In the taxi, Lin Xiaofeng was a little uneasy, always feeling that something was wrong.
Qing Shui, who was standing by the side, saw that his face was gloomy and uncertain, and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
"I have some bad premonitions." Lin Xiaofeng thought for a moment and said to the taxi driver in front of him: "Stop the car."
The car immediately pulled over to the side of the road.
Lin Xiaofeng and the other three hurriedly got out of the car.
"When did you become so timid? You had a bad premonition and told you to stop the car immediately." Qing Shui smiled.
Lin Xiaofeng frowned slightly: "You don't understand, my intuition is very accurate, but where does this bad premonition come from?"
Suddenly, Lin Xiaofeng came to his senses: "Oh no, we actually forgot that there are many Wan Heyu's spies in that hotel."
"We packed all our luggage. I'm afraid Wan Heyu has noticed something."
Fatty Huang couldn't help but said: "Nothing will happen. Even if Wan Heyu suspects us, he won't attack us casually."
Lin Xiaofeng shook his head: "It's not just as simple as suspicion."
"I'm afraid he had already suspected me before."
Fatty Huang was stunned for a moment: "Doubt you? No way, he even recommended you to be the Holy Master before."
"He just treats me as a puppet. Do you think he would trust a puppet?" Lin Xiaofeng paused and said, "Wan Heyu actually understands in his heart."
"The Holy Master wanted to give the position to Xiang Zhu, but why did he suddenly introduce another successor?"
"I'm afraid there are only two reasons. One is that the Holy Lord has changed his mind and does not want Xiang Zhu to succeed him. But this reason is obviously untenable."
"The second thing is that I, the heir, am also on Xiang Zhu's side."
Lin Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes: "Even if Wan Heyu didn't expect this at the beginning, he must have understood it later, but he should be very confident in himself and thought he could control me, so he simply went along with the flow and wanted to rely on me to control the Holy Cult.
All forces."
"But all this is under the premise that I am obedient and do not act recklessly. If I act rashly, I am afraid Wanheyu will not give me a way to survive."
After listening to Lin Xiaofeng's explanation, Qing Shui and Fatty Huang looked at each other.
Qing Shui asked: "What's next? Do you want to find a place to hide first?"
"Continue to go to the manor. Regardless of whether my guess is accurate or not, just take Pang Chen and join Xiang Zhu's forces."
After saying that, the three of them walked and cautiously headed towards the manor.
And just as Lin Xiaofeng expected.
After Wan Heyu learned that Lin Xiaofeng and the others had packed their luggage and rushed towards the manor, they obviously expected this situation. He directly gave an order to Zeng Guofan: "Order all your men to dispatch, and Leng Feng must be intercepted and killed outside the manor!
"
Zeng Guofan naturally accepted the order.
Lin Xiaofeng and the other three were cautiously moving towards the manor.
His iconic mask has naturally been taken off long ago.
Soon, they were only five minutes away from the manor, but along the way, more and more people were patrolling back and forth.
On Wan Heyu's side, Zeng Guofan came to Wan Heyu's villa with a somewhat flustered expression.
"Deputy Master Wan!" Zeng Guofan said with his hands in hand: "We still haven't found any trace of the cold wind."
Wan Heyu frowned tightly: "Really? Let the people near the manor be more vigilant and not allow anyone to take a step closer to the manor."
Zeng Guofan said: "But although I couldn't find Leng Feng, I found this person."
Then, Zeng Guofan said and handed over a photo, which turned out to be a photo of Lin Xiaofeng, Fatty Huang and Qing Shui walking furtively on the street.
Wan Heyu asked: "Aren't these the two guards of Pang Chen? Why are they with this strange man? Or is this person Leng Feng's true face after taking off the mask?"
"It's very possible." Zeng Guofan nodded.
Wan Heyu said: "Now that we have discovered it, why not take it down immediately?"
"Deputy Leader Wan doesn't know something. This person's identity is somewhat special, so I came here to report to you." Zeng Guofan said, "This person's name is Lin Xiaofeng."
"Lin Xiaofeng?" Wan Heyu closed his eyes and thought for a long time, but he didn't remember who it was.
"Didn't the saint live in Chengdu for a period of time? Lin Xiaofeng and the saint had an eye for each other at the beginning. Later, the saint was forcefully brought back to the Holy Cult by He Bo, and the contact was severed."
"But later, when it came to the Book of the Dead, this man actually showed up and helped the saint get half of the Book of the Dead as if to turn the tide."
After Zeng Guofan's words, Wan Heyu thought about it: "There is such a person."
"That's it." Wan Heyu's eyes turned cold: "The Holy Lord has a good plan. He accepts his future son-in-law as his apprentice, so he is not afraid that this cold wind will threaten Xiang Zhu's status."
After saying that, Wan Heyu slapped the table hard.
He said: "Capture him directly and bring him back to me!"
"yes!"
Zeng Guofan was overjoyed.
Why didn't he take action directly instead of running to Wan Heyu and saying so much?
Let’s make Lin Xiaofeng’s identity more important first. After he catches it, Wan Heyu’s contribution will be even greater!
On the other side, Lin Xiaofeng and the others had almost arrived at the place where Pang Chen and the others were stationed.
We'll be there in two minutes at most.
But Lin Xiaofeng felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.
They were in a remote alley at this time.
"Something's wrong!" Lin Xiaofeng stood there.
Look at this empty alley.
This strong uneasiness came from it.
Suddenly, more than thirty members wearing white holy robes appeared on the walls on both sides of the lane.
The three of them happened to be surrounded by these people, with people in front and behind them all.
"Friends of the Holy Cult, we have no grudges in the past and have no grudges in recent times. What does this mean?" Lin Xiaofeng looked around and slowly pulled out the demon sword from behind.
Standing opposite him was a beautiful woman in a red outfit with dark skin and a red iron whip in her hand.
This beauty looks to be in her mid-twenties, and her figure is so good that even a nerd will have his nose bleed just by looking at her.
She also has bright red hair and heavy makeup on her face.
"Mrs. Ji of the Holy Religion." The woman said calmly: "These three people are colluding with other places and are traitors to our Holy Religion. If I can catch them alive, I will arrest them. If I can't, I will kill them all."
"Whoever can win that pretty boy's head will be awarded tens of millions of dollars!"
Hearing Lady Ji's words, Fatty Huang shrank his neck and glanced at Lin Xiaofeng with some fear: "Maybe you're talking about me."
"You are a pig-headed person. Apart from me, who else here can be called a pretty boy?" Lin Xiaofeng said with a grin.