In the verdant jungle, two people and a beast are walking side by side, coming to a messy place, stopping to talk to each other. There are ravines everywhere in this place, and one of them is shocking, and the trees are crooked, looking like a battlefield where conflict took place not long ago.

"Master Fan, could you please take a look at it again?" A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face in a brocade robe said in a deep voice, this person was about forty years old, he was angry during his speech, his palms were involuntarily clenched in the sleeves of his robe, and the strong yuan force was attached to it, and he couldn't bear it, and he had already condensed into Gang, and he was actually one of the few martial artists in this area.

"Hehe, Huang Zhenyue, friendship is friendship, what should be paid still has to be paid, this is the sixth place. The old man had a gloomy face and was thin, and he was not polite because of the other party's cultivation, and he had no scruples in his words, and the two seemed to be acquaintances.

An evil fire surged into my heart, and it was inconvenient to attack because I wanted to ask for it. Huang Zhenyue nodded, and then a look of extreme pain appeared on his face. Fuck it, this old guy is a vampire, it's so dark.

He is naturally the head of the Huang family in Chishui City, the father of Huang Tianbao who died at the hands of Chutian, his son never returned, suddenly lost his news, and felt bad in his heart, so he sent his clan out to inquire, but he never heard from him, and he searched everywhere without a trace, and suddenly seemed to have evaporated from the world.

There was no way to think about it, and suddenly thought of Master Fan, who was full of powers, so he invited a lot of money to search for the whereabouts of the murderer. This Master Fan's cultivation is general, and the person he relies on is spiritual power, when he has reached the level of the Great Nian Master, but he has not taken the path of the Nian Master, he is good at manipulating all kinds of demon beasts, and he is a character who specializes in controlling beasts.

The fiery red demon beast that followed behind him, named the Red Crocodile Tiger, not only had the tiger's sharp claws, but also had the crocodile's hard scales and powerful giant tail, and could breathe flames to break the enemy, which was an outlier among the third-order demon beasts.

According to Huang Zhenyue's estimate, even if he wants to clean up this brute, it is basically impossible not to play some hole cards, and it will be an easy bloody battle after all. If this sinister old guy interferes with his set, six or seven CDs will get away with it. Therefore, he has always been very polite to this elder.

Although there was no trace of the murderer, he believed that as long as Master Fan was willing to make a move, that person would definitely not be able to hide for too long. The problem is that the old guy's asking price is too bad.

The early tribesmen followed the path that Huang Tianbao might have walked, and carried out a carpet-like investigation, and more than ten locations were suspicious. A location costs 500 yuan, this money has nothing to do with success or not, it will inevitably be collected no matter what, and it is delivered on the spot, the full amount is settled, and the payment is made before doing things.

In the past few days, five locations have been surveyed, and no clues have been found, Yuan Dan paid two thousand five in advance, which is really faster than robbing money. If he couldn't find out, he was a little suspicious that a son was worth such a high price. But now it is simply difficult to ride a tiger, unless you are willing to give the previous Yuan Dan to Master Fan.

Secretly scolding the other party's black heart in his heart, Huang Zhenyue's face twitched fiercely, and then he took out a bag of Yuan Dan from his arms, the amount was naturally five hundred, and it was checked in advance.

Master Fan didn't see the expressions of others, so he took the bag as a matter of course, untied the string that tied the mouth, swept it away with a cold gaze, and muttered to himself, as if he was verifying the number.

was already unhappy, seeing this situation again, Huang Zhenyue almost couldn't hold back, a mouthful of old blood rushed into his throat, and he was busy pressing down with his strong luck and yuanli, making a good cough for a while.

"You're all right, I'm a man, I'm old, you have to pay attention to your body. Master Fan glanced at him in surprise, kindly reminded him, and continued to check the harvest, but the other party coughed even more ruthlessly when he heard the words, and the old man ignored him, shaking his head and just doing business.

After coughing, he covered his mouth and gasped for a while, Huang Zhenyue found that the old guy hadn't finished checking yet, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart. With such a high spiritual cultivation, if you want to know the number, urge the spirit to perceive it, and it will be clear, why bother to check them one by one. He couldn't take the old man, so he had to turn sideways slightly and not look at it, so as not to be impetuous, which was really not good for his health.

"Nima's, I've never seen such a pick, even if you save money, you have to save even a little sesame mental power, it's really fucked up. He couldn't complain, he had to vent to himself in his heart.

Actually, thinking this way is misleading Master Fan, just as the Huang family master thought, for a person like him, that bit of spiritual power really doesn't count, he just wants to enjoy the pleasure of checking and harvesting one by one. This is a legitimate gain with wisdom, and it is too sloppy to scan it with spiritual power. Only by checking slowly with your hands can you experience the existence of happiness.

