In the past, Mo Yang was also recruited by the Qin family as a blood ghost from this shack with his own fists and feet. Or are you here to find other white-clothed holy envoys? Because the three religions and nine streams here are really messy. After all, too many of the blood ghosts walked into the courtyard wall of the Qin family from here, but if they were looking for blood ghosts, why should they hide it from the brothers who were in the same way just now?

Under the blackened corners, a short man babbled along the base of the wall in an unknown tune. Compared to the previous caution, it seems too relaxed at the moment. Xie Junhe guessed that this song might be some kind of code.

The tune came to an abrupt end.

A hand suddenly reached out from behind a mysterious door, lifting the short man inside.

After the door closes and locks, there is only an empty and death-like silence, which leads to infinite reverie.

Xie Junhe quickly caught up and stopped in front of the broken wooden door. When I looked up, I suddenly found a vigilant gaze shooting from the window on the second floor, and my heart sank, and I hurriedly dodged and avoided under the eaves. I couldn't see each other, but I could vaguely hear the conversation on the second floor.

He was familiar with these eyes, but he had never felt them as terrifying as they are today.

There was no Moyan and no blood ghosts. Those eyes belonged to Shen Yanfei.

"How's things going?" Shen Yanfei's leisurely and cold voice spread out in the silence.

The short man snickered, "The movement is all under control." ”

"How did I hear he had a new plan?"

"Where's the news? impossible!"

There was a thud, like the rattle of a table. A third brutal voice roared out: "Don't fool people, you kid! It's all in control, how do you explain the matter of the inn?!"

"Brother Sha!" Shen Yanfei only called softly, and the rough voice suddenly stopped. For a moment, I heard the small sound of tables and chairs shaking. I think that brother Ren sat down with a suppressed anger.

The fourth arrogant voice snorted carefully: "If you want to compete with Leng Fengyi, this roe head rat guy is still a little tender." ”

There was a fifth yin and yang strange voice gloating: "Leng Fengyi can't be moved lightly. Shen Ye, I reminded you. ”

"Why can't you kill that woman!"

The short man snickered: "Brother Sha wants to move her?" Qi Heng's woman, Qi Ye supported her, Chu Tao protected her, and the master also gave her three points. I'm afraid I won't even be able to touch a single hair of her! Don't hit a stone with an egg and end up killing yourself. ”

"Not only can't I move her, but I have to listen to the woman's call, and I'm depressed!"

"Be careful of her, indeed. Shen Yanfei added, "However, our target is not her." ”

"I heard that the South Shore ......" suddenly softened the voice of the discussion. I only heard trivial whispers, for a while. What can be a good plan to meet in a remote shack, and you are afraid that the wall will have ears? They mentioned the south bank, which made Xie Junhe even more uneasy. Recalling Shen Yanfei's various actions, there is always a shudder.

Who is he? Is he Qi Ye's assistant? or is he Jiang Shaoyun's internal response? Or is he just himself—he has been on the north shore for many years, he has already lived his own way, established his own network, and dared to compete with Qi Ye in secret?

In the confusion, he suddenly heard a rough voice and said: "Shen Ye, don't worry, that guy's head can't run my palm." ”

"Shen Ye has a good move, if he dies, this river and lake will definitely be turned upside down!"

"Wait and see, what kind of thing is Qin Ye and Qi Ye, let them see what it is to do great things!"