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It seems that it will become a big secret for her, and Fangfang's discovery is to accidentally open the tip of the iceberg.

"Well, there is definitely a thaumaturgy in the world that can drive a dying person to move and speak freely. In the course of his actions, this person is actually a 'dead man'. There is no doubt that modern medicine can accurately determine the time of death of a person through the laboratory tests of blood and muscle tissue. However, as long as no one comes forward to testify against a 'living dead', then the 'living dead' will continue to work until the actual death comes. "I have to be convinced of this first and foremost, and then the analysis will make sense.

In this state, the "living dead" is like a marionette, and someone must be behind it.

Mr. Mo is one of the three ghost kings, he is a "ghost", and the person who drives this ghost must also be a "ghost". I suspect that that person is Yan Fohai, that is, the thaumaturgist of the Chenzhou Zombie Gate beside Qin Gongzi.

"The Three Ghost Kings of the Garden and the Dream of the Garden" refers to the seven people of You, Garden, Surprise, Dream, Ghost, Mo, and Yan, and the first six people have all died, and only Yan Fohai is still alive. If it wasn't him to exorcise "ghosts", who else could it be?

Moreover, half an hour ago, Huo Huoyun died, Wen Peony was seriously injured, and the men and horses under the command of King Qin suffered heavy losses, and the political status of Qin Gongzi and Yan Fohai will definitely rise to the first place and become the right and left hand that King Qin relies on. Next, the real battle will start between Yan Fohai and Zhao Tianzi.

I guess that the people of Zhao Wanghui will chase and kill Wen Peony and Huoyun, and Qin Wanghui will definitely not sit idly by, and there will definitely be more fierce counterattack methods to set off another big storm in Jinan City.

When the dish came, the driver and bodyguards picked up their chopsticks and ate with relish.

These people are accustomed to eating the "big meal" concocted by the monosodium glutamate seasoning in the big restaurants in the city, and now they eat the mountain food wild mushroom, which is very fresh, and they can't stop the chopsticks in their hands.

"Mr. Xia, let's eat first, only when you are full will you have the strength to work. The driver said.

I sat facing the door, carefully guessing the identity of everyone who entered and exited the restaurant, not daring to be careless.

"Eat, I'm not hungry. I said.

"Eat, eat, eat, everyone eat more, eat enough, and work well with Mr. Xia......" The driver was very active and warmly beckoned others to eat.

I tried to think back to the looks and clothes of the four people who took Fangfang, and then compared the people in the off-road vehicle that had just passed.

The clothes they wear are different, but their physiognomy is close. The dirt bike's windows were covered with dark sun film, so I couldn't see what was going on in the back seat. It stands to reason that Fangfang must have been with them, either in the back seat, or stuffed in the trunk.

I'm sure they must have recognized me, so if nothing happens, they'll get it back.

For these people, Fang Fang is worthless, just a tool in Mrs. Han's hands.

I kept my face to the door, ignoring the others, and somehow, the driver and bodyguards suddenly put down their chopsticks, lay forward, and slept on the table. I didn't move, whether the dish was poisoned or sweated, it proved that the enemy had appeared, and it was against us. This also proves that my estimate is completely correct.

A man swaggered out of the back kitchen, walked straight across from me, dragged a chair, slammed it five steps in front of me, and sat down with a stab.

"We are also old acquaintances, we have met at the nursery station, and we have just passed by. You can find it here? Admire, admire. He said.

I shook my head: "Needless to say, bring my people out, then give them the antidote and escort them back to Mrs. Han's villa." ”

"Who do you think you are? He sneered.

"Are you from the Zhao Wanghui, or are you from the Qin Wanghui?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

I calmly replied: "This is very important, because the purpose of the Zhao Wang Society and the Qin Wang Society are different, and the means of action are also different, so I have to treat them differently." It doesn't matter what you say, it's better to do what I say honestly, or you'll be in big trouble. ”

This person is just a small minion fighting on the front line, and all the action steps are arranged from above. So it's pointless to talk nonsense with him.

He still wanted to argue, so I added: "Go and call for instructions, don't bother talking." ”

His face flushed, he stood up, and walked back to the kitchen.

Since ancient times, those who work hard govern people, and those who work hard govern people. He just works, and he has to ask for instructions and report on all major and small things, otherwise, if he looks at the scenery today, he will be exposed to the wilderness tomorrow. I ignored the drivers and bodyguards, they only have life experience, no experience in the rivers and lakes, and it is normal for them to be calculated by others. When a master walks the rivers and lakes, he must follow the principle of eating less and knowing more. It is an unchanging truth that at all times, illness enters from the mouth and misfortune comes out of the mouth.

No one came in at the door, all the cars parked outside the door drove away, and occasionally passing cars wanted to stop for dinner, but they were also blocked on the side of the road and persuaded to leave. I knew that the restaurant had been under enemy control for at least a few hours.

The man came back and handed me the phone.

I didn't ask him, I put the phone to my ear and listened. A deep and lonely voice came from the earpiece: "Is it Mr. Xia? How offended. But they are still very obedient, and he will do whatever I say. Therefore, if they do something wrong, the account will be recorded on me, please forgive Mr. Xia. Madame Han's men are useless to me, don't worry, soon they will be sent to the villa, safe and sound. Now, if you want, you can see me right away. The world is so big, two people are destined to meet each other, which is also a great fate. To commemorate this encounter, I have prepared a bottle of good wine for you to enjoy. ”

I listened quietly, never speaking, and only then did I reply briefly with a good word.

The phone hung up, and only three seconds later, an extra-long van pulled up on the side of the road in front of the restaurant.

