The old man's words were very earnest.

After hearing this, I immediately dispelled the thoughts in my heart.

I'm carrying two big black cauldrons on my back now, and I'm really unlucky.

At least wait for me to broadcast live a few times, twist the yin virtue on my body, and then consider the matter of apprenticeship.

After the old man rejected me, he was a little reluctant to go.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh:

"Apprenticeship is not possible.

But here, I have a spell that works well for you. ”

After talking about the fart from the tricycle. Under the cushion, he pulled out a crumpled book of thread knitting.

"What is this?"

I try not to think about it, this thing is pressed by Liu Banxian every day. At the bottom of the thigh, I took a look and found that the book didn't even have a cover.

From the first page, there are rows of small vertical seals, which are very dense.

"It's called The Evil King's Mantra, and it's a very interesting way.

But it's not orthodox, so it doesn't hurt to give it to you.

It's an offensive spell that's powerful and easy to pick up.

You kid don't have to worry about not being able to learn this kind of understanding.

But there is a slight drawback to this spell......

That is, after use, Yin virtue will be deducted.

The lower the yin virtue, the more yin virtue will be deducted when using such a spell.

But in the same way, the lower the Yin Virtue, the more powerful the spell will be.

Your kid is ridiculously low now, I don't think I can see your projection in the mirror.

It's like a living dead.

In your hands, this Dao method should be able to exert the greatest effect. ”

I have a black line, what kind of Taoism is this, and there is actually a saying about deducting yin virtue when you use it.

But I'm not picky, I take it in a hurry.

One more magical power, and on the way to the expedition, there will be one more chance to live.

Anyway, my yin virtue is low enough now, and I don't have a lot of debts, so I'm not afraid of deducting it.

After chatting with the old man for a while, he came to the stall with a female college student who was married.

I looked at the sky, it was slightly dark, there was still something to do tonight, I said hello to Liu Banxian, and was ready to leave.

"Wait."

The old man saw that I was leaving, gritted his teeth, and actually farted from the tricycle again. Under the cushion, he took out a small jade bottle the thickness of his fingers and handed it to me.

"It's a tear here.

When you kid was exploring, you always drilled into the dark and rumbling nights.

This thing should be usable. ”

"Tears?"

I opened the cork of the jade bottle, put it under my nose and sniffed it gently, and sure enough, it was a breath of tears.

I looked at the old man's eyes, and suddenly became abnormal.

When the old man watched the live broadcast a few days ago, he found that I had tears and gave me a wild spray.

To say this kind of thing, you must love each other emotionally, and then ruthlessly abandon it, collect the first drop of broken tears that fall when the other party is separated, and combine it with other bright and refreshing things to brew half a drop.

From this, I am a scumbag who plays with the feelings of girls.

I didn't expect the old man to be a good bird himself, and his bottle of stock was close to ten drops, which was more than what I exchanged from the mall.

How many infatuated aunts' hearts do you have to play with?

"What do you want?"

Liu Banxian suddenly became angry: "Why don't you look at me?"

Master Dao, I help people calculate marriage, and most of them are innocent girls who are played around.

That's how the tears come from, you see. ”

As he spoke to me, he put his hand on the hand of the female college student who came to tell the fortune.

This girl graduated from her senior year this year, and she wanted Liu Banxian to help her calculate whether she and her boyfriend's eight characters matched.

This is used to decide whether to prioritize or develop a job in the future.

Liu Banxian wanted to come to the girl and the object, muttered for a long time, and slapped his thigh:

"It's finished."

The girl's eyes lit up: "Can I do it with my boyfriend?" ”

"Not really."

Liu Banxian stroked his beard:

"I mean, I'm done.

You can go to a hotel near your university and check your boyfriend's recent room opening history.

Your luck has been declining lately, and your love for the palace has declined; And your boyfriend is destined to give birth to peach blossoms, and he is beaming.

