"Are you really pretending to be confused, or are you really confused, you are also a fellow clan or a surname of Niu Hulu, don't you really know that the so-called witch coffin town comes from the legend of our northern clan?"

When Nu Delu heard this, he chuckled in his heart, and he only now realized that the fierce medicine that Yue Guanchao said was probably referring to the people of the previous dynasty.

Although he hadn't heard much of the name of Tang Dianrong, he had heard of it a little bit in the ancestral land of the witch coffin, but it had been passed down from generation to generation, and it was only a legendary story that he had never taken seriously.

Right now, Liu Gege came, and he had an impression of the matter of the ancestral land of the witch coffin, and only then did he secretly feel that something was wrong - Yue Guanchao had led him to the thief ship.

Now, it is difficult for him to ride a tiger, and he can only stubbornly say that he doesn't know, and he can drag it out for a while.

Rao is like this, Nudlu is still uneasy in his heart, and can only pray that Fusheng is smart enough to hear his words!

Fusheng, Fusheng, my Nudlu net worth and life will be all handed over to you today!

……

Whew!

Fusheng clutched the business card in his hand, ran so loudly, he didn't know that his palms were sweaty, he was about to run to Xiangcunzhai to buy pastries, and when he remembered the strange appearance of Niu Ye when he left, he hurriedly opened his palms.

As soon as the wet business card was opened, the handwriting was soaked but still legible:

Fengtian Times reporter, Song Siyuan, Nanluo Lane, Deyou Street

"It's not Xiangcunzhai's business card, it's Miss Song's, is it that Master Niu asked me to go to Song's house to move the rescuers?"

Fusheng was stunned for a moment, not even knowing that he was almost hit by a carriage.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that this woman is not good, and if Niu Ye is in trouble today, they are destined to not have a good time.

Even if he didn't weigh the pros and cons, he recalled that Niu Ye was good to them, and he knew that he couldn't see death without help, and now that the matter was coming, he carefully pondered what Niu Ye said, wiped the sweat on his head, and his eyes became firm.

He turned around and called for the next rickshaw to sit in.

"Little brother, where are you going?"

"Nanluo Lane, Deyou Street!"

"Okay, sit down!"

The rickshaw went all the way, ran through Deyou Street to Nanluo Lane, and when he saw the archway in front of the Song House, Fusheng crawled over with a rolling belt.

He didn't have time to wipe his sweat, and he banged on the door as if he were dying.

"Who, it's not so urgent to call the dead ghost?"

The door of Song's house creaked open, and a maid reached out, and saw that it was a running hall dress, and her eyes immediately looked down on a little:

"Who are you, and why are you knocking on our door?"

"Girl... I am from Fuxian Teahouse, and our boss has something to discuss with Miss Song, so I asked her to come out and meet her. ”

Fusheng was out of breath, and stumbled when he spoke, and the girl sneered:

"I remember, our eldest lady did go to your teahouse, but now she is not there."

"Not there? So where is she? ”

When Fusheng heard that Song Siyuan was not there, his heart sank.

"It seems like I'm going to the newspaper office, saying that I have to deal with some things."

……

Bell Tower South Street, Department Store, Fengtian Times

The reporters and editors of the Fengtian Times all sat honestly at their workstations, and they didn't even dare to drink water and walk too loudly, especially when they walked to the editor-in-chief's office, they were walking on thin ice, for fear of being affected.

The Yue brothers sat obediently on the sofa, staring wide-eyed, listening to the hazy noise in the office.

"Siyuan, you have done too much in this matter, I asked you to go back to rest, I want you to think about the future path, how dare you contact the market and do such a big thing."

Yi Jianghong blushed for the first time, Song Siyuan was afraid of accountability after doing everything, she raised her chest and confronted each other:

"Editor-in-chief, the newspaper industry is afraid of them, is it true that the people in the market are also afraid of them, these people are like bedbugs that can't see the light, they can only climb forks in the sewers, some news can be discussed, but some news must be published, I just found a more suitable way."

"Half a month has passed, and no one dares to do anything to me, they are in the Fengtian Heaven and Earth Realm, and they can't set off any strong winds and waves at all."

Song Siyuan was quite proud when she mentioned this.

"Siyuan, your family background is illustrious, these people may not dare to touch you, Uncle Yi is convinced of this, but can't they touch the people around you?"

"You can't guarantee that."

Song Siyuan really couldn't refute this, she sighed: "That's true, but what I did by myself didn't affect the newspaper, no matter how angry they were, they couldn't get angry with Fengtian Times." ”

Yi Jianghong's face softened slightly:

"This is already a blessing in misfortune, if the newspaper is blown up, then how should Uncle Yi face the literary world, how to face the readers, and your parents will be in Mukden in the afternoon, so give me a good life these days!"

"Editor-in-chief, there is a phone call from Song House, saying that he is looking for Miss Song!"

"Take it in."

After the secretary left, Song Siyuan picked up the phone and sighed: "I know, I have long expected that someone will make trouble, and I will solve it immediately." ”

"Look, Uncle Yi is not wrong, your friend is in trouble!"

Yi Jianghong took a sip of tea, with a look like a god.

Song Siyuan immediately dialed the phone and said into the phone: "Someone has gone to smash the field, let my brother and Qingyang hurry over with the security guards." ”

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