Chapter 42: The Silver Hammer Boy I
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"Yue Fei's eldest son," Wang Mingyu had a contemplative expression: "Yue Yun, who is known as the 'Silver Hammer Prince'." ā
"I know!" Chen Mao was interested when he heard this, and began to dance with his hands: "Young general, with infinite strength, is good at using a pair of plum blossom bright silver hammers, but it is a pity that he was killed in the Storm Pavilion with Yue Fei at a young age." ā
"He's gone?" Wang Mingyu didn't seem to be able to understand Deng Chen's words: "I don't understand, is it to be reincarnated or to be destroyed?"
"Not at all," Deng Chen shook his head: "If he is reincarnated, there will definitely be relevant records in the underworld, as for the destruction of the gods, I haven't found anyone or monsters who can beat him in Hangzhou." ā
"Is it that powerful?" Xue Ling didn't seem to believe it, "Is it possible to die with your guardian?"
"These are the two places I didn't figure out, beauty," Deng Chen quickly threw a wink at Xue Ling, and returned to a serious expression: "First, as the Earth Binding Spirit of the Storm Pavilion, although he has not had a thorough understanding in the past thousand years, he has always been honest and responsible, and most of the time it is almost like falling asleep, so he will attack my guardian, I am very strange; ā
"And you said he was gone," Wang Mingyu clipped his hand, and the four of them just stood on the street and chatted: "It stands to reason that the Earth Binding Spirit will not leave this place, right, how can you say that you will just leave?"
"So I suspect that the 'ritual' is the ghost," Deng Chen took out another cigarette and lit it himself: "The Earth Binding Spirit stays in the same place because of a strong 'thought', but if the mind is changed, or if it receives a bewitchment or something, it is possible to leave." ā
"So you suspect it's the Soul Eater?"
"That's right, but my Guardians have been killed, so I've petitioned the Inquisitor for help. ā
"So you called me here," Wang Mingyu looked at Deng Chen with a wry smile: "But I can't see that you are a little anxious about this matter, and the mahjong is very happy." ā
"That's the appearance," Deng Chen raised his eyebrows and made a grimace: "In my heart, I am concerned about work and the underworld, by the way, have you asked Zhuge Liang to help this time, I estimate that I will surrender this Yue Yun first, if there is Zhuge Liang, it will be much easier." ā
"He's back to be a guardian," Wang Mingyu shrugged with a wry smile: "Don't you know yet?"
"What?" Deng Chen's mouth opened, and the cigarette fell to the ground: "If he doesn't come, then what's the use of you coming, won't this Pu Songling pit me?"
"First of all," Wang Mingyu stretched out his hand to stop Chen Mao, who was about to step forward to reason with Deng Chen: "Should I thank you for being so confident in the strength of our team, and secondly, it's not what we want to do." ā
"No," Deng Chen showed an embarrassed expression: "I don't mean that, if you can easily deal with this matter, why not?"
"Don't underestimate us!" Chen Mao raised his chin provocatively: "Don't say it's Yue Fei's son, even if Yue Fei himself comes..."
"You have it!" Xue Ling glanced at Chen Mao contemptuously: "Don't you know how many catties and taels you have, and Yue Fei." ā
"Okay..."Deng Chen looked around at everyone and nodded: "Then let's go, let's clean up this Yue Yun first and then talk about other things." ā
"Let's go!" Chen Mao rubbed his hands and was eager to try.
"Yue Yun, born in the Song Dynasty, monster level 9, good at using a pair of plum blossom bright silver hammers, the hammer can splash lightning thunder, the power is huge, and now it is the Hangzhou Fengbo Pavilion to bind the spirit. Wang Mingyu closed the Demon Rating Technician's manual without love: "This... Don't you think it's too hasty?"
"To be reasonable, Yue Yun is innocent and kind by nature, even if he was killed in Fengbo Pavilion, he didn't let him have any evil thoughts, so I think if I can find the crux of the problem, the task can still be completed. Deng Chen pretended to smile lightly.
"What if I can't find it?" Xue Ling tilted his head and looked at Deng Chen: "What's the matter?"
"So... may only be shot to death by him with two hammers. ā
"What do you say!" Chen Mao clenched his fists: "This is a frustrating thing before we fight, we are not flies, how can we be slapped to death so easily!"
"Okay," Deng Chen clapped his hands and clasped his hands in front of his chest: "Are you ready, I'm looking for someone." ā
"If you're not ready," Wang Mingyu shook his head helplessly: "What's the difference?"
"That's good!" Deng Chen's voice fell, and the sparrow appeared in his palm, he put his face close to the sparrow, and whispered two words: "Yue Yun." The sparrows flew into the air like bows and arrows off the strings, chirping wantonly in the air, and in an instant dozens of sparrows gathered, and in a moment they all flew away.
"Hey," Xue Ling looked up at the sky and touched Wang Mingyu with his arm: "It's also an intelligence network, you see that people are much taller than you?"
"What's tall?" Wang Mingyu also looked up at the sky: "Could it be that there is a difference between sparrows and mice?"
Not long after, there was a chirping bird cry in the sky again, Deng Chen stretched out his right palm upward, and a sparrow slowly landed on the palm, and after a few more chirps, it turned into smoke and disappeared.
"Don't feel strange," Deng Chen looked at Wang Mingyu with a stunned face: "When I was alive, I liked to walk birds except for gambling, and they have already helped me find them, let's go to West Lake." ā
"West Lake?" Wang Mingyu sneered: "This place is really lacking in creativity, and there are so many people in this West Lake, if we fight with that silver hammer boy with double hammer and thunder, how will it end?"
"You don't understand this, right," Deng Chen beckoned everyone to the side, and there was a Mercedes-Benz SUV here: "Get in the car, get in the car." ā
"West Lake, you can't just see those places with a lot of people," Deng Chen started the car: "First of all, this is the G20 period, there are very few people in West Lake, and second, there are many private clubs next to West Lake, and the best scenery of West Lake is in those clubs." ā
"I've heard of this," Wang Mingyu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said with disdain: "Haven't these private clubs been banned in the past two years?"
"There is no background," Deng Chen looked at Wang Mingyu who was the co-pilot: "They have all been banned, and those who really have a background are still alive, and our silver hammer boy is now at ease in a conference hall." ā
"It's really good at playing," Wang Mingyu nodded heartily: "It seems that he has learned a lot in his nearly 1,000-year-old monster career." ā
"Just look at it," Deng Chen looked at the rearview mirror proudly: "Do you know who opened that club?"
"I don't know..."Xue Ling and Chen Mao in the back seat shook their heads in confusion.
"Let me guess," Wang Mingyu patted his thigh: "Is it the local tyrant wearing a gold chain on the mahjong table?"
"That's right!" Deng Chen pointed at Wang Mingyu: "That's really smart, that person is the shareholder of the club, how did you guess?"