He should have cheated on you many times behind your back. ”

The female college student covered her face and ran away crying bitterly.

Didn't even give fortune-telling money.

But Liu Banxian doesn't care about this little money.

I can see it very clearly.

When the girl shed her first tears, the old man sneaked up and took it with a wine glass.

He shook his glass at me, "Got it, kid?"

That's how tears come about.

Master Dao, I'm a serious person. ”

I have a black line, Liu Banxian's fortune-telling style, can live under the overpass for so many years, it can be regarded as capable.

Seeing that the old man had a new guest, I said hello to him and left first.

said that if he didn't die after the next live broadcast, he would come to him for a drink.

The old man turned around and didn't look at me, but his body was obviously stiff, and he obviously still had some feelings for me, a cheap apprentice.

After leaving the flyover, I didn't go to the hospital again, and after calling Sister Zhao and asking her to stay in the ward at night to take care of Qin Yu, I returned to the office.

Using a landline, I made a phone call.

The phone was not answered.

When the sound rang 11th, I hung up.

Then wait quietly.

After a minute, the phone rang.

I got on the phone.

"What information do you want?"

The young man's languid voice came.

"Help me inquire about a person named Wang Yan."

I opened the door and saw the window.

"Only the name?

Any other clues? ”

The voice on the other end asked.

"He is married, and his wife's name is Lu Manman."

Doodoo ......

The phone hangs up.

I lay in the boss's chair with my head in my hands, thinking about my thoughts.

The person I talk to is called a mouse.

It's my former cellmate in prison.

He is weak-looking, wears a pair of glasses, and doesn't like to talk much.

is usually bullied, but he also admits it.

I usually can, try to help him.

The relationship isn't particularly good.

Until one day, several prisoners with their faces covered sneaked into the cell where we were in the dark.

After priing open the door, he went straight to the mouse with a razor blade between his fingers, and was about to cut his throat.

The rat is as thin as a noodle, and he is instantly subdued, and he is about to die.

When I sleep, the slightest disturbance wakes me up.

So when they got the hang of it, I sensed something was wrong.

When they came in, they jumped out of bed and tore them apart.

The rat was protected by me, and these people couldn't attack for a long time, and they were afraid that they would be discovered by the prison guards, so they had to slip away with a disgraced face.

I didn't expect that the low-key rats on weekdays also have enemies.

I glanced at the frightened mouse.

But I didn't ask, after all, everyone in prison has their own little secrets.

After this incident, the relationship between the two of us became much closer.

The mouse thanked me and gave me this phone number.

and when dialing, the nervous bell rings eleven times.

He told me that if there was something in Nandu that he wanted to investigate, he could make this call.

The rat was soon released from prison.

That night, there were three inmates in the prison who died mysteriously from food poisoning.

Exactly the same number of people who infiltrated our room that night to assassinate rats.

I don't know if it's a coincidence.

The first thing I did after I got out of prison was to look for Dengying Alley.

But after many days of searching, there was no result.

That's when I thought of rats.

After calling him, he told me that he knew about the news of Dengying Hutong.

He had heard about it from an informant who had been in a casino not long ago.

I was overjoyed and hoped that he would arrange for me to meet with the informant.

The mouse agreed.

But he called the next day and told me apologetically that the informant was missing.

This is the only time I've heard the news of Dengying Hutong from someone else.

Like the shadow of a lamp, fleeting.

Since then, I have also asked him about some things.

The results were beyond my imagination.

In the entire southern capital, there is almost nothing he doesn't know.

From collection to sorting, the professionalism is outrageous.

The sources and access to some of the information have subverted my imagination.

I suspect that there is a very large office behind him, or an underground intelligence agency.

He alone would never be able to build such a massive and dense information network.

About three hours passed.

The phone rings.

When it rang for the ninth time, the phone hung up.

Pregnant.

I was overjoyed.

Knowing what happened tonight, it can be regarded as having a fall.