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Supported by Fu Jin, Fang Xia slowly got off Zou Wumang's back.

The condition of his waist is not very serious, the main reason is that the backache caused last night has not been relieved. Just after he shoveled Zou Wumang, he forcibly twisted his body in the posture of a sliding shovel and did not grasp the strength. He turned his head and stretched. The ligaments on the waist are broken.Fu Jin pushed and kneaded him for a while, and then recovered.

"Is it better?" Fu Jin lowered his head and asked Fang Xia, who was leaning in his arms with his arms around his waist, and asked in a low voice.

"It's much better." Fang Xia let go of Fu Jin and tried to straighten her waist. It felt a little sore, but the pain of being twisted was no longer there. "It should be fine."

Fang Xia jumped up and down on the spot, but was held down by Fu Jin, "Don't move around, take care of it for two days, and see a doctor if you have any problems."

"I thought it was all right, how can you be so delicate?" Fang Xia retorted with a mutter.

"You still need to pay attention to sprains." Fu Jin helped Fang Xia straighten her sweat-drenched hair, with a gentle tone, but the meaning in the words obviously could not be refuted.

"Understood." Fang Xia blew on the short hair hanging from his forehead, turned around and walked towards Zou Wumang.

After Zou Wumang got up from the ground, he didn't try to escape, because he knew he couldn't escape.

He is not a very powerful figure in the mystical circle, but he is also a warlock who has dealt with ghosts all the year round. The first time he met Fu Jin in the wooden tower, he didn't realize it. Now he was forced to run out of the tower by the other party. Such a long time is enough for him to judge what the opponent is - it is a ghost, a ghost that can only transform into a body.It is impossible for him to escape from this level of ghosts.

Zou Wumang sat on the steps from the back door of the wooden pagoda, looking at Fang Xia who was walking towards him with a gloomy expression, the scars on the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, showing his hostility.

Fang Xia stood still in front of Zou Wumang, put his hands in his pockets, looked at him condescendingly, and asked, "What is the relationship between your Xuanyong Sect and the Ghost Sect?"

"Our Xuanyong Sect has nothing to do with the Ghost Sect." Zou Wumang raised his eyelids, glanced at Geng Shudan beside Fang Xia, and sneered, "No matter how many times I say it, your family won't believe it. Anyway, it has been determined that we have something to do with the ghost sect."

"Your uncle Wang Tonglin has contacts with Su Wen, the patriarch of the Su family, and Su Wen has a close relationship with people from the Ghost Sect. You say that your Xuanyong Sect has nothing to do with the Ghost Sect. believe."

"If you want to add a crime, why bother?"

"Your sect also communicates frequently with the Su family in F City. Most of the Su family's rituals are sought by your Xuanyong sect." Fang Xia continued.

"The Su family is a wealthy merchant family in F City, so they have a long-term cooperation with our Xuanyong faction?"

Fang Xia frowned, feeling that it was basically impossible to ask something from Zou Wumang's mouth.His attitude was very firm, without any wavering or guilty conscience, either he was tight-lipped, or he really didn't know anything.

"Your school is looking for sacrificial stones?" Fang Xia changed the question, "What are you looking for for sacrificial stones?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"The person who asked you to find it didn't tell you what you were looking for, right?" Fang Xia kicked Zou Wumang's foot with his toe.

Zou Wumang turned his head away and refused to continue talking to Fang Xia.

Fang Xia bent down and reached out to grab Zou Wumang's trouser pocket.

"what are you doing?!"

Zou Wumang held down his trouser pocket, raised his eyes and stared at Fang Xia, at the same time, Fang Xia was picked up from the ground by Fu Jin's armpit from behind.

Fu Jin took a cool look at Zou Wumang, then lowered his head to meet Shang Xia's gaze, "What are you pulling his pants for? Hmm?"

"I didn't do anything, I just looked for the magic weapon on his body." Fang Xia looked inexplicably, and looked for the magic weapon from Zou Wumang. His jacket has no pockets, only two trouser pockets.

"His magic weapon is here with me, I'll get it for you." Fu Jin let go of Fang Xia, took out a stack of small trapezoidal copper pieces threaded together from his pocket, and handed it to Fang Xia.

Zou Wumang's complexion changed, he touched his pocket, and found that there was no magic weapon for raising ghosts left with him, and he had no idea when his magic weapon was taken away by the ghost.

"You are so considerate." Fang Xia took the small trapezoidal copper piece that Fu Jin handed him, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then turned her head and said to Geng Shudan, "Okay, I'm done asking, I'll leave it to you .”

"What? You still want to detain me?" Zou Wumang looked at Geng Shudan, "It's not that no one knows that I came to Xushui Town. Aren't you afraid that sects and aristocratic families will all open fire?"

"It's not such a simple matter for sects and aristocratic families to open fire in an all-round way." Geng Shudan shook his head, "Don't think that your sect is really a high-minded person, as long as they don't want to start a war, even if something happens to you, they will pretend Tsukuru doesn’t know, he won’t make any moves, don’t believe it. Of course, I just want to invite you to our Geng’s house for a few days, and I have no intention of detaining you.”

