Ning Xia pressed her forehead with a headache and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Invisibly, she seemed to have gotten into something weird again. God knows she just wants to quietly complete the tasks she was entrusted with before. Why is each one more troublesome than the other?
As expected of those who managed to survive in the City of the Living Dead, even if they died, they would still be able to cause trouble in time. If they had not died early, there would have been many more influential figures in the world of cultivation.
But it is not so friendly to Ningxia. The more complicated the client's situation, the more dangerous Ningxia is, and it is possible to be involved and involved in the storm at any time.
This is something Ningxia never expected when it took over this matter. At first, she simply wanted to fulfill those people's long-cherished wishes. If she could do it, she would try her best. If she couldn't, there was nothing she could do.
The reward was more or less large, and she accepted it. No matter how difficult it is to collect people's money and eliminate disasters for them, I can only bite the bullet and do it now.
However, there are some things that cannot be prevented even if they are known, so Ningxia only struggled with it for a while, and then talked about the small garden with Zhenjun Yuanheng. As for those irrelevant suspicions and speculations, she temporarily hid them in her heart.
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"right here?"
"Yes. The villain finally found out from the boy who took him in. It is said that he goes out to sell in a neighborhood every day and does not come back until dusk."
"You swore the same thing last time, but what happened? A good-for-nothing good-for-nothing, and we were almost caught by those good-for-nothings from the Zhongzheng Mansion."
"If it's still nonsense this time, then just wait..." The other party sneered, and the meaning contained in it was self-evident.
The man couldn't help but trembled, and seemed a little weak: "Sir, I really didn't lie to you this time. I even followed him to confirm that he was right and that he couldn't be wrong."
This person was the vendor who echoed that strong brother that day. Someone came to him the next day, hoping that he could help find the person who sold some Jiangcao that day.
He was young, had few connections, and was not a big shot on the street. He was just an ordinary small vendor, something new that couldn't be more new.
However, he had an advantage. Apart from the "Qiang Brother", he was the closest one at the time and could be said to have witnessed the whole process. In addition, the person selling some cinnamon grass had placed it in that position for several days, and he probably remembered the other person's face. It was considered that the person from the fifth family could find the best introduction.
As for that "Brother Qiang", he packed up and left as early as the second day after the incident. He took off his mask, changed his identity, and ventured to another place. The people from the fifth family were a step late and couldn't find anyone, so they had no choice but to find this small vendor who was only on the second floor of Qi training.
The person selling some crimson grass didn't know whether he was simple-minded or had some other honors. He didn't seem to know much about this business, and he just went everywhere to sell things without even pretending.
Not covering it up means there are traces to follow. No matter how large the "salvage" scope is, as long as there are clues, they will be found immediately.
Unfortunately, this man selling some crimson grass was caught soon after, and a group of people immediately went out to catch him. It's also quite miserable.
However, the fifth monk who came to arrest the man seemed to lack such luck, and failed the second time.
Until dusk and sunset, the sky was getting dark, and the target person did not appear. This made the group of people who had been waiting for a long time very angry.
"Trash! Trash!" When he heard the sound of the clock watcher, the leading monk from the fifth family couldn't help but kick the hawker huddled up next to him, and said sternly: "I can't do any small things well. I want you. What's the use? I think you don't want to die anymore."
The vendor trembled like chaff, his gums clacked together, and he curled up, wishing he could crawl into the ground to escape the murderous intent from that group of people.
I thought it was a windfall from heaven, and success was just around the corner. Now it seems that it is not a blessing but a disaster at all. What kind of murderous gods has he provoked?
"Maybe he just didn't come back today. Maybe he will come back here tomorrow. Why don't you let the villain wait again? You adults can go back and rest. When the man appears, the villain can repay..." The hawker bent his waist. , The mediocre face made even more unsightly by a wretched and humble aura, making it very ugly.
The leading monk was silent for a moment. Do you really think they are stupid? According to the other party, he would come back on time every day, so how could he suddenly not come back at this exact moment? There is only one explanation. The other party must know something, or he may have already alerted the enemy.
The monks who came here to track the fifth family knew that they had completely missed it and cut off the only clue.
Immediately, the hawker, who still showed hope, was heartbroken and cried out miserably. He was holding his bloody arm that was strangely tilted to one side, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, he realized that if he didn't say something, these monks in gorgeous clothes would definitely kill him on the spot.
He was extremely eager to survive, holding his head and shouting: "Sir, spare your life! I can clearly see that that person does live here. If you don't believe that you can catch the kid inside and interrogate him, maybe he will." He tipped off people to let them go..."
"The people inside?" The monk smiled contemptuously: "Do you know who the people inside are? If it hadn't been me, I'm afraid the whole team would have been tricked to death by a fool like you."
The person inside is not something they, the guests, can touch. I didn't expect that just a small operation would encounter such a troublesome person here.
After seeing that face clearly, no matter what thoughts they originally had, they didn't dare to move. This is also the reason why they have been waiting here for so long. If it were any other person, they might have taken him into custody and tortured him to extract a confession.
Too bad they were unlucky...
It is true that the opponent is now powerless and has no honor guard. Any one of them can easily capture him.
However, they have not forgotten what the other person's identity is and what kind of identity they themselves are. Even if this person was injured even a hair, if the master's family knew about it, they would not be able to survive.
Therefore, this hawker is simply trying to persuade them to seek death. He was already very angry because he had failed, and hearing this made him even more angry.
This idiot... Well, it happened several times. Keeping useless things is just a drag.
The eyes of the leading monk flickered, and amid the sparks of lightning, the little man who was still huddled on the ground desperately begging for mercy suddenly stiffened. As if pressing the consent button, the body and head separated, leaving thick blood all over the floor, and he fell heavily to the ground, motionless.
