Outside the window, a stainless steel spatula is suspended silently.

No one noticed its presence.

Even if they noticed, no one would care about a spatula.

In a moment, the spatula flew away in a flickering manner, until it flew out more than a hundred meters away, and then it got into an alley, and then the white light flashed, and the spatula turned into a Taoist again.

"How's it going?" The young man immediately greeted him and asked.

"Wang Qianchen is not here, he shouldn't have come back yet!" The Five Flavors Man whispered.

"What then?" The young man asked again.

Wuwei looked left and right, observed the terrain, pondered for a while, and then raised his head and said: "If you want to go back to Zhezhe's car wash, there is only this way, let's go further and try to stay away from the station of the demon slayer...... Then intercept and kill Wang Qianchen on the road! ”

"Good!" The young man nodded.

……

In the city, in the basement of the rental house.

After a lot of work, Mr. Red Mansion's thousands of books were finally packed, and the Qiankun bag was still the same as before, and it didn't look the slightest change.

"It's really magical...... Wang Qianchen sighed.

"That's for sure, it's a spiritual weapon used by 'gods'......" Slab Brick said triumphantly. &o

"Master, can I also enter the Qiankun bag......" Mr. Red Mansion said shyly.

"You're going in too?" Wang Qianchen looked surprised.

"Ah, I want to read...... And I'm inside, I can also help you hide your demonic energy, and you have to call me out if you have something! Mr. Red Mansion hastened to explain.

"No, I mean you can get in here even as a big living person?" Wang Qianchen was a little unbelievable.

"Yes, although there is no air in it, my original appearance is a book, and I don't need to breathe, unlike other monsters......" Mr. Red Mansion explained in a proper manner.

"So that's the case......" Wang Qianchen nodded: "Then you come in!" ”

He just felt that stuffing a book and a brick into his back was a bit cumbersome.

Wang Qianchen opened the Qiankun bag, and Mr. Red Mansion threw it in, and his body turned into a streamer and drilled in.

"Are you going in?" Wang Qianchen asked the bricks again, with this Qiankun bag, as long as you stretch out your hand, the bricks can appear again.

"I won't go in, there's a sour Xiucai in there, and a bunch of sour and smelly books!" The bricks snorted.

Wang Qianchen didn't force it, stuffed the bricks back into his waist, and left the rental house.

……

In the east of the city, in an urban village, above a ruin.

Several excavators turned on their headlights, illuminating the scene in snow-white light, and the diesel engines "buzzed", like a roaring steel monster in this barren area.

After the excavator, there were dozens of small hooligans armed with knives and sticks.

Not far away, an old man with gray hair, dressed in military uniform, with a badge on his chest, holding a short military thorn in his hand, stood like a green pine in front of a small two-story building.

The badge is flashing, and the military thorn is sharp!

Behind him, a bright red flag was planted.

The cool breeze blew, the red flags were unfurled, and the hem of the old man's uniform was also hunting.

The two sides have been facing off for hours, from afternoon to dusk and then from dusk to night.

At the back of the crowd was a white Toyota Cruiser.

In the car, a fat middle-aged man sat on his chest, wearing a thumb-thick gold chain on his chest and a thick cigar with a scent in his hand.

Looking at the old man in military uniform not far away, the middle-aged man sighed softly, took out his flip phone and made a call.

"Master Xin, this is the last house...... It's not that I don't dismantle it, there's an old man blocking it...... Yes, the old man is easy to deal with, but he is not an ordinary old man, he is wearing a military uniform, and there is a badge on his chest, at first glance, he is a veteran, or the kind of veteran who has been on the battlefield...... Yes, I know I have a lot of people, but if I really get him, it won't be any trouble, right? The middle-aged man was a little hesitant.

"You can do it, no matter what happens, I will carry it for you!" On the other side of the phone, Xin Gongzi's cold voice came, followed by the sound of "dong dong" music and laughter, obviously drinking and having fun.

"Hehe, as soon as you say that, I understand! Okay, Gongzi Xin, you are busy, and I will do the rest. The middle-aged man felt confident and immediately hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man did not rush to get out of the car, but first finished the cigar in his hand, and then took out a tissue and wiped his hands carefully, not even letting go of the dirt in his fingernails.

After all this was done, the middle-aged man pushed the car door and walked down.

"Crunch-"

The middle-aged man walked on the ruins full of bricks and cement, and soon came to several excavators, and his figure was illuminated by snow-white headlights.

"Old man, I admire your courage...... May you ask, what's your name? The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Sun Youcai!" The old man in military uniform did not change his face, and said majestically.

The middle-aged man carefully recalled that there were no big people surnamed Sun in Luzhou City, so he waved his hand and said to the person behind him:

"Come on."

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"Ahem", "ahem", ......

Shen Luo suddenly woke up from the bed in a subconscious cough, opened his mouth wide and took a few deep breaths, then quickly took out a small bottle from under the pillow, poured out a yellow sè ball the size of a bean grain and swallowed it.

He sat still on the bed for a while, feeling the tightness in his chest and the cold gradually subside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After Shen Luo smiled bitterly, he slowly put on the neatly folded clothes on the chair next to him, and then habitually glanced at the desk in the corner.

On the table is a pale yellow sè shabby book, on the surface of which is written "Chunhua Strange Stories" in five neat black sè characters.

Shen Luo frowned, then withdrew his gaze, slowly opened the door and walked out of the room.

"The eldest son."

Outside the door, there was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi guarding there, and when he saw Shen Luo coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

In the distance, there are faintly large and continuous groups of houses, red tiles and white walls, and there are forty or fifty houses of various sizes combined.

"How many times did I cough last night? Are there any other movements? Shen Luo glanced at the little guy and asked lightly.

"Eldest Prince, you coughed thirteen times last night, and there was no other sound." The little guy had some blackened bags under his eyes, and replied, vaguely afraid of Shen Luo.

Shen Luo nodded, didn't ask anything more, and walked straight past the little guy.

The young man in Tsing Yi followed closely with interest.

After passing through several long corridors and a garden covering an acre of land, Shen Luo walked to a building that looked like a main hall.

When the two servant women standing in front of the hall saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Shen was also quite afraid of Shen Luo.

"Luo'er, you're here. How was your rest last night? Come in and have some ginseng soup. I asked someone to cook it for you. A man's concerned voice came from the hall.