After all, a person who grew up in the north suddenly came to the south, and the water and soil adaptation lingered like a sticky piece of honey, and in many cases, this water and soil adaptation would cause trouble on his body in this most direct way.

Qin Ke can also be regarded as having experienced this kind of illness that "You Bachelor" often gets, but fortunately, his body is strong, but there will be no big problems, as long as it takes two days, he will recover naturally, but every time at this time, he has to spend a lot of time in the thatched house to be accompanied by those flies, maggots, and the smell that is so strong that he can't hide it, which really makes him a little helpless.

"Did you find the man?"

Qin Ke, who was squatting in the thatched house, felt a tightness in his heart, not knowing why this voice would appear suddenly, and why he would ask such an inexplicable question.

Find that person? Who are you looking for? Zhuge Wanling? Or is it the Ninth Master? But how did the voice outside know about him?

After a few moments, another voice replied, "Found it, it's in that old shop." What do you say, "Do you want to catch or kill?"

"What are you doing here?" the first voice replied coldly, "If you can stay in this kind of place for so many years, you will never be a person who pursues fame and fortune, and even if you catch him, do you think we can easily pry his mouth open? Not to mention that the old ghost has no relatives in his life, and his only son died in battle ten years ago, I am afraid that when you want to arrest him, he will find a way to kill himself as soon as possible." ”

The second voice understood the meaning and replied solemnly: "Okay, I'll tell my brothers, and I'll do it before the early morning." ”

"Do things cleanly, don't let us wipe your butts every time, adults are not very happy. The first voice said, "When it's over, I'll ship the money to the old place." ”

"Thank you, sir. However, the previously agreed ......"

"Do your part and don't ask too many questions, generally people who ask too many questions will die faster. The first voice was obviously a little dissatisfied, "As long as you do a good job, the adults will definitely reward you, and you will have the glory of the rest of your life." Now, you don't have the qualifications to know. ”

"Yes!!" the second voice hurriedly agreed, and then said flatteringly, "My lord has a lot of opportunities, so the little one will stop bothering, and now go and gather the brothers to do things?"

"Go ahead. Remember what I said. ”

The footsteps gradually faded away, but Qin Ke felt a little uneasy in his heart. With his ability to conceal, and the door of the hut happened to be blocked, he didn't worry about being discovered. It's just that he happened to run into the scene of some kind of murder? And since he is called an adult, it is obvious that the status of the person who bought the murder is not small, and he is a person with an official position.

He suddenly felt that there was a huge black curtain hidden behind what had happened inexplicably, and he shuddered, and suddenly didn't dare to think about it again.

Early the next morning, Qin Ke set off from the inn to Antai Street, last night's bizarre dreams made him a little sluggish, hanging his head and eating the leftover cakes, he was like a wilting chicken, walking and swaying.

Jian Yecheng seemed to wake up later than he thought, probably because the people in this city did not work as farmers, so they did not need to get up early to do things. However, some small restaurants have already opened, and they are lively, steaming steamed buns and fried fritters in the oil pan until golden brown.

Qin Ke finished eating the dough cake, and spent two baht to buy a big pork stuffed bun to nibble in his mouth, and while walking, he looked at the street that gradually began to become lively, but he began to enter the deserted old neighborhood of Antai.

Yesterday, the owner of the noodle shop was right, Antai is indeed older than there, this old is not only reflected in the old buildings and mossy bricks, but also in the lifelessness of this area, it is already morning, but many shops have no intention of opening at all, and there are only two or three people walking on the road, wearing a full body of sackcloth, their eyes wandering, each doing their own thing, and they don't even bother to look at each other.

Qin Ke found the oil shop, its signboard hanging quietly on the eaves, gently swaying with the wind. And the door was closed, as if the master was going to stay in bed until three o'clock in the morning before he was willing to get up.

Qin Ke stood outside the door, slowly finished eating the buns, waited for a while, and waited until the nearby shop gradually opened and the door of the oil shop did not loosen at all, he finally became a little irritable.

