The fifth captain hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Fuji Shao, but I found someone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Fujino asked, "Who?"

The fifth captain showed a puzzled expression, "Teng Shao, at the end of Banxian'er Hutong, on the opposite side of the street on Tai'an Road, there is a homeless man, and there is a piece of fan standing in front of that person, and it says 'Divine Calculation' on it. He slept on the floor on that street corner, and because it looked strange, I looked at it twice. ”

When Fujino heard this, he remembered that this kind of characteristic was not the "divine calculation" he had seen at the door of the Thousand Lines? That person looked powerless and very old. The hands, in particular, were covered with scars like old roots.

Such a person obviously does not conform to the physical characteristics of an alchemist.

Since he is an alchemist, then his hand must not be such a scarred hand. It was a pair of hands that were even more precious than human life, how could an alchemist allow it to be destroyed like this?

However, when he came to the side of the "divine calculation", he was even more impressed by this understanding.

It really didn't look like a pair of alchemists had a hand, or even like a normal person's hand.

The vertical fan with the word "divine calculation" written on it stood diagonally by the wall, like a broken wood standing on the wall in the night, covered with cobwebs.

This person is the old Xie who begged for business at the door of Qianxing Fan during the day. Lao Xie sat in his clothes, his hands clasped in front of his chest, and his eyes closed as if he was sleeping. His hands, exposed outside his sleeves, resembled a vine with intertwined branches, and the unevenness could be seen just by looking at it. You can even see the shadow of the moonlight directly from above.

The sound of clear footsteps gradually came to mind, from far and near. Lao Xie slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from. Dozens of people suddenly rushed out of the deserted street opposite him, almost filling the land in front of him.

The glint in Lao Xie's eyes was a little strange, but it wasn't very strange. After all, the alley is so famous that anyone can come out of or go anywhere at any time. He didn't know what was going on on the street across the street, but he was sure that someone was coming.

Coming at him.

He slowly moved back, leaning his entire back against the cold wall, his hands clasped in front of his chest staggered and clutching his arms, and then slowly raised his eyes.

What fell into his eyes was a young man dressed in rich cloth brocade, and a small man standing beside him whose face was blocked by a hood. Slender and like a woman.

Lao Xie just raised his eyes to look at the two people standing not far in front of him, and quietly didn't glance.

The people who came were Fujino and Mo Yuting.

Fujino glanced at his hands beyond his sleeves before slowly shifting his gaze from the other's chest to the other's face. It was a face as old as a hand, and its eyes seemed to be embedded in deep ravines. The eyes are cloudy and don't look like they have excellent eyesight.

The alchemist has two most important things, one is his hands. An alchemist must have a good pair of hands, and this kind of goodness does not mean good looks, or good skin, etc. Rather, it means that these hands should be the kind of flexible and sharp hands, hands that can accurately grasp medicinal materials. And the other thing is the eyes.

An alchemist needs an extremely focused spirit, and his eyes must be clear and bright. In this way, we can accurately discover the details of the alchemy process that are easily overlooked.

But in this man, there is neither.

Fuji Ambition said: "Could it be ...... Am I wrong?"

He thought he could find something out of this man, but now he just found that the other person didn't have anything on him at all.

Lao Xie opened his two eyes that were not clear, and asked a little blankly, "Are you looking for me?"

Before Fujino could speak, he heard Mo Yuting ask, "Do you know who lives in the alley opposite?"

Lao Xie nodded, "I know." Don't you know that?"

Mo Yuting then asked, "Do you know where he is now?"

Lao Xie shook his head, "I don't know." ”

The cold light flashed in the dark night, and Lao Xie lowered his eyes slightly to look at his neck, and a bright dagger was against it.

Mo Yuting said coldly: "Aren't you a god, you can calculate it for me now, where is that Jindan Daoist Xie Mingyu!"

Obviously, his life has been controlled by others, and it is absolutely easy for the other party to directly cut off his head with the sharpness of this blade with a slight movement. But Lao Xie's face has not changed, and he still has that blank expression. He raised his eyes to look at Mo Yuting and asked, "What if it can't be calculated?"

"Can't figure it out?" Mo Yuting withdrew the dagger, looked at the dagger IQ and said seemingly unintentionally: "Then your divine calculation has no value and meaning at all." ”

Lao Xie laughed, his voice was low, and he couldn't really hear it if he didn't listen carefully. He laughed enough, but shook his head and said, "I can't count this one for you." ”

Mo Yuting's eyes lit up: "Why?"

Lao Xie shook his head again, "Anyway, if you want to kill me, why should I answer you?"

Mo Yuting obviously didn't have enough patience to listen to Lao Xie's words, and when she heard the words, she wanted to kill him with a knife. But I didn't expect to be stopped by Fujino.

Mo Yuting said angrily: "Why are you stopping me?"

Fujino shook his head and said, "It's just a small citizen, what's the use of you killing him." ”

Mo Yuting sneered, "What kind of good person are you pretending to be here......

Fujino shook his head helplessly, "This person is obviously not the person we are looking for, it seems that maybe that person is really no longer here......" This answer should have been realized when he entered the Dao Banxian Alley. After all, if it is a human habitation, how can it be so dilapidated?

He just didn't want to believe it.

Mo Yuting was not surprised by this result at all, but she didn't know why, she always felt that the person in front of her was still a little different. She even felt that there was a secret in this person.

This man's expression has always been light, and it seems that he doesn't care about life and death at all. There was not a trace of a wave in his blank eyes. There was no surprise of seeing a stranger, nor the horror of being threatened.

Mo Yuting felt that this person must be eccentric.

So she moved suddenly, holding the dagger and quickly stabbing it into Lao Xie's chest. She said in her heart, this person is not as calm as ordinary people, can he really be so indifferent when he is about to be killed in the next moment?