According to Professor Xuan Xing's method, Fatty practiced for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
"Look, if you don't believe me when I tell you, you've never heard of any Master of Shenfeng Realm who can transmit sounds!" Xuan Xing said impatiently.
He had a lot of issues to discuss with the fat man at this time, but the other party insisted on learning the art of sound transmission before talking about anything else, which was really a headache.
"Huh? You mean the Shenfeng realm? Is it me? Have I reached this realm?" the fat man asked blankly.
Xuan Xing looked at the other party steadily for a long time, and then replied helplessly: "Although I don't have the sharp eyesight of Master, I can't see this thing wrong! I saw it when we were drinking one night! "
"Oh!" The fat man suddenly remembered the wisp of breeze that passed through his body when he deceived the master of the phantom world. Could it be that this was "gathering the wind"?
Looking at his junior brother's confused and stupid expression, Xuan Xing finally exhausted his last patience. He changed the topic decisively and said: "Let the rest go first. Let me tell you, the voice that spoke to Palchi just now was the one who saved him. The person who got me out of trouble is the one you mentioned, named Qian Ji!"
"I heard it too!" Fatty sighed.
Immediately, he brought the topic back to before, frowning and yelling: "That's why I want to learn voice transmission! This skill is so important, and today just because I don't know it, it will delay important things!"
Xuan Xing was startled by his junior brother's words and asked quickly: "Are you trying to borrow my words to say something?"
"Hi! It's actually just one sentence. I want you to tell him that I know what he wants to ask for the third question!" the fat man said with infinite regret.
Looking at the confused expressions of his senior brother and Miao Chun, Mr. Mai sighed and told what happened recently.
Of course, he either didn't mention the phantom world, the spirit bead's transformation, and the secrets in his sea of consciousness, or he just brushed it off.
This move has nothing to do with trust, but the fat man doesn't know whether he can handle these secrets once they are revealed...
What if senior brother wants to meet Kun Zhen? I am willing, but is Kun Zhen willing? How should they communicate with each other? Do you want to be the translator yourself?
Even just thinking about that psychotic scene made Fatty shudder.
I am already a monster in the eyes of Wilson, Partch and others. Do I still want my friends to look at Mr. Mai "differently"? forget it!
"Do you suspect that Ji Ji is the originator of Fei Phantom Toxin?" Miao Chun asked hurriedly as soon as the fat man finished speaking.
"He is the most likely! However, what we want to find out now is not this matter." The fat man said and began to ravage the hair on his forehead again.
"Then what do you mean by the sentence you want me to pass on to Yan Ji? What is his third question?" Xuan Xing asked tangledly.
"Who knows what he wants to ask! I just want to attract his attention and reduce the risk to Xixi!" the fat man said depressedly.
"Then couldn't you just show up just now?" Miao Chun asked puzzledly.
"Humph!" The fat man frowned slightly and said with a serious expression: "They are trying to arrest me now? If I show up, wouldn't I be throwing myself into a trap?"
"Oh...! You want them to think that you will come to join your friends sooner or later, so once they find you elsewhere, they will follow the convoy, right?" Miao Chun finally regained his usual alertness.
"That's why you asked Brother Hai to drive slowly deliberately, pretending that he was waiting for you to arrive..." Xuan Xing also understood now.
"They were originally looking for me. If I can arouse Yan Ji's curiosity again, hey, I'm afraid they will be even more reluctant to leave!" the fat man said with a smirk.
"Sister, my junior brother has too many twists and turns. You have to be careful when dealing with him in the future!" Only then did Xuan Xing realize that the fat man's casual words contained untold intentions and ambush.
Miao Chun knew that the other party was joking, but the joke hit home exactly what she was thinking.
The leg spirit nodded seriously, sighed softly, changed the subject and asked: "Since you are planning this move for the princess, have you already guessed where Siler will go after that?"
The fat man was deep in thought at this time and did not notice the strange expression on Miao Chun's expression at all.
He hummed and said slowly: "Xixi's next goal should be Luers. For her now, there are only two most important things. One is to rescue Zhuzhu, and the other is to find out what happened to her family. The truth about the killing. If you want to save Zhuzhu, instead of looking for a needle in a haystack and fighting for Gou Shen, it would be more efficient to dig out the instigator behind this woman. Moreover, this instigator is probably the one who attacked the Chahan family back then. Really murderous."
When the fat man said this, he paused for a moment to calm down the psychological fluctuations caused by mentioning Xixi, and then continued: "Before, Meno revealed something in his words, and seemed to know something about the murder that year. So I I think Xixi will definitely not let this opportunity go!"
"Are you worried that Xi Laer will take action against that leader?" Xuan Xing asked worriedly.
"No matter what method she uses, Xixi will definitely find Meno. However, she should return to Ruhr first and wait for the other party to hit her. Because that is her base, not only are there countless old friends of the Chahan family, It is more likely that there are other forces similar to Guta Town." The fat man said softly, with pain in his eyes.
Recalling the look and tone of Siler's words when talking to Meno, Miao Chun understood what the fat man was worried about.
She felt sore and painful in her heart, but she held it back and reminded her softly: "I heard Chu Dun tell me what happened in Marseille. Isn't the real murderer you mentioned is Wilson? Could there be another one? Is there someone else?"
"Alas! This is something I haven't figured out yet." Fatty sighed, and said Youyou: "I never expected that Palchi and Wilson knew each other, and Palchi's true identity seems to be that McCann planted him in Ruhr. In other words, Wilson should be the main person responsible for everything that happened in Suriel before, and at the same time, the person responsible for the coordination in Ruhrs was Palchi."
"Do you think this may not be the first time these two have cooperated? In the previous tragedy of the Chahan family, apart from Wilson, Palchi was also involved, so Meno would know some relevant information?" Miao Chun said in disbelief. speculated.
The fat man did not answer directly, but continued to himself: "I'm afraid there are still many people involved in that matter. Gou Shen robbed the beads, not for self-protection, but for other purposes. This shows that she has a hidden agenda. That person is also inseparable from the original murder!"
"This is obviously the three parties to which McCann belongs are interfering in the same thing! But what is the relationship between these three parties? What are their respective demands? Why did Palchi create the Apocalypse Sect? That elusive Ji What role does it play in it?" Mr. Mai asked another series of questions.
"I'm really worried that Xixi will be swayed by hatred and step into a puddle of water that's muddier than Suriel! Ouch, it hurts!" He said, finally tearing off a strand of hair.
Fatty: Got it? ! This is how hair becomes thin.
(End of chapter)
