It's windy again, and the rain is still entangled, as if she is a new daughter-in-law who has just passed the door, but although she is annoyed, she can only be helplessly depressed. The clothes of Wei Fei, Chen Feng and Shen Lang, who had not yet dried, quickly clinged to their bodies again. Qiu Yu was really sad, but among the three, only Chen Feng and Wei Fei frowned, and as for Shen Lang, he still didn't wake up. But under Wei Fei's intentional support, his hands unconsciously formed a protective trick on his chest.

"What is the secret of the Cross-Strait Bureau?" Chen Feng's voice was a little faint, as the heir of the Qimen, he rarely had such an indefinite performance, and looked at Wei Fei suspiciously, "Why does Shen Lang have such a great influence on you?" Mood is important, but even if you are worried about Shen Lang, you have enough wisdom, which can be traced and predicted, but it is obvious that the most critical part of the image is missing. What did the two warlocks that Shen and Shen encountered fall to the ground and say to them? It can make them give up the honor of the palace test, not to mention that the scholar surnamed Zhang still carries the expectations of the ancestral hall. ”

Wei Fei didn't speak, he didn't know why this happened, it was impossible to put it in the past, with the power of blood wishes, he could psychically track it out, but at this time, it was as if he was buying a pirated disc, and suddenly jumped at the key point. "Shen Lang, this kid......" Wei Fei groaned, "Crazy, it seems that something is wrong. I know that in terms of my realm, it should almost be fruitful, although it is heavy on sex and light on life, but when the level is reached, the body is not much worse......"

Speaking of this, Wei Fei's body suddenly twisted, his lower body did not move, but his upper body seemed to be broken, and he circled one hundred and eighty degrees, "Hehe, the mental method of Qimen, when meditating, it never sits again, it doesn't matter if it is scattered, single, or double, but the Taoist practice, if you want to enter the concentration, it is all double-plate." So when it comes to fate, my body can still match the state of mind. ”

Chen Feng glanced at Shen Lang, who was standing still, and knew that what Wei Fei said was right, although he was very knowledgeable, but on this basis alone, he was not as good as Wei Fei, after all, Wei Fei had really entered the realm of spiritual wisdom, but his insight was still unmatched, and he thought for a while, "You mean that under normal circumstances, Shen Lang will never be able to affect you, but now that you can't play normally, then ......"

Wei Fei nodded, "According to common sense, Wenfeng Town is also the cross-strait bureau, so I'm afraid that this kid Shen Lang will have something to do with the cross-strait bureau." ”

But a layout that has affected the course of history, and it is also a feng shui theory, what is the inevitable connection with Shen Lang, a boy who is less than twenty years old? The bureau is in Wenfeng Town, and Shen Lang is also a child of Wenfeng Town, but what does this mean? After all, the cross-strait bureau has existed for nearly a thousand years, so the original intention of the cross-strait bureau layout has nothing to do with Shen Lang. Either they are the people who lay out the layout, or they are the people who are caught in the situation, whether it is Shen Lang or other generations of Wenfeng Town people, the role they play in the cross-strait situation is secondary.

"Maybe there is another possibility...... Wei Fei's heart was relieved when he was shaken, and at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows beside him, a black gas immediately erupted, covering Shen Lang's face in an instant. Wei Fei frowned, but he was just the eighth king of the Yin Soul Sect, and at this moment, he only had to think about it.

"Xuanwu Escape's Xie Liu!" The tacit understanding between the two, or under the same inheritance of the Qimen system, Chen Feng immediately picked up Wei Fei's thinking, "Xie Liushi's Lingbaomen, the Venerable of Feng Shui, is extremely talented, but he was unexpectedly removed by the head Xie Ganming for no reason, and under the grief and indignation, the Xuanwu Hanging Head Game of the Seven Stars Leading the Way was laid in the newly opened alley, but we didn't realize that whether Xie Liu or that Xuanwu Bureau, they were actually just a chess piece of the Lingbaomen. ”

Wei Fei's eyes flickered, and the aura of the Eight Kings of the Yin Soul, which was intended to take advantage of this, was forced back into Shen Lang's body, "I was just thinking, maybe Shen Lang and Zhang Tongzu are both the fulcrum of the five elements in the cross-strait bureau, and they are a very important part, if that's the case......"

Speaking of this, he paused suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't care about Shen Lang for a moment, his eyes met with Chen Feng, and the two of them shouted in unison, "I see, the secret of the cross-strait situation is actually here......

At the same moment, the girl Siyue was slowly walking in the shadow of a row of high walls, she lowered her head and pursed her lips, her face was still pale, as if she was walking forward unconsciously, but when she raised her head by chance, there was a trace of cold light in the eyes hidden under the long hair. The gloomy and cold momentum makes the empty long street even darker.

However, after turning a street corner, the girl Siyue suddenly sat down with her knees weak, and the cold sweat on her forehead made her bangs stick to her cheeks. Dangerous! And it's dangerous! Only Siyue herself knew how dangerous it was just now. Someone was following her, and with an unabashed murderous aura.

The pressure she is under is unimaginable to outsiders, and no matter what she knows or goes through, she can only face it alone, and no one can listen to her catharsis. But the weight didn't crush her. But it aroused a kind of perseverance in her heart.

In fact, for Si Yue, the death of his brother Zhang Tongzu, and the guilt of the two ancestors in the town, are nothing. After all, she grew up in Wenfeng Town, she was expelled from the house by her biological parents, and Wenfeng Town is even the inferior root of human nature, she has a deep understanding.

What Siyue cares about is that, according to the clues she has, the hidden inside story of her younger brother Zhang Tongzu's death seems to be beyond her knowledge. Just as she said when she broke into the home of Shen Zhifei, the patriarch of the East Ancestral Hall, regardless of the taboo of the four anti-Japanese days, in the ancestral hall of the West Ancestral Hall, Zhang Tongzu's body was not in the mourning hall of the West Ancestral Hall.

This discovery made Si Yue faintly aware that the turmoil in Wenfeng Town was no longer within her control

Inside. Zhang Tongzu's death, the chaos in Wenfeng Town, the current everything, Siyue knew what she was doing, and it still played a certain role in promoting it, but now, she was suddenly confused, she couldn't judge her right or wrong, so what to do next, the girl Siyue leaned against the wall, there was a shade behind her, but her heart was chaotic.

I don't know how long it took, Siyue gradually calmed down, she raised her head only to find that her eyes were a little moist, and there was a drop of water on her eyelashes, which hung like that, and then slowly dripped down. With a pale face and a blood-colored hand, Si Yue leaned against the wall and slowly got up, "Tongzu is still alive!" This thought seemed to be enchanted, and it rose wildly in Siyue's heart. She leaned against the wall with one hand and her chest with the other, so strange and resolute.