Qin Qiu was dragged away by Zhuang Rou, who was alive and well, and Yinba grabbed a raw leg of lamb that was going to be roasted and eaten at night, and followed them to nibble while walking.

Fortunately, the blood of the sheep was released earlier, and there was no blood on the leg of the lamb, although it looked very ferocious when biting, it was much better than spraying blood.

The two walked around the city, Qin Qiu only led her to the bookstore, ran several stores, and finally stopped at the door of an inconspicuous bookstore.

There was a dirty old man sitting at the door, like a beggar asking for food at the door, the only difference was that he was holding a dirty teapot the size of a fist, and he was tilting his head to drink directly at the spout of the teapot.

Qin Qiu stared at the old man and said, "It should be here, a stronghold in the Ling Pavilion." ”

"Where did you see that?" Zhuang Rou stood on the street and looked at this bookstore carefully, it was small and shabby, the location was still in the middle of nowhere, and it was not popular at all.

The whole bookstore looks very ordinary, and you can't see where there is a secret sign of the bell pavilion.

Thinking about the place where her brother sells information about officials, it is also a small bookstore, and she doesn't understand why all the people who sell intelligence have to open in the bookstore.

In fact, a pawnshop or a green house is not bad, and you can still earn some money from the shop.

Qin Qiu replied nonchalantly: "Intuitively, we usually go to take on tasks, and we also find local strongholds on our own. ”

It seems that they are afraid that these murderous fools will betray the bell court, so I don't tell them where the stronghold is.

Zhuang Rou sincerely thought that she didn't have any expectations for the killer's brain, if she had a good brain, she would not be so poor that she would be reduced to the point of being a killer and giving others her life.

Qin Qiu clasped his hands and obviously didn't want to go over, "We'll wait here, you can go over and ask to know if it's Lingge." If the other party makes a move, we can stand here and have a response. ”

Ignoring him, Zhuang Rou walked to the door of the store, looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, this is the stronghold of Lingge, I'll buy some information." ”

The old man tilted his head as if he didn't hear clearly, and asked with dizzy eyes, "Ah? I can't hear you clearly. ”

"I said this is Suzukaku's shop, I want to buy information." Zhuang Rou raised her voice and said again.

The old man's eyes lit up, "Buy sweet buns?" Okay, the sweet buns are delicious. ”

This old man who pretends to be crazy and sells stupidity!

Zhuang Rou looked back at Qin Qiu, "Your intuition is right?" ”

"That's right, that old man is a master." Qin Qiu said calmly, sure that he was not mistaken.

"That'll do." Zhuang Rou nodded, turned his head to look at the old man, at this time he still showed a mouth of yellow teeth, and happily said that he wanted to eat sweet buns.

Bang!

Zhuang Rou punched him in the face, and the two teeth fell directly to the ground, and the old man was beaten all over his face, and the nosebleed flowed directly to his mouth.

He looked at Zhuang Rou in a daze, he didn't expect it, and then suddenly shouted: "Why do you hit the old man!" Didn't your family teach you to respect the elderly! ”

"This is Suzukaku, right?" Zhuang Rou didn't answer his words, but just asked again.

The old man wiped his nosebleed with his dirty sleeves and shouted like a child: "Phew! Don't even want to know in your life, it's useless for the king of heaven to come! ”

Zhuang Rou stared at him well, suddenly snatched the teapot in the old man's hand, raised it and threatened: "Don't you say yes?" Then I'll smash it, flatten it or dissolve it. ”

"Wait!" The old man, who was still stiff just now, quickly softened, and looked at his teapot anxiously, with a lewd smile on his face, "Big sister, if you have something to say, don't do it." ”

"Yes, this is the Lingge stronghold, old man, I am the hall master of the stronghold, you can buy any information you want, do you want to return the pot to me first."

Zhuang Rou was a little skeptical of what he said, this is the hall master?

But I still threw the teapot back to him, the pot didn't look like black pottery, but in fact, it was very heavy, it was definitely made of good iron, maybe it was his martial arts