The night in Changsha City is very quiet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no trace of the turmoil hidden under the silence.

The door of the gold shop was just open, and Leng Qi leaned against the threshold and smoked a cigarette.

Hu Sanjin stood behind Leng Qi tremblingly, and the cold sweat on his head never stopped.

Moto-Mako found that she couldn't see through the person in front of her more and more.

This man doesn't seem to be afraid of anything! What confidence does he have?

For several years, he has been secretly hiding and inquiring about the news, carefully watching every move of that group of people.

But this person, like a sharpened nail, poked this layer of window paper into pieces without giving people a chance to react.

Yuan Zhenzi is a life-saving person, but the curiosity about the person in front of him has far exceeded the worry in his heart.

The biggest advantage of the silence of the night is that it can amplify other sounds, such as the footsteps of people.

Old Song came far faster than Leng Qi expected.

Tobacco sometimes doesn't taste as good as you think, on the contrary, it will make your mouth bitter and astringent.

Leng Qi coughed twice, stood up and silently stared at the figure that had not changed for three years.

Leng Qi saw Yun Yang and a few other familiar faces, but he didn't see the yellow label, which made his heart feel a little heavy.

When Leng Qi looked at Lao Song, Lao Song was also looking at the stranger in front of him suspiciously.

Although he was unwilling, Lao Song had to admit that the person in front of him did not have a shadow of the figure in his heart at all.

A person's face may change, but a person's temperament cannot be changed.

Lao Song firmly believes in this.

Years can be engraved on anyone's face, but vicissitudes can only be precipitated in the depths of a person's eyes.

Such variables made Lao Song's heart sink little by little, and his complexion became ugly.

"Where's the person I want?" Leng Qi spoke, his voice hoarse.

"You know me?" Lao Song squinted his eyes and answered the question.

"I ask you, where is the person I want?" Leng Qi also answered the question.

Lao Song suddenly grinned, and his face was cloudy: "Someone can give it to you!" But are you able to go? ”

Leng Qi was very dry, and he didn't want to say a word more.

Pinched the cigarette butt, Leng Qi started and walked towards Lao Song step by step.

Lao Song's face changed, and the ruler-long corpse nail was silently held in his hand.

The fist wind was whistling in his ears, and Lao Song raised his hand to block it, but his arm was a little sore.

Taking two steps back, Lao Song turned his hand and played a trick on the corpse nail of the town, and stabbed Leng Qi: "I'll scrap your hands first!" ”

Leng Qi, who was a very angry corpse nail, had seen it, and he snapped his fingers and made a decision.

"Dangchang~"

The corpse was nailed in front of everyone and was held in the palm of Leng Qi's palm, and Lao Song was kicked in the chest by Leng Qi, and he actually flew to the ground in the air.

Leng Qi threw the corpse nail in front of Lao Song, gritted his teeth and rushed to the people on the side: "Half a pillar of incense, I can't see Li Mengkai, I want his life!" ”

Yun Yang opened his mouth and said urgently: "The person you want is behind......"

Before the words fell, a fishy wind blew behind Leng Qi, and Leng Qi turned around. only to find that the scarlet eyebrows of Fanzhi were standing behind him, carrying a figure in his hand with tattered clothes and blood scabs.

Fan Zhi threw the person in his hand on the ground like a dead fish, spit out his scarlet tongue and smiled weirdly: "Hehe, people are here!" Are you going to die or live? ”

Li Mengkai was thrown to the ground, but he moved his chapped lips indifferently, looked at Leng Qi, the look of hope in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he closed his eyes weakly.

Li Mengkai's bare fingers were shaking, and there were even some abnormal spasms.

The ten fingers without nails are still faintly oozing blood.

Leng Qi gasped for breath, his anger making him almost unsteady: "What did you do?" ”

Fanzhi laughed arrogantly and pointed at Leng Qi: "I still think of that little Zen monk, it seems that I think too much!" ”

Leng Qi rushed to Li Mengkai with his eyes, and tears smashed into Li Mengkai's face.

Probably because the tears soaked the wound, Li Mengkai's eyelids moved, and he moaned weakly.

"I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

Leng Qi muttered, not knowing how to pick up Li Mengkai, who was covered with wounds.

A hint of anger flashed in Fan Zhi's eyes: "Did I let you touch him?" ”

"Get out!"

Leng Qimeng raised his head and stared at Fanzhi deadly.

Fanzhi looked up to the sky and laughed: "I can't help myself! Anyway, since you are in the same group as the little Taoist priest of the medical word, you can't escape! I let the little monk go, but I don't necessarily let the others go. ”

Leng Qi paused, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth: "Okay!" ”

Fan Zhi laughed weirdly twice, spread out his palm, and the scarlet blood qi gradually condensed into a string of rosaries that seemed to be substance.

The next moment, the fishy wind blew even harder.

Fan Zhi slowly volleyed cross-legged, his hands spread on his knees, the rosary turned little by little, and every time he moved, Fan Zhi chanted an extremely strange syllable from his mouth.

The sleeping city of Changsha suddenly became noisy, with dogs barking and cats crying and children crying.

Lao Song exclaimed: "Cover your ears and close your eyes!" Don't listen and don't watch! ”

But when he saw Leng Qi, there was a monstrous wave in his heart.

Leng Qi gently pinched out two yellow talismans and put them on Li Mengkai's ears, and when he raised his head, a pair of eyes were clear and terrifying.

"Still coming to this set?"

Leng Qi smiled, stood up, pinched his Dow finger with one hand, and opened his mouth as well.

The thirty-six words of the Daomen Tiangang mantra were chanted by Leng Qi one after another.

The fishy wind in the sky suddenly paused.

It was winter, but thunder sounded faintly in the night sky.

Leng Qi looked at the sky, his expression was complicated, the thirty-six character Tiangang mantra had never been used by himself, and the master had never passed it on to him, but there was no trace of jerkyness......

The thunder sounded, and somewhere in Changsha, the figure of the old man in a hurry stopped abruptly, looking at the sky as if he had a sense, two lines of turbid tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and his voice trembled:

"Ye'er, is it really you...... Are you really back......"

The thunder surged, Leng Qi's fingers clasped tightly, the thunder tore through the night, and the momentum of overcoming thorns and thorns rolled down.

The wind stops, and the Sanskrit sound stops.

Fan Zhi's face was hideous, he looked at Leng Qi in disbelief, and roared like crazy: "Who are you?" Who are you? It is impossible for such a complete thirty-six-character Tiangang mantra of the Dao Sect to appear in this world! Who are you? ”

At the same time that Fan Zhi was crazy, more than a dozen cloaked figures had already rushed over, looking at all this in front of him in the same stunned.

Before Leng Qi could speak, the half-dead middle-aged man in Hu Sanjin's gold shop who was smoked by Leng Qi pulled the door frame and shouted viciously: "He is Qiye, I don't know where the dog mongrel came from, worship the witch, kill him...... Kill him......"

One stone startled a thousand waves......