"Combining these fragmentary clues, so far, the only thing I can confirm is only one thing."
He looked at the floor in front of him coldly.
Zhao Tianyi took his time and said softly: "This strange breath penetrates from the ground beneath our feet. In other words, those ghosts are likely to be related to the 'ant nest' experiment buried deep underground. Room, there is a direct or indirect relationship."
Startled slightly.
Involuntarily putting down the small wine glass, Xue Yun stared at the ground with his eyes.
Recalling the weird scene just now.
The ethereal ghost figure dressed in white happened to be climbing up from the ground. It was almost completely consistent with Zhao Tianyi's statement.
no doubt.
If we just talk about the strength of his mental power, Zhao Tianyi is definitely the well-deserved leader among the group.
For some reason, even he couldn't see those inexplicable ghostly figures with his own eyes.
But with strong mental power, careful thinking and logical observation ability.
Zhao Tianyi sensed some clues from it. Although it was not comprehensive enough, it was almost close to the truth.
"So, what exactly did you see?"
Pushed up his glasses.
Zhao Tian did not change his expression and asked as usual: "Perhaps, this may be an important clue to conquer the 'Ant Nest' laboratory."
Close your eyes.
Xue Yun pondered for a moment, then silently turned his head to look behind the living room.
There was a thick wall with some simple decorations made of wood carvings, which looked very ordinary.
"Did you see the wall behind?" Xue Yun said calmly.
He raised his eyebrows.
Zhao Tian nodded expressionlessly.
"Just now, I saw a female ghost in white crawling out of the ground and blocking us right in front of us..."
Pick up the wine glass.
Xue Yun took a sip and said with a wry smile: "Before she disappeared, the last direction she pointed was this ordinary wall. It felt like it was reminding me of something. Until now, I haven't been able to figure out the reason. .”
Hear the words.
Zhao Tianyi stood up silently.
But he walked straight to the wall, looked at it for a while, and then reached out and touched the slightly rough wall.
Under the watchful eyes of Xue Yun and Wang Defa.
The guy pondered for a long time, licked the wall dust on his fingertips with his backhand, tasted it with his mouth, shook his head and said: "It's an ordinary concrete structure, at most it's a little loose due to age, there's nothing special about it."
Damn it!
Are you sick? Is that thing for licking? !
With his forehead covered with black lines, Xue Yun slumped down on the tatami and drooped his eyelids, completely speechless for Zhao Tianyi.
"The head of the family has arrived——"
A loud shout immediately cheered up everyone present.
All the servants in the living room bent down and knelt down at the same time, with their heads close to the ground, and their whole bodies were humbled to the dust.
"Come back quickly, people are coming!" Xue Yun reminded him quickly, knocking on the table.
The real owner, who had been waiting for a long time, finally arrived. The daimyo of "Sakurai County" was a very powerful person in the local area.
Although not as good as the princes and city lords in the fortress cities of the Great Xia Empire, their status and execution ability are almost the same.
If you want to do things conveniently here, you can only truly have no worries if you completely deceive this person.
Walked back slowly.
Zhao Tianyi's expression remained as usual, he straightened his clothes and took his seat slowly and calmly.
next moment--
Accompanied by Incheon, a middle-aged man in Chinese attire, a tall figure stepped into the living room.
He is the daimyo of "Sakurai County" and the current head of the "Mitō" family - Mitō Haruki.
Wearing a simple black kimono, paired with a pair of simple wooden clogs.
The middle-aged man in front of him put his hair up and combed it back into a standard samurai braid.
There was a hint of smile on the angular face.
Except for the slightly gray hair between the temples, in appearance, the temperament of Mitō Haruki is somewhat similar to that of his son Mitō Jubei.
"See the head of the family!"
See this.
Lixiang, who had been waiting in front of the door, quickly knelt down on one knee and bowed with great respect.
"Get up quickly, we are all family members, there is no need to be so formal."
He lifted the short-haired girl up.
Mitsuru Haruki nodded and said with satisfaction: "Thank you again for your hard work this time. You traveled a long way to track the whereabouts of the rabbit for me. Fortunately, you finally lived up to my expectations. Fortunately, you succeeded in killing the ineffective rabbit. The child was brought back."
His face darkened.
Lixiang bit her lip lightly and hesitated for a moment.
She knew very well that the day when she brought Mitsuru Jubei back to the "Tenshu Tower" would be the wedding day of him and the heir of the Kutsu family.
Even if they are childhood sweethearts and like each other, what's the use?
She is just an adopted daughter of the "Sword Controller".
Secular vision and dogma are like an invisible sharp blade that kills people and kills people without ever seeing blood.
The huge disparity in status between the two people doomed the relationship between her and Jubei to be fruitless. After all, they were not in the right family, and no one would agree to their being together.
Sighed softly.
Lixiang couldn't help but smile miserably, and immediately put away all her grievances and disappointments, and they were properly hidden in an instant.
"Lixiang has no regrets for being the head of the family..."
"Good boy."
He gently patted the girl in front of him on the shoulder.
Mitsuru Haruki turned to look at the three people who were already seated in the hall, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Are these three friends from the Great Xia Empire?"
As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person.
Seeing that this local boss was so approachable and polite, Xue Yun and his party couldn't lose their courtesy and quickly stood up and nodded.
"Hurry up and take a seat. We are guests from afar, so there is no need to be so formal."
He reached out and flicked it.
With the stern Incheon behind him, Haruki Mitsuru stepped onto the throne with a cheerful expression.
Immediately, a servant came forward to serve him delicacies and drinks, respectfully and without any hesitation.
After a while of pleasantries.
Everyone, including Rika, took their seats again, and Mitō Haruki raised the wine in front of him and drank a glass with everyone.
Throughout the whole process, Incheon, who had a serious expression, stayed by the house owner's side and remained unsmiling.
When he glanced at Xue Yun and the others, his eyes were filled with a strong sense of distrust.
"Listen to what Inuzi said just now, the three of them came to Sakurai County this time to hunt down the wanted criminals of the Daxia Empire..."
Put the glass down gently.
Mitsuma Haruki looked at Xue Yun, the leader, with blazing eyes. He was caught off guard and suddenly asked, "I wonder, where is that prisoner now?"
Startled slightly.
With almost no precautions, Xue Yun was suddenly asked, and he was immediately speechless.
See this.
Lixiang on the side said quickly: "That's it, the head of the family, they..."
"Lixiang, I should have taught you the rules."
Smiling slightly, he interrupted the girl.
Mitsuru Haruki raised his eyebrows, took a sip of the wine, shook his head silently and said: "As the saying goes, the host does as he pleases. The three distinguished guests from the Great Xia Empire haven't spoken yet, but you girl is rushing to answer. This But it’s a bit rude.”
As soon as these words came out.
Lixiang immediately stopped speaking, and looked at Incheon who was sitting on the side of the main seat while remaining silent.
The other party's eyes were cold, full of reproach and threats, and his cold aura was chilling.
Take a deep breath.
Xue Yun smiled helplessly and finally realized that the seemingly kind-hearted daimyo in front of him was actually a thoughtful and thoughtful smiling tiger.
