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For Chen Heng's little action, Feng Yi expressed that he was very helpful.

He purposely stepped forward and walked slowly forward.

"Mr. Feng, have you seen Mr. Ma?"

"Saw."

The state of Ma Laosan is not quite right.

There is something wrong with this frightened look.

Feng Yi took two quick steps and stopped Ma Laosan.

When Ma Laosan saw Chen Heng, his body shook like a sieve.

"Well, you two young heroes, I have arrived as scheduled, look..."

Ma Laosan wanted to ask Chen Heng to help him unravel the mysterious talisman spell, but dared to say it bluntly, he could only rub his hands and hint wildly with his eyes.

Unfortunately, Chen Heng did not respond.

"You don't have to be so nervous, take a deep breath, relax, just like usual. Come, follow my rhythm."

Ma Laosan: ...

Being interrupted by Chen Heng seems to be of no use.

His voice was trembling just now, but now he is fine, and his whole body is starting to wobble.

Seeing this, Chen Heng sent him a stream of spiritual energy, and then handed him a talisman.

"This is a defensive spell, and its effect is slightly stronger than that of body armor. If you feel something is wrong, just slap it on your chest. Remember, it must be your chest, understand?"

"Understand, understand, I understand, I understand."

Ma Laosan regarded it as a treasure, held it in both hands, and took out a wooden box and carefully put it in.

This posture, is this the rhythm of being a family heirloom?

Chen Heng reminded: "You put it so well, what should you do if you don't have time to take it out when you need it later?"

this problem……

Ma Laosan really thought about it.

He replied confidently: "This thing is very valuable, it would be a pity to use it."

He still has to wait to sell it back for a good price.

Facing this kind of money fan, Chen Heng was also speechless.

However, the function of this talisman is still very useful.

Ma Laosan has money and motivation, so he quickly regained his former spirit and started looking for his own partners.

On the west side of the ghost city, there is a tavern, where they are facing each other.

Ma Laosan walked in and walked towards the easternmost corner, where a man in a black cloak was sitting.

Ma Laosan took out the black bag from his arms and put it on the table.

The man stood up, pushed the things beside him, and calmly took the black bag to leave.

As a result, he had just taken two steps when he was stopped by someone.

"Sir, please stop." Chen Heng stood in front of him with a smile, "I have a big deal here, I wonder if you are interested?"

The man looked at Chen Heng warily, without saying a word.

Perhaps it was because the two confronted each other for too long that it attracted the attention of others.

After seeing this, the waiter in the tavern hurried over, "You two, fighting is prohibited in the tavern. If there is any conflict, please go outside to resolve it."

It goes without saying that someone who can open a tavern in the black market has strength.

As soon as the waiter finished speaking, Chen Heng felt the aura of a few cultivators here.

The cloaked man spoke with a hoarse voice, "Have a pot of spiritual tea."

"Please wait."

Hearing that there was a business, the attitude of the waiter immediately improved, and he turned around and brought a pot of tea, for fear that he would regret it.

The man in the cloak was generous. He took out an aura tank and paid for it.

The waiter took out a machine with a smile on his face, extracted a certain amount of aura from it, and returned it to the cloaked man.

"I don't know this man."

"Sincerely at your service."

The waiter said politely to Chen Heng: "Sir, please leave."

"I'll also have a pot of spiritual tea."

"Good."

The waiter's face-changing speed is comparable to that of Sichuan opera.

Especially when he saw Chen Heng's aura tank, his smile became even bigger.

The man in the cloak glanced at Chen Heng, and there was something he didn't understand.

"What is your Excellency looking for from me?"

"It's nothing, just chatting." Chen Heng sat opposite him, and took out the jade pendant of Jumang, "Where did you get this thing?"

The cloaked man's entire face was hidden under the mask, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was still very calm.

"I don't understand your Excellency."

"Everyone is a sensible person, so don't go around in circles."

The cloaked man bowed his head in silence, poured a cup of spiritual tea, and motioned for Chen Heng to have a cup together.

Chen Heng lowered his head and took a drink, tsk tsk tsk, this taste, how should I put it, although it has a little aura, it is very ordinary.

All in all, not worth the price.

When Chen Heng looked up, he found that the man in the cloak was gone.

Chen Heng was not in a hurry, he packed two pots of spiritual tea slowly, and went out with the takeaway box.

At the exit of the black market, Feng Yi was waiting for him with a cloak.

"Okay, let's go."

