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Taking a closer look, Fu Zheng's face was indeed carved out of the same mold as this face.

After being confused for a moment, Liang Er greeted obediently: "Hello, Uncle Fu."

Fu Mingyi was startled, and hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't, don't, don't call me that, just call me old Fu."

Liang Er felt that it was not very polite. Although he had lived for 500 years, he still looked like a young man now.

So, Liang Er insisted: "I'd better call you Uncle Fu, so as not to be suspicious."

"It's not a matter of suspicion..." Fu Mingyi suddenly stopped, and asked after a while, "You don't know yet, do you?"

"Know what?" Liang Er was puzzled.

Fu Mingyi looked at Liang Er in surprise, and laughed again after a while, a little bit maliciously: "It's okay, I like people calling me old Fu, so let's just decide."

Liang Er: "...Okay."

"Is the meeting over? Jiu... Where's your brother Jiu?" Fu Mingyi changed the subject.

Liang Er shook his head: "Not yet."

Fu Mingyi also shook his head and muttered, "What do you have to say to those people? Long-winded..."

Liang Er deeply felt the same: "Ninth brother is just too good-tempered."

He forgot that when he first met Shang Yin, he also felt that the other party had a grudge.

Fu Mingyi looked at Liang Er, hesitated for a moment, and called out his name directly: "Liang Er, follow me to find Fu Zheng."

"Ah?" Liang Er became nervous, "What's wrong with Brother Fu?"

The corner of Fu Mingyi's mouth twitched, and he said: "He found... the enemy's trail this afternoon, so he chased him out, and he hasn't come back yet."

"Traces of the enemy?" Liang Er frowned, "Who is it?"

Could it be Lin Xiaolin?

"A gray wolf." Fu Mingyi said.

"Ji Jia!" Liang Er jumped up, "Go! Go!"

Fu Mingyi looked energetic, but he couldn't walk: "Slow down, wait for me, old man!"

"Why are you not in a hurry?" Liang Er stopped and waited for him helplessly, "Is Fu Zheng your son?"

Fu Mingyi was upset: "If this face can't prove it, I still have his birth certificate in my phone, do you want to see it?"

He said, and really went to check the phone.

Looking at his movements, Liang Er didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I believe, don't flip it over, let's go."

Only then did Fu Mingyi give up, and dragged Liang Er by the hem of his clothes and walked forward.

Liang Er had no choice but to pull back from time to time and ask Fu Zheng in which direction he left.

The two headed south all the way, and when they were halfway up the mountain, Liang Er suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Fu Mingyi asked.

Liang Er twisted some fine sand from the rose petals beside him, and watched carefully.

"What is this?" Fu Mingyi asked again.

"It's okay." Liang Er straightened up, "I want to see if there are any clues... I didn't see anything."

After walking for a few more minutes, Fu Mingyi didn't know which direction to go: "The mark is broken here, it's probably nearby."

Liang Er looked around, at a loss.

Fu Mingyi also looked at it, and pointed in a direction: "It looks more like a place where people can hide."

"Let's go." Liang Er nodded.

The two walked for a while, but the enemy didn't see it, but saw a destroyed nursery.

Liang Er was furious: "Who did it?!"

"What's wrong?" Fu Mingyi was startled.

"My ginseng!" Liang Er roared, and ran to the depths of the woods.

Fu Mingyi smiled lightly and followed in.

"Ah!" Soon after, a scream came from the depths of the woods.

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Shang Yin was discussing with Mi Xuesong a set of fire scenes, when he suddenly felt a fluster without warning.

"Then use special effects, it's really not easy to shoot." Mi Xuesong finally compromised, but when he looked up, he found Shang Yin's face was ugly, and he was shocked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I..." Shang Yin touched his heart, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm not feeling well, why don't we do it today?"

"Okay." Knowing that he has always been in poor health, Mi Xuesong was anxious, "Don't be acclimatized? Have a good rest. There are doctors in the village. If it doesn't work, call the doctor."

Shang Yin agreed, and hastily left the meeting room.

It was already dark, and the small village was not like a big city. There were no street lights, only a little yellow light from the doors and windows of the farmhouses, and the road could not be seen clearly.

Shang Yin hurriedly walked towards the house where he was staying, and just as he walked outside the courtyard, a figure suddenly popped out.

Shang Yin was taken aback and thought it was Liang Er who was being naughty, but just as he was about to relax, he realized it was Fu Zheng.

"Ancestor, you are finally back." Fu Zheng rubbed his numb legs, complaining a bit in his tone.

"What's going on?" Shang Yin looked around, "Why are you squatting here? Why don't you go into the house?"

"The master won't let me in." Fu Zheng was very depressed, "Why are you not here, and you won't let me in anyway. Do I look like a bad guy? It's obvious that I'm a loyal and honest good guy..."

Shang Yin felt something was wrong, so he didn't have time to listen to his slander: "Where is Liang Er?"

