On the plateau in March, the white clouds can be touched, the sky is clear and blue, and the white clouds are like flocculents, as pure as crystal.

Standing on the street, mixed with people in Tibetan costumes, the snow-capped mountains come into view, and the cool breeze is gentle, with the taste of Himalayas.

Walking on the streets of Lasa, stepping on the bluestone road, looking at many people wearing Tibetan costumes and endless cars, the wind is relaxed.

Finally can be himself, the name of "Rumour", the right to stay for a few days, and when everything is done, he can return to the past.

In order to complete the revenge plan that he had been waiting for for a thousand years, he tried his best to get close to Professor Whisper of the Wind, trying to get more information from Whisper of Wind. With the sudden death of Wind Whisper, his plan had to be terminated, although he did not fully achieve his goal, but he had a lot of valuable information, which was enough to help the Wind Whisper Extreme Clan complete their revenge plan. He patted his backpack, and the treasure inside was the crystallization of his hard work in recent years.

With a bitter hatred, he understood and approached Professor of the Whisper of the Wind, and this innate hatred seemed to make him feel that he had come to this world to complete the mission left by his ancestors.

In order to gain the trust of Professor Whisper of the Wind, he swallowed his anger and pretended to be stupid, and Leng turned himself into an illiterate person who was not interested in meteorological science, which really made him suffocate to death.

In fact, for Professor Wind Language, his heart is entangled, in the long contact with Professor Wind Language, he has a deep admiration for his character and knowledge, many times, even forget his mission, but the revenge plan rooted in his mind, will jump out, always remind himself, to keep a clear head, to remember the family hatred, forget personal grievances and hatred.

What's funny is that Professor of the Whisper of the Wind didn't know until he died that the person who got along with him day and night was actually his enemy, a person who wanted to destroy him.

He had already planned for his plan to approach Professor Whisper of the Wind, and had been looking for an opportunity. Just when he was about to succeed, the words of the wind died suddenly, leaving him in vain.

To be precise, the asthma of Wind Whisper is designed by Wind Sound. Two years ago, he put a small amount of chrysanthemum powder into Professor Fengzhiyu's tea leaves, which induced his asthma, because the amount was relatively small, and the hospital could not find out at all. After a long time, even Professor Feng himself accepted the reality of asthma. He understood that as the amount of Artemisia annua powder increased, his symptoms would become more and more pronounced. The end result is that the brain has lost some brain function due to long-term ischemia. When Professor Wind Whisper feels powerless, he will tell all his research results to the people around him ------ the rumors. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and just when his plan was about to become a reality, Professor of Wind Whisper suddenly died of myocardial infarction, which couldn't help but make him feel a little regretful.

"Laika Valley!"

The wind looked at the towering Himalayas, and secretly said in his heart, yes, this is the next destination for ----- there. Perhaps there, a millennium-old plan will be solved.

Now, he can't be sure if he's wanted by the police, so it's better to be careful.

Wind Sound walked to the side of the street, put his backpack on the stone pavement, unzipped it, and pulled out a small red box. He pressed the switch, opened the small box, and took out a yellowed note from inside, which read, "Handong Road, Fengyang Inn, Manager Lin." ”

However, the ghost only knows that there is no "Fengyang Inn".

Fengyang Inn, if it is still there, then it has gone through hundreds of years of ups and downs, witnessing the bloody storm of the two families. At a very young age, Fengsheng knew about the "Fengyang Inn", which was the family's transit inn and could provide him with the necessary help. All of this is to find the family that has disappeared for nearly a thousand years, and then, to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, and take revenge.

Near the long-distance bus, there is an "old cow noodle restaurant", its door is the bus stop sign, the 103 bus can reach Handong Road, but there is no "Fengyang Inn" there, maybe you should try your luck.

Seeing the signboard hanging on the door of the noodle restaurant, Feng Sheng felt a little hungry, so he decided to solve the stomach problem first, and then go to Handong Road, try his luck, and inquire slowly, maybe there will be a turnaround.

It's a Shaanxi noodle restaurant with eight rectangular tables with chopstick holders and napkin boxes, and there are only a few people in it who are talking quietly as they eat. Feng Sheng found a table in the corner, sat there, took off his backpack, and rested it on another chair.

A middle-aged woman----- who looked like a hostess, stepped out of the bar with a recipe in her hand and a smile on her face.

"Sir, what do you want to eat?" asked the proprietress in a Shaanxi dialect as she handed the recipe to Fengsheng.

Without waiting for the wind to speak, she continued: "Gourd chicken, Qishan Zhenzi noodles, are all very beautiful!"

Thinking that he still had important things, Fengsheng replied: "I just want a bowl of noodles." ”

The proprietress showed the whites of her eyes, snorted softly, her eyes were full of disdain, and shouted, "A bowl of Qishan Zhenzi noodles! Only a bowl of noodles!" Then, reaching out and grabbing the recipe, twisting her fat ass, she walked back to the bar.

Ten minutes later, a big man came up and placed it heavily in front of the wind. Feng Sheng smiled, took out a pair of chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and quickly ate them, he was too hungry.

Feng Sheng put down the bowl, pulled out a napkin, then stood up, took out his wallet, pulled out a bill, and walked to the bar to check out.

The proprietress didn't raise her head, took the banknotes, took out a few small ones from the bar, and handed them to Fengsheng, who still didn't seem to be very happy.

What Feng Sheng wanted now was to hurry to the Fengyang Inn, find Manager Lin, and then go to Laika Valley, so he turned around and walked back to the table to get his backpack.

The backpack is gone! The chair is empty.

The brains of the wind were blank, as if they had fallen into the abyss!