The gate of Liangjiabao slowly opened, and a slender middle-aged man walked out first, followed by several people.
"The master of the hall is here to visit me. I don't know what he is doing." The visitor saluted respectfully.
"Liang Xingsong, why is it you? Where is the head of your family?" Yang Zhen asked in surprise.
"The patriarch is out." Liang Xingsong replied.
"Where are the other elders?"
"None of them are here."
"Where have you gone?"
"I don't know about this," Liang Xingsong spread his hands: "Although my town, Liangjia Town, is not big, it has a radius of four to five hundred miles. A few elders traveled around the mountains and rivers, enjoying themselves. How do we, the younger generation, know that they have gone? where."
"Excuse me?" Yang Zhen frowned: "It seems that I haven't removed you from Wushui County Hall yet."
"I and my roommate deeply feel that we have failed the great trust of the museum owner. After being suspended by the museum owner the day before yesterday, we submitted our resignations to the county library and decided to go home to study and think about our mistakes behind closed doors." Liang Xingsong explained.
Although he was still deeply afraid of Yang Zhen, now that he was at the door of his house, his tone of voice was much more confident and assertive than the previous day.
"So that's it," Yang Zhen didn't care about herself, and then asked:
"So, now you are the one in charge in Wubao?"
"It's also helpful to the housekeeper." Liang Xingsong pointed to an old man behind him.
When the old man saw his name being mentioned, he quickly showed a flattering smile and saluted the young man.
This man's name is Liang Chongyi, whom Yang Zhen met last time. He has perfected his qi practice and is the steward of the Liang family in this Wubao.
"Call out all the monks in Wubao. Our master has something to ask." Yang Zhen ordered.
Liang Xingsong's expression changed: "What does this mean, Master?"
Yang Zhen had already thought of a reason on the way here, and immediately took out something from the spirit beast bag, which was a fluffy, pink bird that looked like a little duck.
"This is my pet," he said, pointing to the red-bellied eagle chick: "There was a male and a female. This is just the female. The male was lost in the town today."
"If any monk has come into contact with that male, he will definitely have the scent of this bird on his body. My pet can smell it at the first sight."
"My owner doesn't have any other intentions. Please call everyone out and let me, this pet, smell it."
Liang Xingsong looked around. As a person who grew up on the edge of the Monster Clan's territory, he had seen many monsters, but he had never seen such a red bird.
This actually made him believe 70% of Yang Zhen's words.
"Okay!" He promised loudly, his face relaxing.
"However," he suddenly changed the topic: "The owner of the hotel is a guest from afar, can you come into the castle to talk about it? I will let all the clan members come out right now."
After saying that, he stared at the boy intently.
"That's annoying." Yang Zhen sneered in her heart, not afraid.
The gate of Liangjiabao is wide open. Several more people came out and lined up on both sides, respectfully inviting the owner to enter.
Yang Zhen was not in a hurry to leave. He glanced around and spotted a hibiscus tree about five feet high.
"Whoa!" A shovel suddenly appeared in his hand. He aimed it around the hibiscus and dug a big hole with three strokes, then carried the hibiscus on his shoulders.
The Liang family was stunned for a moment.
"Master, what are you doing?" Liang Xingsong asked.
"My pet likes hibiscus." The young man carried the tree and strode towards the castle: "Let her stand on the tree later, she will like it better."
"Well, this tree is also planted in the Bibao courtyard. Why does the owner of the museum need to do this?"
"Hey, she is very picky, and she happened to like this tree." Yang Zhen said with a smile.
…
Inside Liangjiabao
More than twenty monks stood in two rows, looking at the young man in front of them with bright eyes.
Beside the boy, a new hole was dug, the hibiscus tree was planted, and a pink bird swayed among the branches.
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"Is everyone here?" Yang Zhen asked.
"In addition to those in Fangshi, there are also those in various mines and serving the elders on their trips. Others are all here." Liang Xingsong replied.
"Where is Liang Xingyun?"
"He went on an outing with the elders."
"Why doesn't Liang Xingling come down?" Yang Zhen suddenly pointed to a room in the distance and asked.
Liang Xingsong was shocked. The distance between that place and the place was more than 130 feet. How did Yang Zhen know that? Could it be that his spiritual consciousness has surpassed the perfection of Qi training?
"My roommate feels ashamed to meet the owner, so..." He found a reason.
"Let her come down." The young man said calmly.
"Yes." Liang Xingsong did not dare to disobey.
"Is there anyone who hasn't come down yet?" Yang Zhen continued to ask.
"This..." Liang Xingsong hesitated: "Probably, no more."
"What's going on there!" Yang Zhen pointed to another place, which was even more than 150 feet away.
Liang Xingsong was so horrified that he no longer dared to hide, and called six or seven people down.
At this time, the total number of people in the hospital exceeded thirty.
There are a total of 82 registered monks in the Liang family, and almost 40% of them are here.
There might be one or two hiding further away, but Yang Zhen didn't care.
After Yiyi's search just now, it was almost certain that the clan leader and the three foundation-building elders were not in the castle.
This completely relieved him.
But where did they go? A trace of doubt flashed through the young man's mind.
…
Under Yang Zhen's order, the Liang family monks walked up to Mu Jin one after another, stood still for a moment, and then stepped aside.
The little chick looked at them curiously. From the day she was born, this was the first time she had come to this world and the first time she had seen so many humans.
A middle-aged man with a thin face and cold eyes stepped forward.
Yang Zhen narrowed her eyes slightly, it was him!
The language of grass and trees cannot accurately describe a person's appearance, but if the person appears again and compare the two, they can find the target very well.
This hibiscus was the last tree the murderer saw before he entered Liangjiabao, so Yang Zhen would rather put in some effort to move it to the yard.
Now, the goal is finally set.
"Who are you?" Yang Zhen asked, pointing at the middle-aged man.
"Little man Liang Xinggui." The man said calmly.
At this moment, the young chick who got the hint suddenly called out "Qiuqiu" twice.
Everyone was shocked.
"Liang Xinggui, where is my pet!" Yang Zhen yelled.
"I, I don't, I have never seen this kind of bird!" Liang Xingjuo was shocked and angry, and he knelt down:
"Sir, I can swear that I never took away your pets!"
"It's not necessarily you who took it, maybe you bumped into it by chance," Yang Zhen said pretending to be thoughtful: "Well, you come with me first, and I will check when you get back. I will never wrongly accuse you."
"Sir!" Liang Xingjuan argued: "I haven't been out today, how could I bump into your pet?"
"So, you bumped into my pet in this castle?" Yang Zhen said in surprise.
"Liang Xingsong," he looked at the other party: "Either our owner will search this fort from top to bottom, or I will take this person away. What do you think?"
Liang Xingsong frowned, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
He was not a fool. He already had a guess as to why Yang Zhen came here.
