Hearing me say this, the old man in the straw hat suddenly shrank his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Have you seen those gods, how could they have appeared at this time?"

"What's impossible?"

I pretended to be casual and said, "Not only did I see those guys who claimed to be gods, but I also killed an old guy named Man with a Thousand Faces, do you recognize me?"

"Impossible!"

The old man in the straw hat was a little excited, and said hurriedly: "Even if you enter the realm of self-cultivation, it is impossible for him to be his opponent, he ......"

The old man in the straw hat knew a lot about those so-called gods, and seemed to be very jealous of those guys, and my words made his mind flutter for a moment.

That's when I struck!

The Bagua Array condensed with qi under his feet was running at full strength, and the earth flew up, instantly trapping his legs, as if a big hand was poking out from the ground and firmly grasping him.

Immediately after, I pinched the seal in my hand, and the lightning flashed brightly, and it slammed into his chest.

The moment I touched the old man in the straw hat, I had obviously punched the power of the thunder seal into his chest, but as soon as his body twisted, the faint lightning of the Dao actually traveled from his body to the ground.

Patches of black scales appeared on his face, arms, and neck, and his eyes became narrow diamond-shaped at this time, shining with an eerie light.

Several sharp fangs swelled out of his mouth, his head flattened like a large triangular snake's head, and his neck shook and poked out several feet and bit at me.

I dodged and was about to use the talisman against him when a slight sound of breaking through the air was heard.

"Snort~"

The old man in the straw hat snorted as he snorted as blood splattered from his huge mouth, and a crossbow bolt pierced his mouth.

The old straw hat snorted, his eyes instantly red, and he roared angrily, and then his body writhed violently. Immediately after, his figure disappeared in an instant!

His clothes and straw hat fell to the ground, and a large hole appeared in the ground, and the old man in the straw hat fled.

I was a little stunned, not because of the old man in the straw hat's method of escape, but because of the crossbow arrow that suddenly appeared.

If I'm not mistaken, the bolt is the same as the one that killed the Man of a Thousand Faces earlier.

Who's helping me?

It's a joke that ordinary bows and crossbows want to hurt the feng shui master of the self-cultivation realm, and this kind of crossbow arrow obviously belongs to a special magic weapon, as if it was specially created to assassinate people in the self-cultivation realm.

I looked around and said, "I don't know which friend is helping me, can you show up?"

There was silence around, and no one responded.

I was a little depressed, so I cleaned the yard and burned the old man in the straw hat with a fire.

When I returned to the terrace and was about to continue cultivating the qi in my body, I found that there was an extra note with a sentence on it.

"Don't get too close to the secret service, the predecessor of the secret service was formed by the people of the Daomen, and the so-called gods are also from the Daomen!"

After seeing this sentence, I was stunned!

Not because the news is too exciting, but because the handwriting is so familiar to me!

Grandpa's handwriting!

Is his old man really alive?

Why did Grandpa cheat to death? Why didn't he show up to meet me?

My mind was a mess, thinking back to the experience of this time, trying to sort it out.

When the sky turned white, my clothes were already wet with dew, and I sat in a daze for half the night, and I still lost my mind.

"No, grandpa won't do that, certainly not......"

I muttered, a little lost.

Combined with the experience during this time, I vaguely made a guess, but that kind of guess made me a little unacceptable!

Grandpa cheated to death, hid in the shadows, and used me as bait to lure out strange people and those so-called godmen......

I shook my head and put the thought behind me.

Although this speculation is very reliable, I still don't want to believe it. Even if the guess is true, even if it is used by grandpa, I believe that grandpa will not harm me!

I went back to the villa to wash up, changed my clothes, and walked out of the villa.

After having breakfast at the street stall, I went straight to the pedestrian street to buy a few changes of clothes and shoes. After walking around for a while, I bought clothes and shoes, and was about to go back to the villa when I saw a person.

That little ruffian I met on the construction site the other day!

When I saw him, he was strolling down the street with a cigarette in his mouth, and he spotted me, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, his eyes widened and he looked stunned, as if he did not expect to meet me here by such a coincidence.

I didn't expect to meet him here, Sioux City is so big, but I met him on this street, I don't know if it's my luck or his luck!

The people of the Song family are looking for him, this guy is swaggering to shop here, is there any fear?

He seemed to curse, and turned his head and ran away with a gloomy face.

We were separated by more than ten meters, and if it was somewhere else, he would not have been able to escape. However, this is a pedestrian street, and there are a lot of people coming and going, and I can't use some means beyond the understanding of ordinary people here, so I can only force the crowd to catch up.

There was a lot of scolding, and there were even a few tall guys who wanted to beat me, but I just hurriedly apologized and didn't stop at all, chasing all the way.

After leaving the pedestrian street, the figure of the little ruffian had disappeared around the corner of the street, and although I felt that I couldn't catch up, I still chased after it. If only Song Ying were here, the paper bird tracking made by the spiritism would definitely make that little ruffian drink a pot.

When I chased it to the side of Tianqiao Park, the figure of the little ruffian disappeared completely, and I don't know where to run. I sighed, thinking about whether to call Song Ying, with her ability, it shouldn't be difficult to call the surveillance cameras on the nearby roadside, maybe she can find the whereabouts of that little ruffian.

However, thinking of the words on the note left by my grandfather, I hesitated for a while and gave up the idea of calling Song Ying.

Just as I was about to leave, an old voice came from not far away: "Little friend, your Yintang is black, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the past few days!"

I turned my head to see an old man in sunglasses squatting on the edge of the garden, with a rag printed with various palmistry and faces in front of him, and on it were written the words "Mai looks at the face" and "ancestral fortune telling secret recipes".

I kind of want to laugh, charlatans have deceived me, a genuine feng shui physiognologist, I really don't know what to say.

"Old man, stalls are not allowed here, some time ago there was a fortune teller who was chased down the stairs and broke his leg, you should change places to solicit business!"

Leaving this sentence, I was about to leave, but the old man said quietly: "Your six relatives are thin, the year is coming, there is a catastrophe in your fate, Chong Ke Tai Sui, and the number of qi will be ......exhausted."

I frowned slightly, and looked at the old man carefully, as if he had just looked away.

I walked to his stall, stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "Come, give me a hexagram, I want to know how thin the six relatives are, and what kind of calamity is there in fate?