However, you know, if you want to truly understand this method, it is completely unrealistic to just rely on the available information on the Yiren Network.
After thinking about it, Jiang Xin took out her mobile phone and dialed Zhao Zhen's number: "Hey, it's me. I want to ask you something, where did you get that mask?"
"Shanxi? Which specific place in Shanxi?"
"What, outside Taiyuan City? Bought it from a street vendor? I only know that the person has an accent from Shanxi Province?"
"Okay, I get it." Jiang Xin was silent for a moment, hung up the phone, and then transferred a sum of money, all considered as intelligence fees.
After standing up and stretching, Jiang Xin checked out the room: "Shanxi, that place does seem to have a ghost show program. It seems that it has not been lost yet. Let's go and have a look."
There were no flights from Yingtan City to Taiyuan, so Jiang Xin could only take the train to Shanxi Province, which took more than a day and night. The train was scheduled for the afternoon of that day.
Jiang Xin got on the train leaving Yingtan City. On the other side, the time of Quan Xing's attack on the mountain was also fermenting in the alien circle.
However, the ordinary aliens only received one message about Quan Xing's attack on the mountain, but the Wang family received two: 'All the aliens sent by the Wang family were killed in the battle.'
Over at the company, after finishing the matter at Longhu Mountain, the Wang family members who had killed Jiang Xin were also gathered together.
With the certificate that Jiang Xin specially brought out, the company knew the power to which the deceased belonged after just one check. After discovering that it was the Wang family of the ten men, they immediately lost their nosy mood and just sent a message asking the Wang family to come and take the body away.
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Looking at the dozens of corpses neatly displayed in front of him, Wang Ai's smiling tiger-like face finally disappeared, replaced by sullenness and cruelty: "What a little guy, he's very cruel!"
He pushed the floor heavily with crutches, and Wang Ai turned around and walked back to the lobby: "How to deal with these corpses, do it neatly, and don't let outsiders find fault!"
Having said this, Wang Ai paused slightly: "Then, send a team of people out and keep an eye on that stupid thing. I want to know his every move in the future!"
Back in the hall, Wang Bing had already been waiting there. When he saw Wang Ai, although there was reluctance in his eyes, he still bowed respectfully: "Master, I..."
"Okay!" Wang Ai interrupted him directly: "I know what you want to do. During this period, don't go anywhere. Recuperate and cultivate your body at home. This is my only request."
Wang Bing struggled for a moment, but finally nodded helplessly: "I understand, Master, there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first."
"Well, let's go." Wang Ai nodded, then looked at the housekeeper: "How's it going? Are the things ready?"
"Ready."
"Okay, bring it with you later. I want to talk to my grandson."
"Yes, old man."
...
Longhu Mountain.
Quietly watching the Taoist disciples of Longhu Mountain finish their morning lessons in the square, the Heavenly Master summoned all the disciples who were still on the mountain: "From now on, the mountain will be closed!"
"No one is allowed to go down the mountain without my order."
"Violators will be expelled from the school!"
His eyes passed over the nine disciples who were still alive, and the Heavenly Master finally set his sights on Zhao Huanjin, the fourth child: "The fourth child and I will go down the mountain, and the rest will stay on the mountain to control various sects and execute the instructions.
The same rules as Longhu Mountain."
After saying that, the old Heavenly Master waved his sleeves, turned around and disappeared in front of everyone: "Okay, that's it, you all go and do your work."
The next day, the disciples who got up early pushed open the door of Tianshi's residence, only to find that the bedding was empty.
The Heavenly Master comes down the mountain.
On that day, one person died in Yingtan City. The cause of death was severed heart pulse and bleeding from the seven orifices.
On the same day, the old Heavenly Master took his four disciples Zhao Huanjin and set out from Yingtan to search for Quan Xing's whereabouts.
...
On the train, leaning against the window and watching the sunset outside, Jiang Xin looked at the cell phone showing Zhang Guanzhu's number, and finally shook her head and put the phone away.
It seems that it is a foregone conclusion that the Heavenly Master will come down from the mountain. He is an outsider and has no qualifications or position to say anything. The rest is the time for the old Heavenly Master to perform alone.
The train continued to travel, carrying Jiang Xin all the way to Taiyuan City, the provincial capital of Shanxi. This place has entered the border of North China and is under the management of Xu San and Xu Si.
When you walk out of the station, you will see a bustling city outside. Over the years, Taiyuan has been developing at a rapid pace. The urban structure that was full of life in the past has disappeared, followed by the rise of busy traffic and the rise of steel forests.
Looking at the crowds and vehicles coming and going around him, Jiang Xin couldn't help but fall into deep thought: "Well, now there's another question. That's it. Will there be any vendors selling Facebook? Where should I go?
Only then can we find the tourist selling facial masks..."
As if he noticed Jiang Xin's attitude, a man wearing a thin shirt walked up to Jiang Xin: "Brother, where are you going? Do you need a car?"
Seeing the uninvited driver, Jiang Xinneng's eyes suddenly lit up: "I want a car, but are you sure you can find the place I mentioned?"
"Of course!" The man patted his chest: "I'm telling you, there's no place in Taiyuan that I can't find."
"Okay." Jiang Xin nodded: "I'm going to the Drama Association. I may have some things to ask you on the way."
"No problem." The man immediately laughed when he got the guest, and led Jiang Xin into a car: "Just ask me what you want to ask. We know the history of Taiyuan."
Cars gradually flowed into the traffic, and Jiang Xin seemed to say casually: "Drama is quite developed here."
"You're asking about drama, I'm familiar with it!" The man was startled at first, then casually said: "We in Shanxi are the birthplace of the famous Bangzi Opera. Who among the older generation who grew up here can't hum two songs?"
Sentence. There used to be elders in my family who sang opera, but unfortunately they are getting older..."
Jiang Xin listened to the man's talk, and finally put the photo of the ghost face in front of him: "Have you seen this face?"
Glancing at the photo, the man suddenly frowned: "Don't be ridiculous, I have never seen this kind of facial makeup in all my years. This is not worn by humans. I am afraid it is worn by ghosts."
"Only ghosts wear it?" Jiang Xin nodded: "By the way, I heard that there seems to be a folk custom of singing ghost plays here, and it seems that it is not allowed to be heard by living people?"
"Sing a ghost show?" The man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know that well. You said it was for ghosts. If we, the living, listen to it, we might not be seeking death."
Finally, the man seemed to have remembered something, and added: "But if you really want to find it, I suggest you go to the Taihang Mountains. There are mountains and woods there, and there may be ghost performers you mentioned.
custom."
"Anyway, if you want to find a opera in Taiyuan City, chances are that the one you can find is Bangzi Opera."
"That's it." Jiang Xin nodded. After a while, the car stopped in front of the Taiyuan Drama Association. Jiang Xin paid the fare and walked in.