Along the way, the more Lin Xing thought about it, the more strange he felt, if Qiu Fangfang was really an immortal soul descending into the world, how could the power of the Three Realms curse be something that ordinary people could resist?

Also, Feng Wuji's true identity has only been exposed for a short time, why is he still doing so much at this time? Aren't you really afraid that Lin Xing will come to the door in anger and fight him to the death?

Coming to Beiqiao Industrial Park, Lin Xing's head is even bigger, Beiqiao Industrial Park is mainly light industry, and it is the busy time when the factory has just started, the sound of machine running, all kinds of unknown source of "hiss", "rustling" and "zing" sound are intertwined, making Lin Xing's super left ear difficult to play an effective role. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But just when he was in a hurry, the phone on the bridge suddenly rang, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

When he opened the text message, Lin Xing couldn't help but be surprised and delighted, this text message was actually sent by Zhang Mingyuan - Teacher Qiu was arrested by a ruthless character, hurry up and find Lin Xing to save her.

"Damn, what the hell does this kid mean?" After the surprise, Lin Xing felt confused again, wasn't Zhang Mingyuan in a group with Feng Wuji? Why did you become an anti-bone boy and report to yourself again? And even if you find out in your conscience, at least tell me the address!

The barbecued pork bun suddenly said: "I found it, I found it, Fangfang should have been taken by them to a printing factory, the factory name is Beidou!" ”

Lin Xing was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, although he and the barbecued pork bun couldn't calculate Qiu Fangfang's condition, but the barbecued pork bun could completely calculate Zhang Mingyuan's location through the Xuanling realm. Since Qiu Fangfang was deceived by Zhang Mingyuan, why not just find Zhang Mingyuan directly?

"Damn, you're the smartest this time!" Lin Xing gave a thumbs up to the barbecued pork bun and quickly found the Beidou Printing Factory through navigation. As soon as I arrived at the factory gate, I heard a familiar "zizi" sound in my left ear.

Seeing Lin Xing put down the seat, the barbecued pork bag was shocked: "No!" ”

"What's not going to work?"

"Do you want to use the Five Elements Clone? That's absolutely not going to work! The barbecued pork bun said loudly: "Xiaoling, how many times have they told you, now Feng Wuji wants to kill you, he may have laid eyeliner around at this moment, as soon as you leave, he will hang you, you must not take this risk." ”

"Sister Fangfang is your descendant." Lin Xing hesitated.

"That's not good, you have a family and a business now, and you have a baby who hasn't been born yet, I can't risk your life for your own selfishness." The barbecued pork bun said resolutely.

Lin Xing couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, groaned slightly, pushed the car door and walked down.

"Who are you looking for?" A security guard at the entrance of the printing house blocked the way.

Lin Xing glanced at the factory, pointed to a black Toyota sedan and asked, "Whose car is that?" ”

The security guard looked him up and down and asked vigilantly, "What are you asking for?" What do you do? ”

Lin Xing didn't bother to say more to him, his eyes flashed, and he used the crane technique to hypnotize the security guard.

"That's our factory director's car." The security guard said with his eyes lost.

Lin Xing asked, "Has your factory director come to work?" As soon as he asked, he slapped himself, and he was all there, and he was inked with a security guard.

"The factory director is here, and he brought a woman with him." The security guard replied.

Lin Xing nodded, and pointed to the guard room, "Go in and sleep, and wake up when you eat at noon." After saying that, he walked into the door with his hands behind his back, looked around, and strode to the left.

Passing through the aisle between the front factory building and the exterior wall, the sound of "sizzling" and the sound of machinery pressing are more clear to the ear.

The sound came from a factory building covering an area of about 300 square meters.

With the muffled sound of "boom", the sliding door of the factory opened a gap that could accommodate a single person to pass through.

A man who was busy next to the machine saw Lin Xing looking in, and asked very unfriendly, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Huh? How so? Lin Xing stared at the mountain of paper on his right and said in surprise.

Obviously, this is the paper cutting room of the printing house, with the paper cutter on the left and the pile of base paper material on the right. What surprised Lin Xing was, of course, not the full base paper, but the situation behind the paper mountain.

"I asked you what you do!" The worker stepped forward and shouted.

Lin Xing didn't even look at him, and walked towards the paper mountain with his hands behind his back.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, there was a sound of "slap and slew" pulling out sharp weapons behind him.

Lin Xing stopped at this time, slowly turned his head, and couldn't help but be surprised.

The six workers were already standing in a row, slowly pressing towards themselves, each carrying a strange-looking, heavy-looking knife in their hands.

Lin Xing, who was born as a killer, is very familiar with all kinds of hot and cold weapons, and it can be seen at a glance that the workers are holding machetes made from the blades of paper cutters, which can easily cut ten centimeters of paper, and the sharpness can be imagined.

Even if you are a fool, when you see the posture of the workers, you know that they are not ordinary printing factory workers, let alone good at stubble.

Although Lin Xing had reduced nearly half of his strength because of his efforts to save the lightning cat, a few rude men with knives still did not enter his eyes.

"Whoever dares to do it, will bear the consequences." He said coldly, turned around and continued to walk behind the paper mountain.

But just then, his phone rang suddenly. When I took it out, I saw that the phone was from another unfamiliar number.

The phone was connected, and an anxious voice immediately came out of the receiver: "Xiao ...... Be careful, they ...... They're very cowy! ”

"Lai Wenjin?"

"Idiot, little ...... Watch out for those workers! Lai Wenjin reminded again.

At the same time, Lin Xing had already sensed that an unusually strong wind was sweeping from behind, and he didn't bother to turn around in a hurry, running forward two steps and flying on the piled paper mountain, turning his head backwards. In the air, I saw a piece of knife shining with cold light slashing horizontally through the paper mountain, making a piercing "stabbing" sound.

"Holy! Why is it so horizontal? ”

"The situation has changed, in short, these are not ordinary people!" Lai Wenjin spoke in a hurry.

"Nonsense, now the fools can see that they are not ordinary people!" Before Lin Xingren landed, two more knives slashed at his face and chest respectively, and he was busy exerting his wolf instinct, shrinking his body suddenly, followed by his right foot on the shoulder of the first person, several meters high again, and grabbed the girder of the steel structure with one hand.

Six workers with knives looked at him with their heads up, and one of them said coldly: "No matter who you are, since you are here today, don't think about getting out alive!" ”