In Xijing City, there is only one place called the Wooden Tower.

A village located in the southwest suburbs of the city, because there is a wooden tower building left by the Ming Dynasty in the village, it is named Wooden Tower Village.

The wooden tower stands in the center of a square in the village, usually the villagers like to play in the square, to the guests who come here to play, peddling some of their own local products, slowly, the square has become a small market, the city appearance management has been rectified many times, there is no effect, and then it is ignored.

At ten o'clock in the evening, only the "whining" sound of snowflakes blowing from the north wind could be heard in the square, and a few dog barks from time to time in the nearby village.

Zhang Yunxian hid behind a thick pine tree in the square, unleashing his spiritual power to carefully probe around the wooden tower.

I didn't find any dreams, so was there no one inside?

Zhang Yunxian's heart moved, and his spirit walked through the window at the top of the wooden tower, quickly looking for some clues inside the wooden tower.

The wooden tower only has five floors, and Zhang Yunxian quickly searched for it, and even looked carefully at every mural on the wall, but found nothing.

Isn't it here? But where else could it be related to the wooden tower?

Zhang Yunxian collected his spiritual power, walked into the wooden tower in person, and unwillingly searched for it again.

The space of the first floor is relatively large, about ten square meters, there is a statue of a god who does not know what the name is, it should be made by the villagers themselves, in front of the statue of the god, is a long incense case, below the incense case, is a futon for kneeling and worshipping.

Zhang Yun leisurely paced back and forth on the ground, thinking puzzledly about Aunt Mei's words in the dream.

"Knock knock ......" There was a crisp echo on the floor under the incense case, which made Zhang Yunxian feel happy in his heart, and it sounded completely different from the dull sound around him.

Is it down there?

Zhang Yunxian leaned down and groped carefully under the incense case.

Finally, at the corners of the two wooden strips, he felt a completely different feel, a lot higher than the others, and slightly smoother.

Carefully pulling up the two wooden strips of floor, Zhang Yunxian heard a heavy "boom" sound from under the incense case, revealing a two-foot-wide passage entrance, and a faint light came from below.

"Whoosh!" Before Zhang Yunxian could take a look at the situation in the passage, a flying knife with a cold light flew out of it, and it arrived in front of him in a flash.

What a fast throwing knife!

Zhang Yunxian couldn't help but sigh in admiration in his heart, tilted his head slightly, and avoided the sword.

"Whoosh!whoosh!" There was no respite at all, and the two throwing knives flew out immediately, and the speed was even faster than that of a meteor chasing the moon.

Zhang Yunxian stretched out his hand, took the two flying knives into his hands, and threw them back into the passage without hesitation.

"Ahh

Zhang Yunxian immediately jumped down without pausing.

"Who are you?"

As soon as he landed, he saw a rough-looking and burly man, holding a pistol equipped with a muffler, pointing at him nervously.

On the ground next to him, lay a thin and sturdy man, who had obviously been killed by the throwing knife he had just thrown back.

Zhang Yunxian ignored the questioning of the man with the gun, and looked at the underground space, which was slightly larger than the upper floor, it was no longer completely a wooden structure, the ground was paved with green bricks, and the surrounding walls were made of stones, which was much higher than the temperature outside.

Zhang Yunxian saw that behind the man with the gun, there was a tall steel cage against the wall, and two people were locked inside, lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

"Poof!"

The pistol let out a soft sound, but Zhang Yunxian disappeared in front of the burly man's eyes in an instant.

"This ......"

The man's gun hand trembled uncontrollably, and this strange scene made him feel deep fear.

You must know that the man who died under the flying knife next to him was not an ordinary person, it was a famous flying knife hand in China, his name was Sun Yidao, who killed any opponent and never had a second flying knife, but just now, three flying knives came out in a row, not only did he not hurt the other party, but he was also killed by the other party.

His kung fu at hand is not as good as Sun Yidao, but with good marksmanship, he can partner with him.

But when a shot was shot, the other party didn't even see a figure, which is obviously not the strength of an ordinary master.

The rough man is not stupid, although he is the lowest level of the organization, but it does not prevent him from understanding some secrets of the organization from the mouths of others, it is said that many masters in the middle and high levels, after the alienation of the organization, their strength has long surpassed the limit of human beings, and they are invulnerable.

The young man who disappeared just now, his strength obviously belongs to this category.

"Master spare your life!" the rough man threw down his pistol, knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically, shouting for mercy as he could.

Zhang Yun was idle behind him, listening to a little noise, and slashed at the back of his neck with a palm, knocking him unconscious.

Turning around and walking to the cage, with a little force, he tore off the heavy chains on it, and went in to observe the detailed state of the two people.

Fortunately, they just passed out, and one of the old men in the sixtieth armor had a steady internal breath and his temples bulged slightly, it should be Hong Sheng.

Zhang Yunxian felt that he still had to ask the ins and outs of the matter, so he came to the rough man again, and thought about it, instead of interrogating him, it was better to ask him directly about the truth of his spirit, at least the spirit would not lie.

Zhang Yunxian stretched out his finger, and at the center of his eyebrows, a black spirit slowly emerged.

"Spirit Master!" a slightly shocked exclamation appeared in Zhang Yunxian's mind.

"Tell me, why do you want to arrest these people?" Zhang Yunxian let out a spiritual thought.

"Spirit Lord, these people are all alienated objects needed in the organization!"

"What alienation object?" asked Zhang Yun idly.

"In the organization, there are experts in genetic engineering and biochemical research, ordinary masters, and after their alienation experiments, if successful, they can become supernatural beings with special abilities. ”

Zhang Yun was a little stunned when he heard this, and there is this kind of operation? Didn't Yue say that except for himself, all the people with abilities are born?

How come there are now such experiments that can mass-produce supernatural beings?

"What's the name of the organization?" Zhang Yunxian was really curious.

"Nuwa!"

Zhang Yunxian smiled directly, is it the Nuwa who created the human being? This organization seems to be really ambitious, does it want to create a new human race again?

"Where is the organization?" Zhang Yunxian really wanted to see what kind of demons and monsters were doing here.

"The owner of my body is only a peripheral member of the bottom floor, and he usually waits for orders to act in this wooden tower!"

Zhang Yunxian felt that there was nothing he could understand, and thought that keeping this man might be of use to find this organization called Nuwa in the future, so he left a spiritual power into his black spirit, and shouted: "Go back!"

The black light flashed, and it re-entered the man's eyebrows.

Zhang Yunxian returned to the cage and clamped the two people on the ground under his armpits, one on each side, this weight was nothing to him at all.

Carefully exit the tunnel and restore the floor under the incense table to its original state.

Zhang Yunxian took the two of them, and in a flash, they were three hundred meters away, leaving no trace on the snow.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the door of Meng's house, and left the two of them at the door, Zhang Yunxian took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Meng Yu: The person has been picked up safely, don't worry!

Meng Yu was sitting upright in the hall, with Meng Fusheng sitting in front of him, and next to him was a pair of Hong Sheng's children, and the four of them looked at each other speechlessly, with a sad face.

It's been almost twenty-four hours since Hong Sheng was kidnapped, and there is no news at all, even if it is a kidnapping, there must be a phone call to talk about ransom or something.

"Ding~" A short text message prompt tone broke the silence in the hall.

Meng Yu turned on his phone a little impatiently, and the moment he saw the content of the text message, he couldn't help but shout excitedly: "Grandpa, Grandpa Hong is fine!"

After saying that, he immediately got up and ran in the direction of the door, and the other people didn't understand what was going on, and they all ran out with questions on their faces......