The man in the cloak never thought that he would fall into such a situation.

Obviously he had tried to get rid of these people, why was he still caught.

Obviously he has hidden it well.

Chen Heng felt his collapse and kindly explained it.

"Friend, watch less TV in the future. Although the black market is a black market, there are not many people wearing black cloaks like you. Although the sky is dark, it is quite easy to find you."

After listening to Chen Heng's words, the man in the cloak seemed to be a little unable to stand the stimulation, so he stopped resisting and followed back obediently.

Association of Cultivators in Province Y

Bai Ze stood at the door, and the moment he saw Chen Heng, he held his hand tightly.

"Oh, it's hard work, it's really hard work for you."

He said, Chen Heng must have a lot of luck, since Chen Heng came to help, the matter went smoothly, but not smoothly.

Tut tut tut, really wonderful, wonderful.

Bai Ze was overwhelmed with emotion, holding Chen Heng's little hand for a little longer, and successfully got Feng Yi's eyes.

Politeness is politeness, and the interrogation that should be done cannot be delayed.

Bai Ze arranged the interrogation room and went out in person.

Although the man in the cloak was very reluctant, he was still stripped of his cloak, and then took pictures from multiple angles, and took fingerprints and left a blood sample.

Soon, his identity was found out.

"Wan Fang, male, 40 years old, a key high school teacher in province y. He has won the title of outstanding teacher many times. He divorced his wife three years ago and lives alone. Am I right?"

In just half an hour, information about Wanfang was placed on Bai Ze's desk.

For such a person, people around him have good evaluations.

Serious and responsible to students, friendly to colleagues, seems to be a good old man.

Only his wife had a bad opinion of him.

But who can say for sure about this relationship, people around are not good at judging, but no one cares.

Bai Ze sent someone to find his wife, who was on the way.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Then let's see what you want to tell us. Tell us, where did you get these things? What did you use the money for?"

According to the flow on Wanfang Bank's account, he was just an ordinary high school teacher, and the money Ma Laosan gave him did not flow in the account.

"Guys, I think you have made a mistake. I just saw some students discussing that place, so I just want to investigate."

Teacher Wan looked innocent.

This performance is really, tsk tsk tsk.

Chen Heng stood there, watching his performance, "An ordinary high school teacher also knows about spiritual tea and spiritual energy pots. Teacher Wan, you are an ordinary person, you probably know too much."

"What do you mean? These are not all that, oh, yes, cosplay. And the jar you mentioned, I bought it at the entrance, and said that it is only used for black market transactions. Can't you check it? If you don't believe me, you can ask."

Teacher Wan Fangwan is worthy of being a teacher, even in this situation, he still behaved very calmly.

When it comes to talking, it doesn't leak.

Chen Heng watched from the side, always feeling a little awkward.

He leaned close to Feng Yi's ear and whispered, "Mr. Feng, don't you think this person is a bit strange?"

What is strange about it, Chen Heng is a little bit hard to say.

I feel that this person's answer is too smooth.

Can a normal person behave so well here?

"He is too calm. You can see that he is talking like he is in class. He won't be preparing for the class, right?"

Chen Heng's last sentence was a little loud, and Wan Fang's pupils shrank slightly after hearing it, but soon returned to normal.

He thought he was moving secretly, but the three people on the opposite side saw him.

There is no way, the eyes of the cultivators are just that good.

There must be a problem.

This person's psychological defense is very strong, and he has been prepared for a long time, probably taking into account all the situations he will encounter after he is arrested.

And judging from his understanding of practitioners, there must be someone behind him.

Now let's see if the people behind him can sit still.

At this time, Wan Fang's wife also arrived.

Before Bai Ze left, he opened the defense formation in the interrogation room, just in case.

But even so, Chen Heng was still worried, and asked Feng Yi to add another layer of formation.

A few people came to the next meeting room, where Wan Fang's wife Fang Yun was wiping tears.

Seeing everyone coming, he quickly stood up, "Everyone, what happened to my Lao Wan?"

"Hehe, it's been three years since I got divorced, and you still miss him. If you want me to say, don't miss him like this."

Fang Yun was unhappy when he heard Bai Ze's words.

"I said you, what do you mean? The matter of our couple has nothing to do with you."

"A couple? Aren't you divorced?"

Bai Ze picked up the documents in his hand and checked again.

"In the past three years, he hasn't contacted you once. Are you too infatuated, or is there something else hidden?"