The red rope is in my hand, and above the red rope, there is a faint shadow of black energy.
This dark shadow is Hu Yan.
Hu Yan's original appearance can be vaguely seen in the dark shadow. She is indeed not bad, not even inferior to any beautiful woman I have ever seen.
But unfortunately, Hu Yan has no way to stay in the earthly world.
She is mortal.
If I don't kill her, someone will kill her.
And if she doesn't die, I will die!
"Help me take good care of Cui Mei. Cui Mei's soul should still be in her body, but to recover, she needs the help of Kui Men. I want to see Cui Mei and revive her as soon as possible!"
I said to Sun Jiawen in a deep voice.
"I understand, and I will use all resources to restore Cui Mei to her original state."
Sun Jiaweng nodded, with some surprise flashing in his eyes.
He thought that if I asked him to do something, it would be equivalent to sparing his life in disguise, so he was naturally happy.
And I didn’t say anything more, and left Renji Hall with Hu Yan’s soul.
Shang Peking University.
When I came to this nationally and even world-famous university again, I discovered how this place has changed in a short period of time.
The Zhixue Building has been demolished.
I found Tang Haihe.
"Mr. Chen." Tang Haihe smiled slightly after seeing me. From his smile, it seemed that he had expected that I would appear.
"I'm here to see Tang Rou." I said directly.
"My granddaughter has been waiting for you for a long time. Not only my granddaughter, but also my Piaomen have been waiting for you for a long time. Please come."
Tang Haihe glanced at the red rope binding Hu Yan's soul in my hand and smiled again.
Then, I got into Tang Haihe’s Bentley luxury car, and he drove me to the Piaomen ancestral hall.
Piaomen is a scholarly sect, and the ancestral hall is the most elegant place I have ever seen.
Unlike the ancestral halls of other forces, Piaomen's ancestral hall has many tourists and pilgrims, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.
Or, you can call Piaomen's ancestral hall another way...Confucius Temple.
Piaomen Ancestral Hall is a very famous Confucius temple in Shangjing.
I stood outside the Confucius Temple, watching the people coming and going, and nodded secretly. Using the Confucius Temple as a Piaomen ancestral hall was obviously the smartest choice I have ever made.
Who are the tourists and pedestrians who come here? They are either students or professors, mostly cultural workers, and they all have more or less literary qualities in them.
As long as they worship Master Kong here, their literary spirit will gather in this ancestral hall, and then this ancestral hall will bless the power of Piaomen and protect the everlasting prosperity of Piaomen.
Of course, this is also mutually beneficial. The Confucius Temple itself contains a lot of culture and culture, which can also nourish tourists who come here.
It can be said that Piaomen has used its ancestral hall to the extreme.
"this way please."
Tang Haihe said to me with a smile.
He then took me around to the back hall of the Confucius Temple. Behind the Confucius Temple, there is a row of buildings, but here, outsiders cannot enter. It is the internal space of the floating door.
During this period, the soul of Hu Yan, who was being pulled by the red rope in my hand, also felt the Wen Qi that made her extremely uncomfortable. She kept struggling in my hands.
However, Hu Yan had no body, and her soul was bound by the soul-forbidden red rope that Sun Jiaweng had found. No matter how hard she struggled to resist, she could not break free or escape.
At this moment, a parrot suddenly flew from inside the Confucius Temple in front.
"Welcome, welcome! Warm welcome!"
This parrot was very spiritual. It flew in front of me and spoke in a human voice.
And it was the little parrot that helped me break into the door.
I asked at this time: "Mr. Tang, were you the one who helped me when I was burglarizing the door?"
Tang Haihe shook his head, and then said to the parrot: "Little bird, the leader's distinguished guest is here."
The parrot came back again and again. It flew back to a wooden door. What was surprising was that the parrot thought about the wooden door and the wooden door opened.
There was a kind old lady with white hair sitting in it.
The old lady is very old, but her temperament is extraordinary, her eyes are gentle and she is elegantly dressed.
"Mother."
Tang Haihe nodded to the old lady.
Not surprisingly, she is the leader of Piaomen, the one who originally assigned Parrot to steal the door to rescue me, and she is also the great-grandmother of the twins Tang Xue and Tang Rou.
This was the first time I saw the female leader of Qishangmen, and I looked at her a lot.
"Mr. Chen, I have long admired my name. My old lady Tang Fanglan is the current leader of Piaomen."
Tang Fanglan stood up on her own initiative and announced her name to me.
"Chen Qi." I nodded to her.
"We have already heard about what happened between you and the Fengmen and the Fengmen. Thank you very much, Mr. Chen. The dead soul on the red rope in your hand is the Hu Yan who killed Tang Xue, right?"
Tang Fanglan asked me with a smile.
I nodded.
But at this time, I started thinking in my heart.
How did Piaomen know what happened in Bodhisattva's tomb?
The people who know about this matter can be counted on one hand, including me, the Sun family, Yang Yixi, and none of them are from the Piao family.
"Are you curious about why I know this? In fact, it's not a secret. The little bird has been monitoring Hu Yan. Mr. Chen was so focused on people that he naturally ignored the little bird."
Tang Fanglan whispered back to me, and then the parrot flew into her hand again.
"Mr. Chen's mind is focused on people and he has neglected the little bird! Mr. Chen's mind is——"
The parrot began to chirp again.
Seeing this, I suddenly burst out laughing, "That's it!"
The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind it. Yang Yixi thinks he is the oriole, and I also think I am the oriole. But little does he know, the real "oriole" is here!
