I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart. The sensation is indescribable, and it seems that even the air around the body is stunned, and the air pressure has changed subtly.

Someone in the room seemed to shout something, and the little man's face changed, and the small window on the big iron door was closed with a snap.

The fat man looked at me strangely and hurriedly asked me what was wrong. I was just about to speak, but the little stinky fart in the ogre card suddenly passed through the telepathy, telling me to stop talking and leave here.

I gave the fat man a look, pulled him out of Huici Street, and found a secluded place, and then I told him all about what had just happened.

The fat man was also a little puzzled. He said that just now on the street, where did the five or six pregnant women who were led by those two small men go? Did they all go to Tangjue's house? How could there be so many pregnant women in his family?

And even if it is inconvenient to meet guests when they are sick, under normal circumstances, shouldn't they open the door to receive gifts from guests? Why do you want to stuff it through the crack in the door? If you don't want to open the door, could it be that there is some ulterior secret in this door?

There was also the man who spoke to me in blunt Chinese, his face was fierce, and there was a sense of anger between his eyebrows. Generally, people with this kind of face are often ruthless people with complex backgrounds, and they are likely to have a lawsuit against their backs.

The magistrates should still remember the black-bearded Taoist priest who came thousands of miles to hunt down me and the fat man, that guy is this kind of face, and it looks hairy.

The little stinky fart emerges from the ogre card, her silhouette clearly visible in the night. Meng looks like a cute little Lori.,It's no different from a real person.,Presumably this is the benefit of turning into a royal spirit.。

She told us that the small courtyard just now was absolutely unusual, and she could sense that there was a master in the house, and there was more than one.

Lao Bi, who was lying on my shoulder, also agreed. Although its Taoism is sealed, it is far inferior to the little stinky fart in terms of sensing, but as the saying goes, ginger is still old and spicy, and Lao Bi also feels that something is wrong with that small courtyard, and it seems to be hiding some kind of secret.

Things have developed to this point, which is something that no one expected. This time, our original intention was just to visit Tangjue, but we didn't expect it to lead to such a bizarre and strange incident.

Especially those five or six pregnant women, I can't help but think of Fan Pei, who is inexplicably pregnant, is there still some kind of connection between the two?

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. My gut tells me that if we don't get things figured out, we're likely to miss the most critical clue to solving the problem.

But the situation is a bit awkward and tricky.

The people in the house are not allowed to enter, so we can't force our way in, and looking at the heavily guarded posture in the small courtyard, it is unlikely that we will sneak in.

It's okay to say it in China, but this is Myanmar, and as a foreign tourist, if something really happens and he is sent to the Industrial Security Bureau, and then detained or even sent back to China, then I don't want to see the result.

Old Bi laughed and said that there is Lord Ben and my little wife, what are you worried about, and it will be done in minutes.

That's when I reacted. That's right! Lao Bi is a bird that can strike and monitor with precision like a drone. The little stinky fart is even more of a spirit form, and ordinary people can't see her at all, making her an excellent candidate to infiltrate.

The little stinky fart looks very cute when she thinks about the problem, and she looks a little young and old, so she naturally has no heart to refute the words of Lao Bi's little wife. In the end, she nodded in agreement and decided to go with Lao Bi to investigate first.

A spirit and a bird both left, leaving me and the fat man waiting in place.

Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, and the two still did not return. The night was getting darker, and the surroundings became so quiet that you could even hear your own heartbeat.

The fat man was a little anxious, pacing back and forth. My heart is even more up and down, Lao Bi is okay to say, I'm afraid that the little stinky fart will have an accident.

After another five minutes, a spirit and a bird finally returned.

Lao Bi said that the guy guarding the yard should be an ascetic, and he felt that the Tao was not low. The room was brightly lit, and the hall on the first floor and the bedroom on the second floor were crowded with people.

These people are all pregnant women without exception, and he has roughly calculated that there are no less than twenty!

There are more than 20 pregnant women living in Tangjue's house?! The fat man and I were both taken aback and couldn't figure out what was going on.

In addition to these pregnant women, Lao Bi said that there were seven or eight men who looked like gangsters, and they should be in charge of taking care of these pregnant women, including the little man who was talking to us at the door just now.

Unlike Lao Bi, who can only look in from the window, the little stinky fart sneaks in directly, and the information she has is more comprehensive.

She said that although these men look like typical Southeast Asians, they all have guns pinned to their waists, and they are obviously not good stubble, and they are by no means ordinary hooligan ruffians.

There was a strange smell of spice in the room, and the pregnant women were all in a state of sorts, and no one spoke or cried. Their gazes were scattered and wandering away from the sky, apparently under the influence of similar hypnosis.

Because Lao Bi was in the air to cover him, the infiltration of the little stinky fart was relatively smooth. In a small, locked bedroom on the second floor, she heard two people arguing violently.

Little Fart doesn't understand Burmese, so she doesn't know what the two are talking about.

I wondered, "Aren't you a spirit?" A door can't get in?

The little stinky fart gave me a blank look, and said that it was not that she couldn't get in, but that there was something blocking her at the door, and she wanted to go in unless she forced her in.

It turned out that on the door of that small room, there was a human-faced spider the size of a basin. This spider is not an entity, but a half-spirit, half-physical form like a little stinky fart, apparently raised by a cultivator.

Although this human-faced spider has not yet evolved to the stage of the little stinky fart, but because of its natural sensitivity, if it hadn't been for the little stinky fart to be careful, it is estimated that it would have been discovered a long time ago, and a vicious fight would be indispensable.

And even through the door, the little stinky fart could still feel a powerful aura spreading out of that small room, and there must be a master among them. So she decided not to startle the snake first, and then retreated.

After listening to the two of them, my mind was messed up.

There are more than 20 pregnant women hiding in Tang Jue's house, which is outrageous enough. Not only that, but there were seven or eight men with guns and at least two monastics, one of whom also kept spiritual objects.

What are these people? Why did they appear at Tang Jue's house? I couldn't figure it out.

Perhaps the profession of a tour guide is just a cover for Tang Jue, and his real identity should be that of a human trafficker.

But it's a bit odd that the traffickers are mostly targeting children, and his home is full of pregnant women.