Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Old Wu's serious expression confused Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling.

Why not let him live in the town... oh no, why can he barely live, but Wang Ding can't?

After Bian Jiangling asked this question, Chrysanthemum Face Old Wu sighed.

"Because this son is so good-looking, he is very dangerous."

Bian Jiangling: "..."

Dare to feel that he looks very safe... Why does he feel discriminated against?

"Uncle Wu, what's going on?" Seeing Bian Jiangling's hurt expression, Wang Ding asked proactively.

Old Wu held the door and looked around, "It's not convenient to talk outside, so come in first."

Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling looked at each other and exchanged ideas: I don't know what the situation is, go in and have a look first.

The lobby of the small inn is not considered a "big" hall, it is so narrow that only four chairs can be placed in it.

Walking in is like being sucked into a black hole, everything is black, if it is not for the sharp eyes and ears of martial arts practitioners, I am afraid that I will hit the corner of the table after walking a few steps.

Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling sat in front of the table closest to the door, Old Wu took out the tablecloth at his waist and wiped the table swiftly, apologetically saying: "Business is not good today, so I didn't light a candle. You two wait a moment, I will light the lamp right away."

After the hunched figure of old Wu disappeared in the lobby, Wang Ding asked in a low voice, "This old Wu is the boss? Why isn't there even a guy here?"

"It's a big place here, do you still need a buddy?" Bian Jiangling skillfully turned the upside-down teacup over, rinsed it with the water from the teapot, poured two cups of tea, and pushed one of them in front of Wang Ding, " Lao Wu is sixty this year, and used to be a husband-and-wife shop. The old woman passed away two years ago, and he doesn’t have any children. Now this shop is just him and a cook.”

"So that's how it is." It's no wonder that the shop is so dilapidated without a woman cleaning it, Wang Ding said with a smile, "If you weren't familiar with it, I really thought it was a black shop."

"Black shop?" Bian Jiangling took a sip of tea and laughed, "If you dare to hack my shop, you can only say that his life is too long."

Wang Ding also laughed, and it is true, Bian Jiangling is a foolish dessert emotionally, but he has a lot of experience in the world, plus his martial arts is strong, he can tell whether it is a black shop at a glance.

While talking, Old Wu walked over from the inner hall with a candlestick in his hand.

Although there is only a little bit of sesame flame, it is better than nothing.

He put the candlestick on the table and sat down by himself.

——From these details, it can be seen that he is indeed acquainted with Bian Jiangling.

"Old Wu, what happened in your town? Why is the street deserted and deserted, and there is no one in your inn to drink tea and chat? And why did you ask my friend not to live in the town?"

As soon as Old Wu sat down, Bian Jiangling asked questions like a cannonball.

"In our town, there's a flower picker." Old Wu frowned, "If Dr. Zhao and I at the pharmacy hadn't had children, we wouldn't dare to open the door for business."

No wonder this inn and the pharmacy in front of it are the only shops open in the whole town.

The Flower Picker?

Wouldn't it be arresting people to go to double cultivation again?

Wang Ding glanced at Bian Jiangling, who seemed to have the same doubts as him.

Could it be that the evil method of double cultivation has recently become popular in this arena?

"Someone specifically abducts boys and girls?" Wang Ding asked.

Old Wu shook his head, "Didn't take him away, this flower picker sneaked into other people's bedrooms late at night, and then slipped away after that."

Bian Jiangling: "..."

Wang Ding: "..."

This is obviously not double cultivation, nor is it murder for money, it is pure robbery.

After Boss Wu's narration, they also understood the whole process.

Since this month, incidents of young men and women sleeping at home but losing consciousness and then being raped and defiled have happened one after another in the town. The victim only saw a masked man in night clothes jumping in from the window, and had no time to react. Before he could call for help, he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found that he was naked, felt pain in his lower body and body, and showed signs of being violated.

Moreover, this flower-picking thief is very strange, he is not shy about raw and cold, and he eats both men and women. He goes up to the landlords, outsiders, and down to ordinary people. As long as they are juicy, he will not let them go. He also specializes in picking flowers of virgins. without a trace.

In the past month or so, no less than ten boys and girls from families in the town have been victimized. The whole town is in panic now, with doors and windows closed in broad daylight.

"But it's of no use, is it?"

Wang Ding interjected, the landlord's family must be a wealthy family with many housekeepers and nursing homes, but the children in the family still suffered, which proves that this person has martial arts—at least light martial arts is very good.

"Isn't that right? The old Wang's house at the head of the village nailed all the windows, so they went in anyway." Old Wu gritted his teeth with hatred when he said that, "He ruined so many children, what should they do!"

Bian Jiangling said: "In this case, we can't leave."

"That's right." Wang Ding took a sip of tea, "I've seen a lot of sex and demons, this time I'm here to meet this flower picker who comes and goes without a trace."

Old Wu was shocked: "It's too dangerous for you to do this. Several of the children who were victimized were learning martial arts with Thunderbolt Gate, but they were still... I advise you, you should hurry up and leave before it is dark."

"Thunderbolt Gate?" Wang Ding whispered, why hadn't he heard of this little sect.

Old Wu explained: "Pilimen is the only Jianghu sect within a radius of [-] miles. Several children in the town learn martial arts inside and become outer disciples."

Bian Jiangling gave Wang Ding a "you understand" look, and Wang Ding suddenly realized that this should be a cannon fodder sect that is not even as good as a third-rate sect like the Kongtong Sect.

"You said, those children who were learning martial arts were also murdered. I think that adulterer is very powerful, so I won't keep you. Let's go." Old Wu was a little anxious, and got up to urge them to leave quickly.

Bian Jiangling stopped him, "Old Wu, go and get us two side dishes and a catty of sorghum wine. We've been hungry all afternoon and haven't eaten yet."

Old Wu was in a hurry, "It's time to eat, I'll bring you some dry food, you can eat on the way."

"No," Wang Ding said leisurely, "Boss Wu, don't worry about it. What we need most now is to rest and eat. As for the rest, we have our own concerns."

Seeing that the two of them had no intention of leaving, Boss Wu could only sigh that he knew the danger and did not avoid it, but wanted to go up to it instead, what two foolish boys, hey.

Boss Wu worriedly went to the back kitchen to get food for them. Wang Ding asked Bian Jiangling, "What kind of route do you think this flower picker is?"

Bian Jiangling put down his teacup, "Knowledge in martial arts, not very high in martial arts, but not bad in lightness kung fu, relying on obscene things like obsession and incense can succeed every time."

Wang Ding nodded, "I agree with me, so let's take a chance tonight?"

Bian Jiangling: "That's exactly what I mean."

This kind of pervert can be punished by everyone, and it is considered unlucky for him to meet the two of them today.

The author has something to say: You are all too smart and hot, let the straight and warm man right protector hug you and hold you high 2333

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