"Huh?" Fu Zheng also felt something was wrong, "Didn't he go out with you? Are you not together?"

"He left a long time ago." Shang Yin was a little panicked.

"Don't worry, he knows a lot of people in this place, maybe he's going somewhere to catch up, you can call him and ask." Fu Zheng asked Shang Yin to call, and he went to ask the owner himself.

But no one saw Liang Er, and Shang Yin couldn't make a call—not in the service area.

Not in the service area, which means that he must not be in the village, and probably went to Qiyue Mountain.

Shang Yin reached out to get the spirit armor, but Fu Zheng quickly stopped him: "Don't use your power indiscriminately at this time, come with me, I have a solution."

Fu Zheng took Shang Yin to an unremarkable small brick house. After knocking on the door, an old man came out.

The old man was startled when he saw Shang Yin, and saluted him very respectfully, but instead of saying hello, he looked at Fu Zheng: "Mr. Fu."

"You guys are more disciplined." Fu Zheng muttered before asking, "Uncle Chen, have you seen Liang Er? By the way, do you know Liang Er?"

"I know you, I see you." Uncle Chen nodded.

Just as Fu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, Shang Yin couldn't wait to ask, "Where did he go?"

Uncle Chen looked at them and asked strangely, "Didn't you leave with Mr. Fu?"

"Old man?" Fu Zheng was taken aback, "When? Are you sure you read it right?"

"I must have read it right." Uncle Chen thought for a while, "Around six o'clock in the afternoon."

"Why is the old man looking for Liang Er? Which direction are they going?" Fu Zheng's expression also changed.

"I don't know anything about it." Uncle Chen pointed to Fang Zhifang, "Over there."

Shang Yin turned around and left.

Fu Zheng hurriedly followed: "Wait a minute."

Shang Yin stopped, but his face was clearly impatient.

"At six o'clock, I was still with the old man." Fu Zheng looked solemn, "The one Liang Er saw was fake."

Shang Yin's pupils shrank suddenly: "Where is Old Fu now?"

"He has been guarding the elixir in the secret room." Fu Zheng said, "I can't pull it out."

Shang Yin changed direction, but just as he took a step, Fu Zheng stopped him: "Where do you want to go?"

"I'll ask Old Fu myself," Shang Yin said.

"You're so smart, can't you see it?" Fu Zheng was helpless, "If I'm not wrong, someone should be watching secretly, just wait for us to go to the secret room and show them the way."

Shang Yin pursed his lips, and slowly pulled Fu Zheng's hand away: "I can't leave you alone."

Fu Zheng looked at his extremely firm back, paused for two seconds before following him, and couldn't help muttering: "I have never seen someone so stupid as jumping into a trap knowing that there is a trap. After staying for hundreds of years, where is it so easy to have an accident..."

"Shut up!" Shang Yin suddenly squatted down by the roadside, staring at a dog's tail grass in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Fu Zheng also squatted down, but he didn't see anything special about the grass.

Shang Yin wiped an invisible spot of red from the blade of grass, and said, "This is the mark left by Liang Er."

Fu Zheng looked at his fingers and felt blind: "I can't see what kind of mark it is."

"This is the powder made from ginseng berries." Shang Yin stood up straight, his eyes darkened a bit, "Liang Er has berries with her, so..."

"So he knows that person is fake?" Fu Zheng reacted and was puzzled, "Then why did he go with him?"

Why, it's just that she is too courageous and wants to use her tricks.

However, since Liang Er has already become vigilant, it is better than being cheated ignorantly.

Moreover, there is no need to go to the secret room.

Shang Yin continued to move forward. He had just reached the foot of the mountain when he suddenly heard footsteps, as if there were heavy objects being dragged on the ground.

Shang Yin gestured to Fu Zheng, and the two quickly hid behind a big tree.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Fu Zheng had already raised his hand, concentrating on his guard.

A figure ran down the hillside quickly, dragging something in his hand.

"Then... is it Liang Er?" Fu Zheng was a little silly.

The person who ran down from the hillside was Liang Er. His face was covered with sweat, and he dragged a big snake aggressively. The snake seemed to be unconscious and showed no resistance.

Shang Yin recognized Liang Er before Fu Zheng, but he suddenly let go of his heart, and his legs were a little weak.

As soon as Fu Zheng opened his mouth, Shang Yin came back to his senses and ran out from behind the tree: "Liang Er!"

The running figure stopped immediately, and after seeing clearly that it was Shang Yin, he quickly threw away the things in his hand, and threw himself into Shang Yin's arms like an arrow from the string.

"Brother Nine! There are monsters!" Liang Er wrapped his hands and feet around Shang Yin's body, screaming, "It's so scary! The baby is scared to death! Woooooo..."

Fu Zheng walked over silently, and picked up the big snake that was tortured to the brink of death.

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