When Nie Feng returned to the inn, it was almost dawn, and he had been sleeping on the bed for more than an hour.

When I got up, I saw that the compass pointed in the direction of the Li family's compound again.

Could it be that Granny Golden Needle is there again? According to common sense, she was injured last night, and she should have slipped away.

What is the Golden Needle Mother-in-law doing when she comes back, is Wan Xian'er locked up in the small courtyard?

Nie Feng's mind was turning, the other party was injured, even if he didn't have the strength to fight, it would be no problem to escape.

What's more, there is a downtown outside the courtyard, even if it is not good, it is still too late to report to the woman with the ponytail.

Nie Feng came to the Li family's compound, and when he saw that there was no one around, he jumped on the high wall, lay on the wall to observe, and jumped into the courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet, Nie Feng cautiously probed around, and after making sure that there was no one, he walked into the back room.

The furniture in the room was as good as new, and the pots of flowers and leaves on the table were slightly wilting, and it seemed that they had not been watered for a while.

There are two teacups next to the flower pot, and there are still some remnants of tea in them, looking at the teacups, Nie Feng's heart moved slightly, don't the two represent the two of Mother-in-law Jin Needle and Wan Xian'er?

Something on the ground suddenly caught Nie Feng's attention, it was a willow branch, and there were a few dew-stained willow leaves on it.

This is a freshly harvested willow branch.

This shows that Granny Golden Needle has been here soon!

Nie Feng was a little uneasy, and checked inside and out again, and it was indeed empty!

The morning sun poured in, and the room was a little dazed, and Nie Feng noticed that there seemed to be some fog in the house, but he didn't notice it until the room was darker at first.

He walked into the fog that was almost dissipating, his nose wrinkled, and a faint scent of lilies flowed on the tip of his nose, the smell of which seemed familiar.

Yes, Wan Xian'er was standing here just now.

She and Granny Golden Needle should be standing right here.

And now, the two of them disappeared as if out of thin air, without a trace.

Nie Feng took out the compass, and the pointer was rotating at a constant speed, indicating that the target person had indeed gone away.

After returning to the dormitory and washing up briefly, I looked in the mirror and hesitated for a while, considering whether to call the acting vice principal.

In the end, I called the other party and briefly mentioned what happened last night.

The acting vice principal was more excited, after the failure of the last operation, he was also reprimanded from above, and there was a chance for the salted fish to turn over in front of him, so he was naturally overjoyed.

Based on his understanding of the acting principal, the other party estimated that he would have to gather a large number of people, and then come over with great power, and it was estimated that it would be the next day at the earliest.

However, Nie Feng doesn't have to worry about it for the time being, waiting for his own people to come, I believe that rescuing Wan Xian'er is not a problem.

Since I met the beautiful woman with the ponytail again last night, I don't know where it came from, and it is likely to be an official organization.

But Nie Feng had already made up his mind not to participate in all the other party's activities, and he didn't want to intersect too deeply and cause unnecessary trouble.

I went to the neighborhood to have a hurried breakfast, rushed to the restaurant and continued to work.

The greasy boss is a fat man with a kind face, and Nie Feng's superb knife skills have left a deep impression on him, so he has always had a good attitude towards this young man, and he doesn't say more than half a word when he is occasionally late.

After working all morning, I had lunch in the restaurant, where I ate and lived, and the food was good, and I didn't deduct the employees.

Nie Feng couldn't be idle, so he went to the town alone, and unconsciously came to the square in the center of the ancient town.

I saw a person standing on a cement stage in front of him giving a speech, and there was a large circle of people below.

It was a middle-aged man with a thin face and long hair in a shawl, like an artist.

The man was very passionate, holding the microphone, only to see two thick lips flying, spitting everywhere, accompanied by the speech, arms and rhythmically waving in the air,

"The way of heaven is dead, and the gods have descended!

The light and majesty of God will be sprinkled on the earth!

Human beings are too small, too weak, war, disease, poverty, birth, old age, sickness and death give us too many tribulations!

Let us open our devout hearts to the coming of the gods and wait for their baptism and calling!"

The more this guy talked, the more excited he became, foaming at the mouth, and a little exhausted.

For this set, Nie Feng has always scoffed, and it is estimated that after the sensationalism, he will start selling products, and in Tsing Yi Lane, he will do a lot of this business.

Since spending 300 yuan to buy a so-called antique covered with patina two years ago, Nie Feng has developed a fairly high immunity to this kind of "pit".

These routines can only bewitch the elderly and children.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the middle-aged man with a thin hooked nose who he met at the inn and another person hurrying towards him.

I saw them push through the crowd and rush to the stage, apparently for the speakers.

Immediately afterwards, a big man jumped under the stage and stopped Eagle Hook Nose and others with his fist, which seemed to be all the way with the speaker.

The battle stood up, the two sides crackled and clashed, and the melon-eating crowd in the audience was in chaos, and the birds and beasts were scattered.

That big man is also a martial artist, and Nie Feng estimates that he is a beginner-level elite warrior.

After more than ten moves, the hook nose became more and more courageous, and he struck out with a heavy hand, knocking the big man to the ground, and then took out a metal rod of about seven or eight inches from his body.

"Deterrent Stick!" Seeing this, Nie Feng immediately became alert, he was too familiar with this thing, and his eyes quickly narrowed.

But this time, instead of flashing red, the wand was arcing blue!

I saw the hooked nose of the eagle take it and poke it at the big man on the ground, and the big man's body trembled violently a few times, and then he fainted.

It seems that this thing can not only erase memories, but also have the effect of electric batons, Nie Feng thought that it could stun the martial artist on the spot, and it was estimated that it was also more than 100,000 volts of high-voltage electricity.

The long-haired man who gave the speech didn't understand martial arts, and he had long been restrained by the partner brought by the hooked nose.

After a while, a minivan came, and Hooknose and his partner lifted the two into the compartment.

Looking at the departing vehicle, Nie Feng wrinkled his nose.

When did the hook nose intervene in the field of chengguan?

Isn't this long-haired man selling medicine? It seems that he has brought a martial artist with him, and he doesn't look like he is engaged in this business.

Could it be that Eagle Hook Nose and his party have something to do with the military? Thinking of the mysterious organization that Wen Yun had mentioned to him before, there is a good chance that these people belong to the General Administration of God Hunting.

After leaving the square, Nie Feng walked to the stream.

The creek has many stone bridges, with different bridges, each with a long history and cultural heritage.

Walking on the bridge, folding a flower or a leaf and throwing it away, watching it go with the waves along the stream, I only feel that the years are like this, and life is like water.

On both sides of the stream, rows of willow trees are made of jasper, hanging down thousands of green silks, and the thin willow leaves are still stained with some dew, like the eyes of a lover's intoxication.