"Help, help, help!"

Seeing that Yang Chen had the taste of letting go, Wang Xiancheng hurriedly grabbed him, but his face still showed embarrassment: "It's just ......"

"Just what?" Yang Chen glanced over.

"Okay, okay, as long as you help me solve Xiaolan's problem, I'll ......" Wang Xiancheng gritted his teeth fiercely: "I'll let it go!" But you have to promise that it must only be borrowed, and there will be no other thoughts!"

Yang Chen felt sorry for poor Xuanhong Zhenren. He, the successor he had worked so hard to cultivate, betrayed his master because of a woman.

Ahem, of course, as a vested interest, this matter is another matter......

Fortunately, Wang Xiancheng finally remembered that he couldn't let people abduct his magic weapon, and asked Yang Chen to make a guarantee.

Yang Chen patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry." You also know how powerful this magic weapon I just got in my hands is, you say, do I need to covet a part of this magic weapon in your Chongyang Palace? Not to mention, this Chongyang bell hammer doesn't have a special method, so it can't be practiced at all, right?"

After Yang Chen got his hands on the Great Rizhao Sky Mirror, he also tried a trick with Wang Xiancheng, Wang Xiancheng knew that the power of this magic weapon was probably not weaker than the Chongyang Bell at all, at least not weaker than the Chongyang Bell Mallet, Yang Chen had no need to attack the Chongyang Bell Mallet.

Moreover, Yang Chen was also right, this kind of town sect magic weapon must have a special sacrificial refining method. Otherwise, if a rooster and dog thief pops up casually, he will be able to steal the magic weapon of the town faction and refine it, so where will the face of Chongyang Palace go?

With these two premises, Wang Xiancheng was more or less relieved of Yang Chen's assurance.

To say that it is completely reassuring, it is impossible to say. However, Wang Xiancheng thought that as long as Yang Chen borrowed the magic weapon, he had been carefully watching by the side, and he should be able to ensure that nothing went wrong.

After this was decided, Yang Chen asked Wang Xiancheng for the phone number of the Xiaolan girl and called him in front of him.

The phone waited for a long time, and it was almost connected when it was about to hang up automatically.

In the process of waiting for the phone to be connected, Wang Xiancheng's face can be described as wonderful, changing again and again, from the initial hope, to the later expectation, and then to the later gloom, sadness, and worry, in a short period of time, he changed seven or eight expressions, and he can be called the master of the face changing stunt.

Finally, the phone rang, but a middle-aged man's voice with a thick local accent came: "Hey, which one are you looking for?"

Wang Xiancheng's body trembled slightly, and he stretched out his hand to the phone, but he looked a little scared, hesitating and not daring to stretch out his hand.

Yang Chen helplessly pulled him over, stuffed the phone into his hand, and signaled with his eyes: Answer the phone quickly.

"Hey, hey, whoever?" the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be impatient, and called him on the other end of the phone.

Wang Xiancheng gritted his teeth and took the phone, his voice trembling, as if he didn't dare to accept the truth that was about to be revealed: "Hey, I'...... I'm looking for Xiaolan......"

"Which one are you looking for?" the middle-aged man on the other side didn't understand.

Wang Xiancheng is not a local, and his accent has the flavor of Zhongnan Mountain. This guy grew up in Chongyang Palace, and his Mandarin is not very standard. Of course, a person like Yang Chen can understand, but the one opposite is also a middle-aged man, and it is not easy to understand.

At this moment, Wang Xiancheng was so anxious that he sweated profusely, and his speech became more and more unreliable: "I...... I...... My feet ...... No, I'm looking for ...... Xiao Nan...... No, I'm looking for a smile...... No...... I ......"

Yang Chen next to him was very anxious, and couldn't help snatching the phone and said loudly: "Hey, let's look for Miss Xiaolan!"

"Oh, looking for Xiaolan......" This time the other side understood.

"Yes, looking for Xiaolan, is Miss Xiaolan here?"

"Miss Xiaolan, she ......" The voice from the other side came, as if it was too noisy, and the voice behind it was vague and not clear.

"What?" Yang Chen didn't understand a little, and continued to ask, "What's wrong with Miss Xiaolan?"

Wang Xiancheng next to him could only vaguely hear the faint sound from the earpiece of his mobile phone, and he listened to it in a hurry for a while, just like an ant on a hot pot, circling around in the room, and the sweat on his body became more and more.

After turning around twice, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to snatch the mobile phone in Yang Chen's hand, but he hesitated to retract his hand.

Yang Chen waved at him, turned on the speakerphone of the phone, and the voice on the other side suddenly started, finally making Wang Xiancheng no longer head and brainless blind circles, but listened to the phone carefully with his ears sideways, for fear of missing a word.

"Miss Xiaolan, she's gone. ”

The middle-aged man's voice came out of the mobile phone, Wang Xiancheng heard it as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes were distracted, and he muttered to himself, and the whole person suddenly seemed to have lost his soul: "It's gone...... It's gone...... Hehe, it's gone......"

