Li Sanyi, who was sleeping in the Taoist temple, received a text message from Feng Yin.

His mobile phone is not turned off 24 hours a day, not only does it not turn off, but it also rings loudly to ensure that he can hear it at any time.

"What the hell!"

Zhang Bo'er, who was in the same room with Li Sanyi, was startled by the harsh ringing ring, and looked around vigilantly with a pillow in the dark.

"Don't be afraid, my phone."

Li Sanyi took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, and a bright light lit up in the dark.

Zhang Boer, who looked at the pillow, calmed down his panic, looked at Li Sanyi and asked: "Brother Li, is it necessary to use ghost laughter as a ringtone, and it is still so loud!" ”

"Just get used to it."

Li Sanyi calmly slid away the message sent by Fengyin: I'm going to grab the money!

"What money, Brother Li?"

Zhang Boer leaned over.

Li Sanyi showed Zhang Boer the information.

"Wind groaning, catch? Money? Arrest, money - equal to a wanted criminal? ”

Li Sanyi realized that he understood.

He was worried at first, but then he thought about it, there was nothing to worry about, it was the wind groaning.

One-on-one, the wind will win.

Two against one, the wind can win, not hurt.

Three against one, Feng Yin can also win, and it is estimated that he will be injured.

Four-on-one, Feng Yin narrowly wins, even if she doesn't win, she can definitely run.

"It's okay, the boss must have beaten him, and I don't know how much money I can catch this time."

Li Sanyi took the phone back and wanted to call the police, but there was no definite news.

In the end, he simply put on his clothes, took Zhang Boer, and went out with a flashlight.

Besides, Wind Groan, he has always kept a certain distance from the sneaky figure in front of him.

She could only see a back, and she couldn't be sure if the other party was a wanted person on the run.

After walking for about half an hour, Wind Yin followed the man to a wasteland.

It can't be said to be a complete wasteland, and there are still many graves here.

Feng Yin watched the man fold his hands and babble something, walking in one direction with a purpose.

After a few minutes, the man finally stopped.

I saw him plop up and kneel on the ground.

Immediately after, the man pulled out a thick stack of yellow paper from his padded jacket.

In the next second, I saw the man light the yellow paper and began to burn on the ground.

"Hey, Shiro made me happy, I thought I met a wanted criminal."

"But isn't it a little too dangerous?"

"Mind your business."

Feng Yin, who was talking to himself, picked up the mobile phone that was broadcasting live and walked towards the man, but he didn't dare to shout, for fear of scaring the man's hands.

"Those of you who don't sleep at this time, are you on the night shift?"

Soon, there was a reply in the comment area.

"So many people on the day shift are almost four o'clock."

Feng Yin replied with a smile, and as soon as he was halfway through his smile, he saw the man screaming.

In the next second, the wind roared out violently and shouted: Call the police! Fire alarm!

"Address: A few kilometers south of Yunfu Daoguan, fast!"

The people in the live broadcast room are also anxious, and those who are sleepy are not sleepy, and those who want to sleep are not sleeping.

It's on fire!

Mountain, on fire.

It's such a coincidence, it's just such an inch, and the wind is blowing.

The yellow paper ignited the surrounding hay, and the wind helped the fire grow, and a ring of fire instantly burned out in all directions.

Li Sanyi, who came out of the Taoist temple, watched Fengyin's live broadcast room for the first time, and at the moment when Fengyin said to call the police, he made a call.

At the same time, the police were dispatched.

Li Sanyi called out to the people in the Taoist temple, and rushed towards the fire point with the fire-fighting things.

Hopefully, it's still too late.