This time, Fatty Chen did not hesitate. He raised his index finger and answered decisively: "One."
Suddenly, Mao Yuanyang's face darkened.
Zhang Er also frowned and murmured in a low voice: "One?"
My heart sank a lot. Is this one the old man who stole his life, or Mr. Qi?
Dozens of people can afford so much money, so they must be the Qi family.
But does Mr. Qi have the ability to open a forum? If so, why was I forced to pretend to commit suicide?
If this man is an old man who stole his life, then Mr. Qi is just a gangster. If he cannot be caught this time, he will be caught sooner or later if left to the police.
If not, it would be misleading.
But then I thought about it, just for this emergency, I felt it was a pity that no one could be arrested.
When we set out for Qi's house before, didn't we just want to capture Mr. Qi?
The messy thoughts gradually calmed down, and I said in a deep voice: "No matter which one this is, either catch them all in one go, or get some clues to destroy his arrogance and plan."
Zhang Er's frown relaxed a lot. He nodded to me and said in a somewhat appreciative tone: "That's right. He took Li Dexian's skull. Li Dexian should be the person who hates you the most. , there won’t be too many of these villagers, and he doesn’t know what he wants to get from the villagers, or whether he wants to kill the villagers and take something away. If they are destroyed, part of his plan will be ruined, and he can find someone like Xiaoliu Village. It shouldn’t be easy for a whole village of people to hate you like this.”
"It would be a surprise if we could catch him directly."
I took a long breath and agreed with Zhang Er's statement.
Obviously, these words made Chen Xiaopang look panicked.
He asked uneasily: "Brother Sixteen, do these people really want to kill the whole village? I think he is not a good person, but we can't let him do this. My parents...grandpa, and other people in the village... …”
"Don't worry, Chen Xiaopang, Brother Sixteen will not let him succeed, but now I have to give you something." I squinted my eyes and looked at Chen Xiaopang intently.
"What's the matter! Brother Sixteen, tell me, I will definitely take care of it!" Chen Xiaopang's body trembled, and even the fat on his face trembled several times. His small eyes were full of risk-taking tenacity.
"Wait a minute, put a bowl of rice on your back, quietly go back to the Wang family fool's house, and help Brother Sixteen keep an eye on it. If there is any movement or accident, call over. If you can see the old man, , take a photo so Brother Sixteen can see who it is."
"If they find you, just take out the bowl and say that Liu Yinpo asked you to send this rice, and ask if you can sell it for money. They shouldn't embarrass you. But you must not let them know that I am here. ." I finished these words quickly, this is also the best way I can think of to keep track of him safely.
Chen Xiaopang is from the village, Zhang Er and Mao Yuanyang are strangers, and even I can't guard them.
It's not dark yet, the manpower hasn't arrived yet, and we are afraid that these people will have other changes that will catch us off guard.
"I understand! Brother Sixteen, don't worry, I'll take care of it!" As he said that, Fatty Chen patted his chest vigorously.
He suddenly ran into my kitchen to pack rice.
I calmed down my breathing, but the breath in my heart couldn't be relaxed, and my thoughts were still heavy.
Mao Yuanyang finally spoke: "Is this little fat man reliable? I want to cast a talisman on him. If he..."
I shook my head and replied: "If there is a charm, if he discovers it, then the problem will be even bigger. Besides, I can trust Fatty Chen. There are few families in this village who can be trusted. When my father died, he was the one who reported the news."
"We entered the village just now, but luckily no one saw us, otherwise the word would have spread long ago. In addition, to go to Wang's house, we have to pass through the entire village, so it is inevitable that we will not encounter villagers. Once we have all the people, it is safest to quickly outflank us."
Mao Yuanyang said no more.
After a while, Fatty Chen also ran out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice. He took out a thick copycat mobile phone, asked me for my phone number, and dialed one. Then he nodded to me seriously. , leaving from the yard.
I took a look at the time. When we returned to Feng's house from the mountain, it was just seven o'clock in the morning.
After that, he went to Qi's house to meet with the police, spent some time communicating with Zou Weimin, and then returned to Xiaoliu Village. It was almost noon.
It was still several hours before dark, and we still had to wait in the yard.
"Uncle Zhang, take a rest, Temple Master Mao. Everyone has been up all night. Let's take a little rest." I said.
Mao Yuanyang hummed lightly, walked into the main room, sat down on a chair, closed his eyes and rested.
I originally said that I would find a room for Zhang Er, but Zhang Er waved his hand and said, "During the few months I stayed on Ji Niang Mountain, I, a half-buried person, slept too much. The old man had less sleep. You do need to rest and recharge your batteries.”
"I'll let you go, you go to bed."
"This..." I originally planned to let it go on my own, but when Zhang Er said this, I didn't insist on it.
I didn't sleep all day and night, and my head felt really heavy and painful. Although my consciousness and thoughts are clear, I am really afraid that I will not be able to wield the mourning stick at night and will be held back. He turned around and entered his room, lying on the familiar bed and looking up at the beams. He was filled with thoughts for a while.
In just a few months, I graduated from college and returned to the village in despair. My father died. I took over my grandma’s gray fairy gloves, and then my grandpa’s yin arts...
Luo Shiliu is no longer the same as before.
A few months ago, even if I had to dream, I would never have imagined that one day I would become Mr. Yin Yang.
He never imagined that he had such a deep relationship with the Tu Emperor of Neiyang City. At first, he was struggling to pay off his student loan, but now it seems that money is not so difficult to earn.
However, the intrigue is very tiring.
After solving these things, I really want to spend some time with my grandma and let her enjoy family happiness. I don't want to be so exhausted anymore.
Even if you only connect the yin, it's better to take a look at Feng Shui. You don't want to get involved in the disputes between these Feng Shui masters and Mr. Yin and Yang.
Because either you die or I die! The head is held in the hands and tied to the waistband of the pants, and tomorrow's sun will never be seen at any time.
Subconsciously, I reached out and touched the mourning stick. The cold body of the stick made me feel a little calmer.
After falling asleep, when I woke up, the sky outside was dark.
The heaviness in my head improved a lot. I shook my head and woke up.
After walking out of the room, Mao Yuanyang was already sitting upright on a chair in the courtyard, with the Maotao Sword lying across his knees!
Zhang Er was squatting on the ground on the other side, holding a branch in his hand and drawing something on the ground.
I found that there was a lot of food on the wooden table in the main room. They were all sweet potatoes, noodles, and potatoes from my home, which were already cooked.
"It's getting dark, Sixteen, have something to eat. The people arranged by Guanzhu Mao have arrived." Zhang Er stood up and told me.
I entered the main room, ate a lot of food randomly, and felt energetic.
Chen Xiaopang has never called me, so there must be nothing wrong.
At this time, time passed very quickly.
Twilight is gradually replaced by night!
Mao Yuanyang also suddenly said: "People are entering the village. I arranged for a few nimble people to explore the way. The village is very empty. There are basically no people. They must have gathered at the Wang family's abandoned house. Now they are continuing to advance. The troops from the rear have gathered at the entrance of the village."
"Luo Shiliu, it seems that you really don't win many hearts in this Xiaoliu Village. Mr. Yin Shu probably didn't..."
"..."
I squinted my eyes and interrupted him directly, saying: "Master Mao, if you haven't experienced what I have experienced, don't think that I don't win people's hearts. Some people's hearts are more evil than ghosts, and some people are even more heartless. of."
