"Situ Qing!"

As soon as the name was pronounced, Situ Qing had already walked to the staircase.

"Interesting!"

I put away my card and business card and chased after it.

When I came downstairs, I saw Chu Siyu and Huang Feng sitting on one side, looking at each other with a little embarrassment, or rather, it was more appropriate for Chu Siyu to look at Huang Feng like a thief.

"Lao Huang, this time, I owe you a favor!"

Situ Qing broke the awkward atmosphere and turned back to me and said, "Let's go!" ”

After speaking, he didn't give me a chance to talk to Huang Feng, leaving us with a sassy back.

"Situ Qing, what is the source?"

Looking at the Bentley that started up outside the door, I looked at Huang Feng and asked.

"It's hard for me to say, when she wants to tell you, she will naturally tell you!"

Huang Feng's expression was unnatural, and he obviously didn't want to say too much.

The atmosphere was awkward again, but I noticed that when Situ Qing said that he owed Huang Feng a favor, the expression on his face was as if he had eaten stool, which was a bit wrong.

However, I didn't delve into it, but said directly to Huang Feng: "There may be a dragon soul under the East Gate Village!" ”

The matter of Dongmen Village cannot be revealed like this.

I can afford to wait, Wanting can't wait, and the child in her belly can't wait.

Gong Fengnian cast a soul spell on Wanting, and as soon as the March period arrived, it would be difficult to stop it.

"Dragon Soul?"

Huang Feng chuckled, shook his head and said, "Impossible!" ”

"Impossible?"

I snorted and recounted my experience in Dongmen Village.

"No, no!"

Huang Feng stood up suddenly, circled the ground twice, and said as he walked around: "This is wrong, this is not right!" ”

After going around twice, he said to me, "Give me three days, and I will definitely find out about Dongmen Village!" ”

With that, he turned to leave.

Huang Feng's performance didn't look like acting, he didn't seem to know anything about Dongmen Village.

Chu Siyu walked up to me, looked at Huang Feng's departing back, and said softly: "Grandpa said, there is something wrong with this person!" ”

"Questions?"

I was a little surprised and asked, "What's the problem?" ”

"I don't know, grandpa didn't say it!"

Chu Siyu shook his head, took out a notebook, handed it to me, and said, "This is the note left by grandpa, you can read it yourself!" ”

I took the note, rubbed the cover twice, and opened it.

When I saw the familiar notes above, my eyes immediately turned red, but the more I looked at it, the more surprised I became.

Grandpa made a statistic of the various yin professions that I have told me over the years, the most familiar ones are the four small yin doors - executioner, servant, paper-tying, and second leatherman.

Those who are partial to the door are such as jade raisers, snake charmers, coffin painters, and credit knife people.

There are also some familiar ones, such as those who go out of the horse, those who are psychic, and those who fall into the shadow.

Various professions, divided into categories.

If grandpa is familiar with it, write more, and if you are not familiar with it, you will briefly introduce it.

In addition to these, there are also records of some evil arts, such as head lowering and Gu.

The more I flipped back, the more uncomfortable I became, and I could see that my grandfather had been preparing this notebook for a long time.

When I turned the page and saw the information about Ben Thanh and the date of payment below, I burst into tears.

Ever since I came to Ben Thanh to attend university, my grandfather has been preparing silently.

Grandpa seems to have known that he was going to die, and over the years, he has traveled back and forth to Bencheng many times, and each time he has not informed me.

Grandpa's purpose in Ben Cheng is very simple, to explore the various evil places near Ben Cheng.

Among them, the news of Dongmen Village is impressively listed.

In addition to Dongmen Village, Dongshan Reservoir, Hutou Mountain and several other places, it is marked red with a pen.

My eyes blurred with tears, and I seemed to see my grandfather risking his life to explore evil places.

I sniffed and continued to look down.

In addition to these evil places, Grandpa also recorded the contact information of some friends, and after each friend, there were notes, some marked as friends of life and death, and some marked as general friends.

Seeing this, I already understood that as early as four years ago, when I came to Ben Thanh to go to university, my grandfather was already preparing for the future.

In other words, grandpa counted his own death.

It's a pity that there is no mention of who is the murderer of the grandfather who killed him, and the grandfather doesn't seem to want me to avenge him.

The strange thing is also this, if grandpa doesn't want me to avenge him, why don't you say it.

If you want me to avenge him, why don't you give me a clue.

This approach is quite contradictory.

To my surprise, I saw Situ Qing's name on this notebook.

For Situ Qing, the grandfather's annotation is very simple, just one sentence: the only daughter of the chairman of Fujiang Group, a strange woman.

There is no introduction other than this, but that's enough.

Fujiang Group is the largest private enterprise in our Bincheng and even in our province.

If I'm not mistaken, the chairman of the Fujiang Group is not surnamed Situ.

"Could it be that it is with my mother's surname?"

I muttered and continued to look down.

In addition to Situ Qing, Huang Feng is also on it.

For Huang Feng's introduction, there is also not much, it is also a sentence: the northern feng shui heir, deeply cultivated in Bincheng for 20 years, is both evil and righteous, the purpose is unknown, if you want to intersect, you must be careful and careful.

Seeing this, I frowned, grandpa seemed to have known for a long time that I had an intersection with Hui Huangfeng.

In addition to these two, there were several other people's names on it, and I glanced briefly at them and continued to look back.

When I turned to the last page, the first thing that caught the brunt was a sentence: Little San, treat Siyu well, she is a good girl!