Wen Jin walked to the street, and there were words in his mouth: "Jade Emperor, God, Zeus, Odin bless you, bless ......"

Intuition directed him in the right direction, and inspiration flew through his mind like a bolt from the blue—

Now just follow his heart and follow the path he is leading.

He had never believed so much in his own fortunes, closed his eyes, and headed forward, forward!

…… Then he bumped into a passerby.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wen Jin, who opened his eyes, hurriedly apologized.

"You kid look at the road!" The passer-by said scoldingly, rubbing his hands vigorously on the part that had been hit.

"Really." The passerby gave Wen Jin a look of disdain, and then—

"Eh, it's a beauty, it's okay, it's okay, I'm fine, that, do you want to hit me again?" Passers-by answered the road with peach blossoms on their faces.

Wen Jin: "......"

"I'm a man." He said so.

"Oh, really, I don't apologize when I bump into someone, why are you so unqualified!" Passers-by were full of disgust, and the rapid change of their faces was breathtaking.

With that, he left in a hurry, leaving a handsome back in Wen Jin's eyes.

Wen Jin shook his head, turned around, and continued to walk in search of his intuition. This time he learned to be obedient, walking with his eyes open and avoiding pedestrians in time.

His instincts were even more obvious, he had never felt so confident in his luck!

The inspiration is menacing, as if to say: Come on, be happy, anyway, there is a lot of time~

Like a scented hound, he searched for the way to be guided by his intuition......

Slowly, he walked towards a house in the town......

There are two flowers, one on each branch. At this time, what are the two men in black doing?

It was obviously a sunny day and white clouds, but the place where the two of them were gloomy and heavy.

A carriage or two came slowly to the sound of horses kicking and tapping. Strangely enough, the carriage had no coachman, and the two tall horses were so thin and withered that it was as if all the water in their bodies had been drained.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of a house, and after a few crisp hooves, the two horses stopped in unison.

The two men in black, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward, opened the carriage door, and both of them reached out at the same time and took out a "thing" from the carriage together.

The two of them each grabbed one end of the object and pulled it out without much difficulty.

"Whew, it's going to take my strength to get this thing!" One of them pretended to wipe his sweat and complained.

"But you have it, a monk in the early stage of the foundation building period, and it is so difficult to get everything?" The other said with contempt.

"Aha, just kidding." The first man touched his head and said with an embarrassed smile.

"No kidding, get down to business, you know what happens if you mess up this thing, right?" The second warned in a gloomy and hoarse voice.

The joker man thought about it and shivered violently.

Let's bury my head and do my job, the joker man lowered his head and dragged the things in his hands in a slightly frustrated way.

The gloomy man was helpless against his pig teammate, glared at him fiercely, and carried the things in his hands to the interior of the house.

Through the afternoon sun, you can see that the "thing" in their hands is actually a mummy-like person tied with bandages!

If you look closely, there is still a faint sound of breathing coming from the untied mouth.

……

Wen Jin followed his instincts and walked down the road, occasionally paying attention to the scene around him, wondering where the source of the inspiration was.

Humming a small tune, Wen Jin put his hands behind his head and walked down the street in a chic manner.

It's not that Wen Jin doesn't care about helping his uncle, but the experience he has summed up after being reborn for so long.

Usually when he is in a good mood, his luck will also rise - life, you have to be happy.

He passed by a small shop and walked over, not paying much attention.

Wait, he stepped back again. What kind of store is this?

Tavern?

He touched his stomach, this guy is practicing flying swords again today, and he is helping to find it, and he hasn't filled it yet.

"Gollum~"

You see, a protest, right?

Wen Jin licked his lips and touched his stomach. Just a taste, it shouldn't be considered a passive slacking.

Just taste it and do nothing else. Wen Jin hesitated for a while, stomped his feet and rubbed his hands, and finally convinced himself.

It's just that there is a girl who can't be guaranteed not to suffer from the danger of her life, is it really good to be like this?

So, with some tragedy, he walked into the tavern. I'm sorry, filling your stomach is the first thing!

Finding a place to sit down, Wen Jin shouted, "Shop, serve!" ”

"Oh, okay!" Xiao Er wiped his clothes with his oil-stained hands and walked over.

"This, this, and this, that, this too." Wen Jin pointed to the menu.

What about just one bite of the said good?

"Okay, you wait!" Xiao Er is a little excited, this is to meet a big customer.

After serving the good food, Wen Jin finished eating, threw off a broken silver, and turned around to leave in a dashing manner.

There's no way, let's just do it!

The moment he got up, Wen Jin glanced at the dining table, and he was stunned. Because—

He saw a small patch of dried blood. The blood stains were dry, and based on the color, they should have been left a day or two ago.

Thinking of his luck, Wen Jin was excited, isn't this a clue from the sky? The timing was right, and sure enough, I was a natural detective, he thought with some smit.

"Heaven and man are one, revealing traces." Wen Jin pinched the law with his hand, and pointed to the blood with one hand.

The pale pink beam stretched out from the bloodstains, turned a corner, and after a heart shape (I don't know why Wen Jin's tricks were so angry), it expanded outward, all the way through the tavern door, and into the street.

Moon Jin turned around agitated and ran out of the street.

The pale pink streak of light flowed endlessly, flew down the street for some distance, and then came to an abrupt halt.

Wen Jin was not discouraged, but even more excited. Isn't that the most coincidental thing? It's a testament to the fact that there are monks involved!

Wen Jin turned around and returned to the tavern. He wanted to ask for a clue about the small patch of blood.

Wen Jin banged open the door of the tavern, rushed inside, and shouted: "Little Er, what about Little Er?" Boss, is the boss there? ”

This sound attracted the attention of all the people in the tavern, and for a moment, the noisy tavern was much quieter.

Wen Jin didn't care, but stared at Xiao Er, who was serving the food.

"Who sat in this position two days ago?" He gestured to the seat he had just sat in.

"Guest officer, I don't know!"

"I know!"

Wen Jin looked at it and was stunned:

"Is that you?"