Chapter 133: The Prophet Foresees Death

Several figures suddenly appeared blocking the sunlight, Yin Xuanchen held the pastry in his hand, turned his head to look, and was suddenly startled, and subconsciously jumped onto the chair.

Tu Shanling and Song Qian followed behind the subject and appeared one after another.

Yin Xuanchen sighed in his heart, his cowardice was seen by the master again, it was really miserable!

He slipped off the chair, sorted out his clothes, walked around behind Song Qian, and hummed, "Master." ”

His voice was very low, and no one heard it except Song Qian and Tu Shanling.

Tu Shanling: "Please take a seat." ”

When Xia Jiang heard the news, he rushed over with someone, and there were a few little girls who didn't wear any family clothes with him.

Yin Xuanchen didn't have a chance to save himself, so he had to stand upright, walked to the front of the hall and sat down.

Tu Shanling and Song Qian sat side by side, Xia Jiang walked over to them and sat down, while the people he brought stood in a row behind him, and the row was quite amazing.

Tu Shanling: "Xia Daoyou found any important clues?"

Xia Jiang bowed, "Exactly, but this is not in a hurry, it is more important to appease the subject first." ”

If the victim does not cooperate, simple things can become complicated.

Tu Shanling agreed with Xia Jiang's approach, and secretly relieved his confusion, and the victims were stunned for a moment, and immediately burst into a rage again.

The woman pointed at the people in the hall and shouted frantically, "You, what have you done to me?"

After that, there was a series of questions, almost pointing at your nose and scolding you for "inaction".

Tu Shanling rubbed her ears, her fingers never rang, and a layer of strange fluctuations rippled out, enveloping her and Song Qian, saving them from the pain of the magic sound filling their ears.

Xia Jiang couldn't sit still for the first time, and said angrily: "You woman is so messing around! No matter what, it always takes time to find out the truth, and we will entertain you with good tea, but you rely on us to do the opposite, which is really unreasonable." ”

The woman still had a posture of "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I make the most sense", "We've been in that room for almost an hour, what have you found, you said!"

Xia Jiang's face was flushed, and his hand clenched his sword, but he couldn't say a word.

Tu Shanling's fingers tapped on the table.

The woman turned her head irritably, her eyes immediately attracted by Tu Shanling's slender fingers, and the previous scene became clear again, and the scolding she was about to blurt out was suddenly swallowed back into her stomach.

Tu Shanling: "You said that Zhou Liniang was kidnapped, how do you know? Have you ever received threats from kidnappers?"

Tu Shanling's aura was too sufficient, and the woman suddenly felt a little shorter in the face of her, and she didn't dare to splash it, so she replied honestly: "Of course we know that we have all seen the person who kidnapped Liniang." ”

Tu Shanling glanced at Yin Xuanchen, and Yin Xuanchen shook his head frantically.

Tu Shanling: "When Zhou Liniang was kidnapped, there were eyewitnesses?"

Woman: "Witnesses?"

Tu Shanling: "In other words, did anyone see Zhou Liniang being kidnapped?"

The woman wondered, "I don't know." ”

"......" Tu Shanling, "Since there are no eyewitnesses, and it is impossible for the kidnappers to have kidnappers written on their faces, why are you so sure that those people are the ones who kidnapped Zhou Liniang?"

The woman's tone was right, "The prophet told me." ”

The faces of the few little girls standing behind Xia Jiang suddenly changed greatly.

Tu Shanling raised his eyebrows and glanced at them, then immediately withdrew his gaze, "What did the prophet say?"

The woman's gaze fell on the vase on the table, as if caught in a memory, "She said that my daughter was kidnapped by five or six white boys, who wore rain-soaked robes, and each of them wore a sword, and wandered around the city every day, and it was very difficult to mess with, and when I went to them, I must bring more people." ”

Yin Xuanchen was about to die unjustly, and he shook his head frantically at Song Qian.

He was obviously working so hard to investigate Changyou's anomaly, but he was said to be hanging out, so angry!

Tu Shanling's eyes narrowed when she heard this, her first reaction was that someone framed Yin Xuanchen and the others, but she quickly denied this idea, such a framing was naΓ―ve and meaningless.

As long as the Yaoguang Xia clan is still in charge of Changyou, no one can do anything to Yin Xuanchen and the others.

Tu Shanling: "Have you seen them?"

Woman: "I see." ”

Tu Shanling stood up, walked up to the woman, bent down slightly, and looked at her at the same level, "Where did you see it?"

Woman: "In the room on the second floor of the inn." ”

Tu Shanling: "But you found your daughter in the room?"

The woman shook her head, "No." ”

Tu Shanling: "Since there isn't, why do you insist that they did it? Why can't it be that the prophet who is lying?"

This time, without waiting for the woman to answer, the little girl behind Xia Jiang spoke up excitedly, "The prophet will not lie, everything the prophet predicted has come true." ”

The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and the monk who is best at divination can only calculate the most likely direction of fate, but not all possibilities.

Prophet, oh, nonsense.

Tu Shanling walked towards the little girl who spoke, and the little girl flinched obviously, "Are you a believer in the prophet?"

The little girl shook her head repeatedly, "I'm not." ”

The horror in her eyes didn't seem to be fake, and her reaction was indeed not what a believer should have.

Tu Shanling felt more and more that Changyou was not simple, "What did that prophet say?"

The little girl glanced at Xia Jiang first, and after getting approval, she said: "A few days ago, the prophet kept saying that there was a woman who would fall downstairs in a red wedding dress, isn't it just ......"

This prophet's two prophecies are related to Zhou Liniang, will it be too coincidental?

Tu Shanling: "Where is the prophet, I want to meet her." ”

The little girl pointed out the door, "The Prophet lives in the third courtyard on the left, and she is not in good health, so she doesn't usually go out much. ”

Tu Shanling motioned to Xia Jiang, who immediately got up and walked in front to lead the way.

Everyone has their own life, no matter how beautiful the excitement is, it has been enough to watch for more than an hour, and the crowd that was originally congested at the gate of the courtyard has dispersed.

In the alley, all that remained was the ashes of incense, candles, paper, money, and money that were left after they were burned.

Xia Jiang raised his hand and knocked on the door, for a while, someone might as well open the door so quickly, when the door opened, he was still startled, he took a step back, only to see that it was a little girl in a wheelchair who opened the door for him.

The little girl's skin was as white as fine porcelain, her eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair were all silver-white, and the most strange thing was that her eyes were pale pink.

The little girl was cold and detached with a hint of arrogance, "Who are you looking for?"

Xia Jiang: "I heard that the prophet lives here. ”

The little girl raised her chin slightly: "I am." ”

Tu Shanling: "I heard that you once predicted that someone would fall down the building and die, right?"

The little girl said indifferently, "Isn't this already dead? ”

The girl in front of her was obviously a patient, but Tu Shanling couldn't treat this girl gently, and the disregard for life shown by this girl in just a few words made her very uncomfortable.

She chuckled, "So, could you please tell me where you are, who you're with, and what you're doing?"

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