For a moment, he seemed to have turned into a walking corpse, saying things he didn't understand, and doing actions he didn't know.

Yang Chen's heart also jumped: Don't be that there is really something wrong with this Xiaolan girl, right? When the time comes, the matter of asking Wang Xiancheng to help steal the Chongyang bell hammer will be lost, I am afraid that this Wang Xiancheng will be abolished, which is too regrettable.

He hurriedly asked, "What, uncle, what did you say?

This time, the middle-aged man understood: "Hey, I mean, Miss Xiaolan is gone, not that she is gone, oops, not that one...... Hey, it's not the kind of person who is gone...... anyway."

The person on the other side should have no culture, and his speech is a bit inverted and entangled. He himself was anxious about this, and he felt so anxious that he stomped his feet again and again.

But it's nothing he said like this, the key is that when Wang Xiancheng heard this, the whole person almost collapsed.

Yang Chen hurriedly said, "I mean, did Miss Xiaolan have an accident?"

"No, no, of course not!" Fortunately, the middle-aged man finally came with words that made Yang Chen let go of a big stone in his heart: "I mean, Xiaolan, this girl, she is not here now." ”

"And what's wrong with her?"

"She, isn't she seriously ill? A young man was with her the other day, and the young man went out to work, and she was fine. The young man was gone, and she begged for food, so she got sick and fainted...... "The middle-aged man said.

"Fainted?"

Wang Xiancheng immediately woke up, rushed over and snatched the mobile phone from Yang Chen's hand: "How is Xiaolan now? Where did she faint? Did she go to the hospital?"

"Oh, go to the hospital, don't get any money, why go to the hospital? Our co-worker carried her into the house, alas, there was no one to take care of her, and she looked like she was dying. The middle-aged man replied, "Young man, if you have any relatives or friends with her, then come here quickly, and see her for the last time." ”

Wang Xiancheng dropped his phone, turned around and ran, and before he knew it, his face was already full of tears.

Fortunately, Yang Chen's eyes were quick, he caught the phone, and then hurriedly pulled Wang Xiancheng to stop: "Xiao Wang, calm down! You go now, do you know where Xiaolan is?"

Wang Xiancheng turned around and suddenly knelt down in front of Yang Chen: "Yang Zhenren, you can help Xiaolan quickly! You have great powers, you will definitely be able to help her." I...... I ......"

He used to be the head of Chongyang Palace, how proud he was? Even when he was by Yang Chen's side, he called him by his name, and never refused to call him a "real person". But now, he abandoned all his pride and finally said the word "real person" that he refused to say.

Yang Chen hurriedly pulled him up: "Okay, okay, don't panic, don't panic, everything has me." ”

As he spoke, he was about to ask the middle-aged man again, and was about to speak, but there was a "beep" hang-up sound from the phone.

Wang Xiancheng was even more panicked, snatched the mobile phone, dialed Xiaolan's number with trembling hands, and finally the mobile phone came with a prompt tone of "The call you dialed has been stopped".

Wang Xiancheng almost went crazy: "Shutdown? How can it be stopped? How can it be shut down? It was fine just now, how can it be shut down?"

"Okay, okay," Yang Chen patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, this prompt tone should be in arrears." ”

"What should I do if I owe money? What should I do if I can't get through to Xiaolan? How can I find Xiaolan?"

"If you owe money, you will pay the fee. ”

"How do you pay the fee? Xiaolan must have no money over there, she has fainted, how can she pay the fee? Who to pay?" Wang Xiancheng was completely panicked.

This is really lacking in common sense.

"Ahem...... Yang Chen coughed dryly: "It's okay, you don't necessarily need to pay for phone arrears, and it's the same for others to help you pay the bill, as long as you know the phone number." You tell me the number and I'll help her pay the bill. ”

"Okay, good, hurry up, the number is like this......" Wang Xiancheng hurriedly told Yang Chen the number, Yang Chen dialed the service number to charge the mobile phone, and Wang Xiancheng immediately grabbed the mobile phone to dial.

The tone is still "The call you made is down".

"Why can't it work? Why can't it work......" Wang Xiancheng was anxious, holding his mobile phone and dialing the number over and over again.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there is still a buffer for a period of time to recharge, just wait......"

Before Yang Chen could speak, the phone was connected, and the middle-aged man's voice came: "Hey, which one are you looking for?"

Wang Xiancheng was about to speak, but after thinking about it, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and handed the phone to Yang Chen: "You come on, I'm in a mess now......"

Yang Chen took the mobile phone, carefully asked the other party Xiaolan's address, and then admonished: "Uncle, we are relatives and friends of Miss Xiaolan, and we will come to her immediately." Please help take good care of her, and there will be a lot of thanks when the time comes!"

The other party is also that kind of simple person, and he agreed again and again. Yang Chen hung up the phone, pulled Wang Xiancheng, and rushed to Xiaolan's side.