Wengen is in charge of finding out the whereabouts of the owner of the liberation shoes.

The amount of such liberation shoes is not large, and it is generally distributed according to the number reported. After comparing and after many inquiries, the owner of this liberation shoe was found.

Liu Wengen got the news that the master was hacked, and there were many reasons why he was hacked. Some people say that it was because the master had an upright personality and accidentally offended someone who shouldn't be offended, so he was hacked.

But Liu Wengen said that he was not a fool, why did the master suffer in Menling Village when he was hacked? Why are the people who were still beaten thrown down when they were taken to the county seat? Isn't this the place where there are three hundred taels of silver? It was clear that he was attacked by a group of unknown people, and he was warned on the spot not to interfere in the Menling Village incident.

The current situation is chaotic, who is more powerful and who is making trouble, who has real power, and the Zhiqing family knows that they have been hacked, so they can only swallow their anger. I'm afraid that if I make a big deal out of it, provoke the opponent hidden in the shadows, and then add some trumped-up charges to you, then I really can't eat and walk away.

Wen Gen learned from his master that after their search in many ways, Zhong Kui's whereabouts were still unknown, and he became very anxious.

Zhiqing is just a skin injury, as I said before. These people only warned him about his involvement in Menling Village, and did not feel at ease that he would be killed. For skin trauma, you can just apply some red potions, anti-inflammatory drugs, etc., and you can move around freely at will.

Zhiqing learned the whereabouts of the liberation shoe from Liu Wengen's mouth, and suddenly felt a little incredulous. If it was really the owner of this shoe, who killed Xia Laohan, why did he take so many tortuous routes and not directly find a chance to kill him?

That being said, the shoes are indeed his. For the sake of prudence, Zhiqing decided to personally visit the armed forces minister with Liu Wengen.

Zhiqing and Liu Wengen rushed to the county seat on the first bus, and the county seat was still in a haze. There were few people walking on the streets, and occasionally I saw one or two people who got up early, all of them were picking up garbage and sanitation workers sweeping the floor.

These early risers all wore masks that were so wide that they covered their entire faces, leaving only a pair of eyes that turned around and could peek into the world.

In Zhiqing's eyes, there is no such thing as the hot shops seen in big cities, and the bustling shoppers crowding in front of the shops to buy items. I didn't see the enthusiastic and damp face that human beings are accustomed to.

I only saw those big-character posters flying in the wind. Big-character posters are generally written with a thick brush dipped in ink, and the horizontal and vertical writing is so sloppy that it cannot be classified.

With a sigh, Zhiqing's gaze once again fell on the not-so-wide street, and all he could see was a cold and solemn feeling except for the cool breeze floating back and forth.

Zhiqing thought to himself, if all this was not in this era. Then the scene here is by no means as deserted as it is now, it should be a different scene...... The old man who walked early carried the birdcage in his hand, followed by the old women, and walked comfortably to the cultural square. Dancing old arms and legs, swallowing and spitting in an orderly manner, playing Tai Chi slowly.

"Master, are you hungry? Why don't I buy it and come early? Liu Wengen looked at the master's gaze and looked at a few sneaky villagers in the distance, looking around with eggs in their hands.

Zhiqing knew that these villagers were risking the world's condemnation to secretly find the owner of the eggs. If they do this, if they accidentally catch the activists, they will be beaten and fined, and in serious cases, they will be sent to confinement......

"No, let's go!" Zhiqing retracted his gaze and beckoned Wengen to leave the place.

Zhiqing and Liu Wengen followed the address given by Zhong Hansheng before and looked for them all the way.

The streets of the county town are potholed, and they look like mountain paths. The only difference between it and the mountain roads is that the streets are lined with the same planks rather than woods or the like.

The ancient, waxy yellow and still solid wooden doors stand neatly one by one, like thin puppets, blinking their eyes in silence, enduring the baptism of the vicissitudes of life.

Zhiqing knew that these one-foot-wide wooden doors, although they were rough and not particularly elaborately carved, were very thick and durable. Behind the wooden door is a comfortable nest for a family of all ages.

The street is also paved with bluestone slabs, which are high and low, and only then will there be unevenness. Zhiqing and Liu Wengen turned around a few times, and only then did an old building complex appear in front of them, which seemed to have been forgotten by the noise, which was a low-rise bungalow building.

Zhong Hansheng's home is on the side of the buildings, an even more lonely bungalow. It is said that it is a bungalow, but in fact, it is a wooden house that is too low to be low, but a wooden board house with a wooden plank as a frame.

Zhiqing knocked on the door politely, and the voice shouted "Tuk Tuk", "Old Zhong, Old Zhong ......"

Zhong Hansheng was still asleep, and in the dream he got married again. What the bride looked like, he hadn't had time to see clearly. The bride seemed to be avoiding him, and every time she reached out to lift the hijab to take a look, she was like a cat, cleverly dodging it.

The more the bride is like this, the more anxious Zhong Hansheng is like a fire in the room. He was full of panic and discomfort from being scratched by the cat's paws, and he laughed out loud when he looked at the petite body of the bride, no longer the thick and fat yellow-faced woman she used to be.

Zhong Hansheng, who laughed out loud, woke up, and he didn't know if it was the shouting outside the door that disturbed his good dream, or whether he was awakened by the laughter. Anyway, when he woke up, he smelled something wrong in the space.

Pushing his wife, who was sleeping like a dead pig next to him, he couldn't push it, but his fingertips touched a touch of coldness without breath.

'Buzz! Zhong Hansheng's brain went blank in an instant, and he was suddenly stunned, how could his wife die? And he died so hideously. The mouth spits out a purple and black tongue, and it looks like a red eye. Seeing that he was frightened, he hurriedly looked away, and when he looked away, a purple black pinch mark on his wife's neck melted into his frightened sight.

Nightmare? No! It's clear that it's all daylight. Be...... Zhong Hansheng suddenly remembered what happened last night......

He had no feelings for his wife, and he looked at his wife who didn't move calmly. After listening to the rapid knock on the door, he deliberately said, "Who! I haven't gotten up yet, I'll see you later. ”

Zhong Hansheng wrapped his wife in a quilt, put her body in a sleeping position, and then dressed unhurriedly, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door by the way.

When Zhong Hansheng saw Zhiqing, his expression was slightly stunned, and he immediately returned to normalcy later, and after laughing loudly as always, he shook hands and greeted him.

Zhiqing and them, led by Zhong Hansheng, entered his living room. It is said to be a living room, but in fact it is a simple hall, and many portraits of great people are posted on the walls of the living room.

The great man in the portrait is always that amiable demeanor, and there is an incomparable majestic momentum hidden in the demeanor, as well as a shocking condensation of divine power.

"You're looking for me?" Zhong Hansheng said tentatively, and a pair of shrewd eyes stared at Zhiqing and asked.