He stretched out his hand, intending to knock on the door, but his eyes flashed, and he turned from knock to push, slowly exerting force.

After a "squeak", the door was pushed open.

"Who is this Ninth Master? The doors are not closed, and there is no fear of thieves. Said so, but Qin Ke also realized that his current actions were like a thief, so he just drilled and took a private look.

It was empty, but countless things fell to the ground and were in shambles.

"Is there anyone?" Qin Ke hesitated, but still shouted, but obviously no one in this messy store responded to him, after thinking for a moment, Qin Ke slowly pushed open the door, looked back outside, and then stepped forward on the debris all over the ground, but his heart slowly sank.

There wasn't much room for a place in the oil shop, which was a little crowded with shelves, and when the ground was full of broken debris, he felt like he had no way out. But when he walked past the shelves, looked at the counter, and found the oil that was slowly dripping down after being knocked over, he only felt a chill down his spine.

It's a sign that you've been fighting.

Although Qin Ke was not an official and did not study criminal matters, he was still keenly aware of the fierce battles that had taken place here, and the clay fragments of those empty urns on the ground were still fragmented in many places, which must have been the result of the two sides of this struggle stomping their feet in order to exert their strength.

A cultivator like him who cultivates qi and blood knows how important it is to stand on the ground with both feet, and unlike those cultivators who like to use their mental power to attach small things such as flying swords and knives to flutter around, after all, the strength of the physical body is not only in the arms, but also in the waist and abdomen to the legs and ankles, and only in this way can the strength of the whole body be condensed to a point.

And under such a force, a huge force will inevitably be generated under the feet, and it is not surprising that these tiles will be crushed.

It's just that where are these two wrestling people? Why can't they see a single figure?

After thinking about it, Qin Ke cautiously walked to the door, replaced the door, and was about to insert the door bolt, but found that the door bolt had long been cut by a sharp weapon, obviously a murderer broke into the room with a knife, and had a very fierce battle with the person called "Nine Masters".

However, at least no bodies have been found here, at least proving that the battle was not to that tragic level.

"What should I do now?" Qin Ke asked himself, he came to Jingwu to say that he had no relatives and friends, and he didn't have much money on his body, if he couldn't find the Ninth Master, he wouldn't be able to find Zhuge Wanling, would he let him settle down in this huge Jianye City?

With a jumble of thoughts in his head, he slowly walked into the inner room of the oil shop, which was just as simple, just a simple flat bed, a table, a chair, and an old cigarette stick that had obviously been used for many years.

The owner of the oil shop, that Ninth Master seems to be a very simple and simple person, Qin Ke silently guessed, as his mind moved, the breeze brought by the Xunfeng Technique gently opened and expanded on his side, and the surrounding sounds gradually became clearer.

Although he had been practicing the technique of the Wind since the first day of his practice, the most proficient technique he had ever mastered was still the part of the technique known as the "Wind Vision" part of the Technique of the Wind Movement.

What is wind vision? Using the wind as an eye, expanding hearing, and even letting the surrounding sounds present a picture in one's own mind, although there is a certain gap compared to seeing with the eyes, compared with the eyes, the ears can catch some things that the eyes can't grasp.

He heard the sound of breathing, rapid, but a little tired, there was a low moan of a person who was as unpredictable as a mouse walking through a cave, but Qin Ke found the direction of the person from this sound.

Qin Ke closed his eyes and walked slowly in that direction, walking about five steps to the table where the cigarette sticks were placed.

He opened his eyes, frowned, looked at the ground, and muttered, "Looks like it's underground?"

But at least he could hear a person's voice in the store, and that person was likely to be the ninth master of the oil shop, Qin Ke was a little happy in his heart, and he slowly knocked on the floor and said, "Nine...... Father...... Sir?"

The man didn't respond, but Qin Ke's wind vision still heard the man gasping below, and there seemed to be a few coughs.

Qin Ke raised his head and tilted his head to think, "There should be a place to go down." Then he crouched on the ground, touching the floor, groping little by little.