Master Fan checked the number, tied the sealed string, held the bag to warm up for a while, and after reluctantly taking one last look, he carefully withdrew the ring. After the reward was received, the old man's miser-like face suddenly became solemn, and it could even be said that it was full of piety and sacredness.

He walked slowly towards the grass, and there was a stir in it. The old man's eyes froze, he stretched out his thin arm like dry wood, stretched out his five fingers and grabbed it in the void, and a rabbit flew upside down uncontrollably, kicking on all four legs in the air, and his red eyes were full of panic.

Master Fan took the rabbit, and the rabbit curled up in his arms, shivering. His palm gently covered his head, and the little rabbit fell asleep instantly. The old man closed his eyes and stared at the beast's memories in recent months.

Soon, the old man opened his eyes, and there was no clue to the murderer in the beast's memory. But this does not mean that the place of the murder is no longer here, in case this rabbit happens not to see it, you have to see a few, if you don't even have it, you can rule out this place, rush to the next location to investigate.

After checking a few more rabbits, it still had no effect, Huang Zhenyue looked depressed, and secretly said that the five hundred yuan pill was fed to the wolf again. The twigs of the green trees above his head shook slightly, and Master Fan's eyes came to the stage, and he reached into the void and grabbed a small fluffy squirrel.

Ignoring the little beast's panic, Master Fan reached out to cover the back of his head as usual, and the squirrel blinked his dark eyes, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. The old man entered its memory, turned over the trivia of making a fire, and turned forward page by page, and soon dozens of pages passed. Suddenly, mental fluctuations surged from the Mud Pill Palace, forming a sub-picture in front of the two of them.

Seeing this, Huang Zhenyue's face was solemn, and a look of relief appeared on his face. After several days of futile investigation, is the murderer finally about to surface? Immediately, there was a frightening and trembling fierceness in his eyes, his fists clenched in the sleeves of his robe, and his ten-finger bones exploded like thunder.

At first, the picture was like a batter, the whole mess was chaotic, and then it was a little clearer, and one of the figures could be seen slowly turning, the face was blurred, and the age could not be seen clearly, but the silver hair was very conspicuous. His lips seemed to smile, and with a wave of his hand, several green rays pierced the air and penetrated deep into the body of the Yellow Sky Leopard.

During the whole process, Master Fan seemed to have spent a lot of energy, his withered body trembled violently, and sweat flowed down his yellow face. It's okay to probe the details of the day, but the goal is this kind of battle scene, which is a considerable burden on both the caster and the carrier.

At this point, the whole picture is shattered, the squirrel in its arms dies in its sleep, and its hairy body begins to grow cold.

"How?" Master Fan opened his eyes, his face tired as if he was seriously ill.

Huang Zhenyue didn't answer, stared at the other party with strange eyes for a while, felt that the old man's face was cold, his expression became vigilant, and Fang Zhen smiled: "Enough, thanks to the master's righteous action, this kindness will be unforgettable for my Huang family for a lifetime." ”

I noticed that the old man was in a bad state just now, and he had the intention of solving it and recovering the engulfed Yuan Dan, but thinking of the many methods used by this old man in the past, he did not make a move for the sake of conservatism, so as not to steal the chicken and lose the rice.

Master Fan smiled and said: "What kind of grace, don't engage in these vain things, if the head of the Huang family really doesn't want to go, just donate generously and pay more Yuan Dan." The old man is not greedy, three or five hundred yuan is enough, how about I owe you a favor?"

Hearing this, Huang Zhenyue gasped fiercely, regardless of the slightest image, he hurriedly shook his head like a rattle to show resolute protest, and after stabilizing his emotions, he bowed deeply: "Since the matter is done, I don't dare to keep the master, please take care of yourself." ”

Master Fan smiled, stepped on the red crocodile tiger, sat firmly on his back, and bowed his hand as well, and said goodbye: "So the old man will go now, I hope to meet again in the future." ”

Huang Zhenyue smiled, nodded his head again and again, but thought in his heart, what an old vampire, such fate, begging not to meet again in this life.

With a slap on the buttocks of the mount, even the humans and beasts turned into red light, galloping, and soon left this place, leaving Huang Zhenyue alone to wander and ponder. Watching his toes hovering in the forest for a moment, he slowly raised his head, and the previously solemn face gradually swelled with heart-wrenching ruthlessness.

"Little beast, this time the Phantom Mist Forest is opened, you must come, there must be the cemetery of your life. The hoarse voice, squeezed out word by word between the teeth, echoed among the trees, stirred in the spring wind, and permeated for a long time without dissipating.