Chapter Seventy-Five: Infiltration
Airplanes!
The engine roared, and the Harley-Davidson motorcycle propelled forward like a beast, and smoke billowed in the air.
Ye Zhou sat on the back of the motorcycle, and the fragrance was in his heart, making people unable to help themselves.
The woman in front of her is slender, but she drives such a heavy locomotive, and she has to say that she has a different kind of wild beauty.
If it is just this kind of temperament, it is not uncommon in the world.
The key is that this Kapok Ying is still a cultivator, I don't know what kind of Taoism she has cultivated, and if there is nothing, there is a sharp heroic spirit.
Many temperaments are mixed together to form a contradictory but compatible beauty.
Ye Zhou's face was red, and for a while he seemed to be like a young man who had just opened his feelings, and there were many waves in his heart.
It's not that he is uncertain, it's that this woman has an extraordinary charm that makes people can't help it.
"What's wrong with me?" Ye Zhou's body trembled, suddenly came to his senses, and asked himself.
He had already made up his mind to devote himself to cultivation and not to be distracted by other things, so why did he have delusions today?
He hurriedly meditated and guarded his mind, discarded many distractions, and considered his own situation.
The Huaxia True Sect has withered countless times, and he has been looking for so long and has not found a single True Cultivator, which shows that he searched according to the roster, and it seems that he has made a wrong move.
But he can't think of any other way in a short time, and now that he is being targeted by this underworld, he still has to solve this trouble first.
This underworld is the two major forces that permeate the cultivation realm and the mundane, and he may be able to find more information about the cultivation realm from it.
The motorcycle drove all the way, and Ye Zhou and Kapok Ying went straight to Xiangyang.
Xiangyang, like Luoyang, is a thousand-year-old city with a long history, and you can see a magnificent city standing there in the distance on the horizon, and the atmosphere of modernization faintly reveals the vicissitudes of life.
The strange thing is that when she got close to the scope of Xiangyang City, Na Kamian Ying suddenly turned around and headed towards a suburb.
"Mu Daoyou, where is this going?" Ye Zhou couldn't help asking.
"Hades, as an underground organization, focuses on secrecy. There are many people in the city, and it is very inconvenient to keep secrets. So now that smiling impermanence is in a stronghold on the outskirts of Xiangyang, there is a private garden, which is heavily guarded, and ordinary people will never break in, snoop into the reality of the underworld, and can also protect those filthy things from being leaked!"
Ye Zhou nodded.
If he said that he knew about this underworld, this Kapok Ying far surpassed him, and he didn't ask much next.
Kapok Ying drove in a hurry, a motorcycle drove extremely fast, overtaking again and again, attracting surprised eyes from all around, and she didn't care.
Soon they came to a private estate in the suburbs.
This seems to be the destination.
Ye Zhou and Kapok Ying parked their motorcycles aside, sat up in a nearby teahouse, and observed secretly.
This private garden occupies a huge area, and from time to time you can see people patrolling inside, looking like ordinary security guards, but with bulging pockets around their waists, I don't know what is hidden, it is likely to be a firearm.
Ye Zhou observed with his spiritual eye and found that there was indeed a pistol on their waists.
"Wangchuan Garden!" these three words are prominently erected at the door of this private garden, which seems quite mysterious.
"Wangchuan, isn't it Lechuan?" Ye Zhou's heart was awe-inspiring, and the difference between one word was obvious.
He became more and more sure that this was the stronghold of the underworld.
"Mu Daoyou, what should I do next?" Ye Zhou couldn't help asking.
Kapok Ying pondered for a long time and shook her head, "This garden is heavily defended, everyone has guns in hand, once you break in, I am afraid it will cause a shootout, in that case, the movement is too big, it is likely to cause more trouble." I don't have much idea just yet, we need to discuss!"
Ye Zhou said, "I have an idea!"
"Oh, please!" Kapok Ying's face moved.
"Although these people have guns, they are mere mortals, and their perceptions are dull. If we sneak in at night and then take down the smiling impermanence with the power of thunder, this is the safest way!" Ye Zhou said with a smile.
When Kapok Ying heard this, she nodded happily, "This is also what I think in my heart!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent.
Now that the decision has been made, the two of them will not stay here for long, and have found a place to wait quietly.
Ye Zhou secretly swallowed five drops of Sun and Moon Essence to continue to suppress the Gu poison in his body.
Along the way, the Gu poison was ready to attack at any time, and once it broke out, I am afraid that it would immediately suck up his flesh and blood essence and freeze it into an ice sculpture.
Ye Zhou had to suppress it with True Yuan at all times, and a sense of urgency rose more and more in his heart.
If this Gu poison doesn't come out for a day, it will be difficult for him to cultivate for a day.
Hindering people from becoming enlightened, this hatred is not shared.
This trip must be relieved of future troubles.
Ye Zhou's heart was already filled with murderous intent .
It was night, Ye Zhou woke up from the meditation, only to see that the moon was dark and the wind was high, it was the night of murder.
And the Kapok Ying on the side has been preparing for a long time.
"Let's go!" she said lightly, and walked over first.
Ye Zhou exclaimed, walked side by side with her, and walked straight towards the garden.
It was already late at night, and only the streetlights on the road were dimly lit, and the figures of the two were hidden in the darkness, hurrying through without attracting the attention of others.
The security guards in the garden are patrolling around, very vigilant.
Kapok Ying found a remote place and was about to sneak in, Ye Zhou's eyes swept away, but he suddenly grabbed her.
Kapok Ying looked at her strangely.
Ye Zhou didn't speak, pointing to one place.
She looked over, and suddenly her eyes swept away, and she saw a camera hidden under a hidden tree trunk, facing this corner, if she had broken into it rashly just now, she would have to be discovered.
She nodded gratefully towards Ye Zhou.
Ye Zhou waved his hand, then pinched his handprint, opened the two spells of Spirit Eye and Little Clairvoyant, and observed.
The surrounding scenery came into view, transparent, and there was no secret at all, and after a while, Ye Zhou saw the location of the thirty-seven cameras around.
Kapok Ying waited for Ye Zhou to cast a spell on the side.
"Come with me!" Ye Zhou suddenly made a discovery, found a blind spot monitored by these cameras, and led the way in front.
Kapok Ying hurriedly followed.
As he walked, his lips squirmed, and he told the Kapok Ying the layout of the garden one by one with the technique of sound transmission.
Soon the two of them came to the corner of this garden, and the black hole near this place was obviously an extremely remote corner, and it was difficult for ordinary people to find here.
"Is this the place?" asked Kapok Young.
Ye Zhou nodded.
"Without further ado!, let's go!" After receiving Ye Zhou's affirmative answer, Kapok Ying smiled dryly, and her slender figure suddenly rose vertically, like a spirit deer jumping between mountain streams, her posture was light and ethereal.
Her feet touched the wall lightly, and her whole body was as light as nothing, and she rose into the air, and had already climbed over the wall and disappeared into the garden.
From beginning to end, it was silent and unnoticed by anyone.
At this moment, she doesn't look like a cultivator, but like a heroine who flies through the walls in a martial arts story.