many of them are knights in the world and heroes in the green forest. It may be them.
It’s not necessarily true if you say it when you’re drunk.”
Bai Yucheng thought about it and felt it made sense, so he stopped worrying about this issue.
"Chaner, think about what else Xiaoyuan said. Besides making this mark under the tree, what else should you do?" Bai Yucheng has firmly memorized the mark drawn on the paper.
Once reminded, Chan'er immediately remembered: "There are some! Chenglang, Xiaoyuan also said that after making a mark under the tree, she must go there every day before dark to take a look. If the mark is erased by someone,
If you go, it means that Han Jian has already arrived, and then go under the tree at 3:00 a.m., and Han Jian will come out to meet you!"
Bai Yucheng nodded and said: "Okay, I remember, Chan'er, then I'll leave first..."
Chan'er grabbed Bai Yucheng and asked with concern: "Chenglang, wait a minute...are you looking for Han Jian to deal with those two people?"
Seeing that Chan'er had guessed it, Bai Yucheng took her hand and said, "That's right! Now it's impossible to expect those losers Wei Yuanhu to get things done. I can only think of another way!"
Chan'er was very worried about Bai Yucheng, so she took the initiative and said: "Mr. Cheng, why don't you let Chan'er go to the Tutu Temple for you..."
Bai Yucheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head and said, "How can that be done? No way!"
Chan'er fought hard and said: "Chenglang, Chan'er is a woman. She won't be conspicuous when she goes to the Earth Temple on West Street to burn incense and worship..."
Bai Yucheng raised his hand to cover Chan'er's lips, shook his head slowly and said, "Chan'er, I know you are worried, but this matter is of great importance and must be handled by me personally. Do you understand?"
Chan'er knew that she couldn't stop Bai Yucheng, so she gently pulled Bai Yucheng's hand away from her lips and said softly: "Chenglang, then you must be extra careful, don't let anything happen...
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"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Bai Yucheng smiled.
Immediately afterwards, Bai Yucheng said: "By the way, Chan'er, please help me pay close attention to the situation over at Wei Yuanhu's side these days. Your Majesty ordered him to send people to search around the city. If there is any news, you must inform me immediately."
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"Chan'er understands." Chan'er agreed without hesitation.
Afterwards, Bai Yucheng gave a few more instructions and left for the Earth Temple on West Street.
Bai Yucheng came to the Tutu Temple on West Street and saw that there was a huge flow of people in front of the temple, with many people coming to burn incense and worship.
Before Bai Yucheng entered the temple, he first bought some incense candles from the vendors outside, and then pretended to be an incense burner and mixed in among the people.
When no one was paying attention, Bai Yucheng quietly walked around to the back of the temple. He looked around to find the sweet-scented osmanthus tree...
In fact, it's not that Bai Yucheng has never been to the Tutu Temple on West Street, but he has never been to the back of the temple when he came here in the past, and he didn't know that there were osmanthus trees growing there.
Finally, in a remote and deserted corner behind the temple, Chai Yan discovered a nearly dead osmanthus tree.
Bai Yucheng secretly wondered, could this be the osmanthus tree?
Before coming here, Bai Yucheng had taken it for granted that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree should have lush branches and leaves, and it shouldn't look like this.
But there are no other sweet-scented osmanthus trees behind the Earth Temple. If it wasn’t here, where else could it be?
Bai Yucheng didn't want to waste any more time and attract attention, so he stretched out his hand and broke off a cinnamon branch from the tree, and then drew a special mark on the dirt under the tree with a triangle connecting three circles.
Bai Yucheng didn't dare to make the marks too big, but he didn't want to make them too small either. He drew and rubbed and drew again, and only after several times did he feel satisfied.
Bai Yucheng, who came out from behind the temple, was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he took the incense candles he bought and went to the Lord of the Earth's Palace to worship. He prayed secretly, hoping that Han Jian would discover the mark he had made as soon as possible and get rid of it as soon as possible.
Chai Yan two!
Before leaving, Bai Yucheng generously gave some sesame oil money, which made the monk in front of the merit box very happy.
The time soon came to You hour, and Bai Yucheng appeared outside the Tutu Temple again. He came to see if the mark he had made was still there.
But when I walked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree behind the temple, I saw that my mark was still there, with no trace of anyone having touched it.
Bai Yucheng was quite disappointed, but he comforted himself not to be too impatient and to wait two more days to see the situation.
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When I was a child, I was in the inner house of the government office.
Magistrate Lang was sleeping soundly in the room when he suddenly felt something cold on his chin in a daze, and someone seemed to be tapping his cheek.
"Master Lang, wake up, don't sleep..." A slight voice was calling Lang Xiong.
Magistrate Lang was almost awakened. He opened his eyes suddenly, his body was in a stiff state, and he did not dare to breathe out.
In the dark room, sitting on the edge of Magistrate Lang's bed was a masked man in black, with a cold and sharp dagger pressed against his chin.
"You...how did you get in?" Although Lang Zhifu's voice was small, he was obviously trembling.
The masked man in black said in a contemptuous tone: "Master Lang, do you think it will be useful if there are a few more people standing outside to eat?"
Since the last time this black-clothed and masked man who claimed to be the Dark Cult sneaked into the room, Magistrate Lang had strengthened the security of the inner house, but judging from the current situation, it had no effect.
Magistrate Lang reluctantly swallowed and asked timidly: "You...what do you want?"
"It's not great. I just came here to ask Mr. Lang how things went." The masked man in black said lightly.
Cold sweat broke out on Zhifu Lang's forehead, and he hurriedly said: "It's almost, it's almost..."
"Ha, it's almost there?" The masked man in black couldn't help but sneered: "Master Lang, you can't even find anyone, so you dare to say it's almost there? I'm afraid your whole family will go see the King of Hell soon!"
"No, no, no, it's not..." Magistrate Lang was frightened and said quickly: "I, I... I have already gone to ask the number one killer in Yaozhou, please give me some more time, okay?
good?"
Hearing this, the masked man in black retracted his dagger slightly and said in a deep voice: "You mean, the number one killer in Yaozhou, Han Jian?"
"Yes, yes, that's him!" Magistrate Lang subconsciously wanted to nod, but a cold dagger hit his throat, and he was so shocked that he didn't dare to move for a moment.
The masked man in black took back the dagger and said: "I will give you ten more days! Once the fifteenth Lantern Festival is over, if this matter is not done, the consequences... I don't need to tell you!"
After saying that, the masked man in black got up and left the bed.
When Magistrate Lang stood up and looked around, he covered his neck and saw only a completely open window.