Without hesitation, I stood up and, without waiting for the man's introduction, strode out the door. The door of the wagon slowly opened, and a delicate little iron ladder was lowered, and I hurried up to the car and into the car.

The door closes, and a ceiling light comes on in the carriage. It has been transformed into an exquisite sitting room, flanked by large massage sofas and with a mahogany tea table in the middle. There was no tea on the tea table, but there was a bottle of French wine and two wine glasses. Inside, there are desks, chairs, and bookshelves.

A man is sitting at his desk, looking down at a book. It was clear that he was putting on a show. When the guest arrived, he didn't even look up, just to put a kind of pressure on me.

I didn't wait for him to say hello and sat down on the couch. The car shook slightly, and it should have started up and sped along the road.

"Mr. Xia, what do you think of the Three Ghost Kings of the Garden Dream?" he asked softly without looking up.

His voice was nice, with a faint lazy aura. Judging from his voice alone, he doesn't look like a Jianghu person, but more like a Confucian who reads poetry and books.

I didn't get angry, and replied in a low voice: "The seven people are all seniors in the thaumaturgical world, and it is not my turn to judge. If Your Excellency really wants to hear opinions, I can only say that the field of thaumaturgy is endless, and they represent the success of the past generation, but not the thaumaturgists of today. As a great philosopher in the capital said, knowledge will also become obsolete, and if the knowledge in a person's head cannot be updated from time to time, this person will also become obsolete. No matter which line of business you are in, the truth is the same. ”

"If they all die, is it a loss for the thaumaturgical world?"

I shook my head: "Everyone dies, whether it's a loss or not, six of the seven masters have died, and only one of them remains." ”

"Hehehehe!" he laughed. Repeating my words, "Only one of the six is dead?"

I don't argue with it, because everyone is in a different angle and position, and they definitely have different views on the same thing.

"Mr. Xia, you still trust your eyes and ears too much. It is important to know that any image and sound can be faked, and anyone's vision and hearing can be blinded. This is known as a blind spot in bionics. Someone tells you that so-and-so is dead, or if you see so-and-so's tombstone, does that mean he's dead, and if he were to stand in front of you alive one day, would you still believe the rumors and the tombstone?" What he meant was just to say that among the three ghost kings of the garden dream, in addition to Yan Buddha Hai, there are still people alive.

"Your Excellency, don't go around in circles, or rather, don't let this car go around in circles. Resources are limited, time is precious, tell me, what exactly do you want me to do?" I asked.

He finally looked up, put down his book, and tapped his toes to the ground, and the swivel chair beneath him slid briskly towards me. His facial features are very well-proportioned, his skin is fair and clean, and he has a slight smile on his face.

"I want you to be my friend. He said. Judging by his appearance and temperament, he looks quite like a respected university professor.

"It feels very comfortable to deal with such people, like a spring breeze. It's my pleasure. I responded immediately.

He laughed again: "Hehehehe, Mr. Xia is too modest, I also deeply sympathize, and it is also my honor to be friends with Mr. Xia." ”

He stretched out his hand to me, his fingers slender and each nail neatly trimmed like a pianist's hand.

I shook hands with him, and although I was still wary, the hostility in my heart had disappeared a lot.

"Mr. Xia. My surname is Mo. He introduced himself.

I didn't need much explanation at all, I could relate to it from the tone of his voice and the words he used to refer to Mr. Mo in the villa. It turned out that the person in front of him was the real Mr. Mo, that is, the person who ranked sixth among the three ghost kings of the Garden Dream. As for the one who was treated as a guest by Mrs. Han in the villa, he was Mr. Mo's puppet.

"Fortunately, Mr. Mo. I said.

"You are very calm, Tarzan collapses and does not change color, which is what it takes to become a big man. He laughs. Then bend down and pick up the bottle and pour it.

"Just on the phone, I said that I would invite you to drink, of course you can't break your promise. In many cases, people need to keep their promises, otherwise they have no intention or intention, how can they stand on the rivers and lakes?"

I nodded my head quietly in thanks, and quickly calculated in my mind: "Does Mrs. Han know that Mr. Mo is just a puppet? With Mrs. Han's shrewd mind, she will not distinguish between truth and falsehood, and take radish as ginseng." However, Fang Fang was abducted and Hong Ye was shot, what does this mean? What is the relationship between Mrs. Han and Mr. Mo?"

"Drink bar, don't overthink it. There is wine today and drunk today, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. He said. We toasted each other and drank half a glass each.

"Good wine. I blurted out admiration.

The real good wine in the world should be known as soon as you enter it, and even people who don't know how to drink can feel it.

"Thank you, there are fewer glasses of wine for a thousand soulmates, and good wine must be shared with a confidant in order to taste good. Mr. Xia, I'll make a long story short, no more going around in circles. I know that Mr. Xia has read a lot of history and knows a lot of allusions, so now is the era when the King of Qin lost his deer, and the King of Qin lost his deer, and the world chased him. Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, and Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, both fought for the Central Plains. One says that the husband should be like this, and the other says that he can take his place? Mr. Xia, what would you do if you saw the deer that King Qin had lost?" His words were really sharp, and his eyes were sharper, like two awls, straight on his face.

I met his gaze and smiled slightly: "Mr. Mo, please forgive me." I didn't see the deer, and now is not the day to chase the deer. China in the 21st century is harmonious, prosperous, and peaceful, with all walks of life thriving, and ordinary people living and working in peace and contentment. If you say such a rebellious thing, if you put it in the feudal era, you will be beheaded or the car will be cracked. ”

He was stunned for a moment, and finally laughed and looked up to drink.