Zou Wumang snorted coldly, and scoffed at Geng Shudan's statement.

Geng Shudan ignored Zou Wumang, but turned to look at Fu Jin, and asked, "Mr. Fu Jin, did you find any sacrificial stones on the top of the pagoda?"

"Yes, I almost forgot, are there any sacrificial stones in this wooden pagoda?" Fang Xia followed up and asked.

Fu Jin glanced down at Fang Xia, nodded slightly, "Yes."

Geng Shudan turned around and looked up at the top of the tower, "Then we must get the sacrificial stone as soon as possible."

"How to get it? Steal it directly?" Fang Xia asked, "The things in this tower are considered cultural relics and antiques, right? If you steal it directly, you will be wanted?"

"It's enough for the Geng family to contact the relevant departments and ask them to bring that thing to us."

"So simple?" Fang Xia didn't quite believe it.

"Sacrificial stones are magic tools, belonging to the mystical circle. Those cultural relics departments keep them, and they will only lead to disasters in the end. They have learned from this kind of thing, and finally decided to hand over the things in the mysterious art circle to the mysterious art circle." Geng Shudan paused for a moment, glanced at Zou Wumang, and then continued to explain to Fang Xia, "Once they find something like a sacrificial stone, they will ask the four major families first. If someone from the four major families takes over the custody, then It will be kept by members of the four major families, and if you can’t find someone else who is famous in the mystical circle.”

Fang Xia suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Zou Wumang belonged to the top disciples of the thirteen sects of the five sects and six sects, so he had to sneak into the pagoda late at night.If the Xuanyong faction wanted to apply for the custody of the sacrificial stone, the sacrificial stone would be sent to the four major families first, and there was no chance of getting it.

Geng Shudan contacted the Geng family, and the Geng family came the next day.

The Geng family came in two batches. The first batch that came at noon took away Zou Wumang first.The second batch came at noon, together with the leaders of the cultural relics management department, and Geng Zhongzhi was among them.

As soon as Geng Chongzhi and his party arrived, they immediately went to the wooden pagoda to check the situation, and Fang Xia followed along with Fu Jin.

The decayed stairs in the tower were damaged a lot by Zou Wumang last night. The mayor received the notice at noon and asked someone to fix the steps with scaffolding on the collapsed part, and strengthened the undamaged parts , if you walk carefully, you can barely support people to go up.

Considering the load-bearing capacity of the wooden tower stairs, not everyone was allowed to go up.Those who went up were Geng Zhongzhi and one of the Geng family members he brought, Geng Shudan, a leader of the cultural relics management department, Fang Xia and Fu Jin.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of wooden stairs, a group of people walked to the top of the wooden tower.The sun has not yet set, and the top floor of the wooden tower is as hot as a steamer.No one has cleaned it for a long time, and the air is full of floating dust.

The top floor area of ​​the wooden tower is the smallest among all the tower floors, but on this floor, there is only a black lacquered solid wood incense table, and there is nothing else, but it looks much more spacious than other tower floors.

Geng Chongzhi walked directly towards the incense table in the center, followed by the others, and Fang Xia also followed.

The incense table is not big, and the countertop is about the size of an ordinary student's desk.There is a thick layer of dust on it, and there is a shrine in the middle, and inside the shrine is a tablet with the name of the owner of the tablet written on it.It's just that the font is not modern, and it is so old that the words written in lacquer have become blurred, and it is impossible to make out what is written.

"It is rumored that this is the tablet of a general in ancient times, but it is impossible to verify who it is. The older generation in the town has passed down that the tablet of this general must be enshrined in this tower, so we have a look. , and didn’t do it without authorization. Since there are words handed down, maybe the descendants of this general are still in Xushui Town, and it’s not good for us to take other people’s tablets.” After the introduction, the leader of the cultural relics management department scanned the incense table After walking around, he turned his head and asked, "It seems that there is no sacrificial stone you are looking for..."

On the incense table, apart from the shrine, there is nothing else on it, let alone anything like a stone.

Fang Xia turned her head to look at Fu Jin behind her. Fu Jin saw the sweat on the tip of Fang Xia's nose, and stepped forward to let him touch her.

The coolness coming from Fu Jin made Fang Xia squint his eyes comfortably, and then asked in a low voice, "What about the sacrificial stone?"

"It's right in front of the shrine." Fu Jin looked at the tablet on the incense table, paused for a while before continuing to Xia Xia, "There is a formation on the incense table, you can see the outline at night, and you can see it during the day." No. If you want to get the sacrificial stone, you have to break the formation first."

While Fu Jin was speaking, the Geng family brought by Geng Zhongzhi had already started to check the incense table - that person was Geng Zhongzhi who specially brought the method of breaking the formation after hearing about the method of hiding the sacrificial stone.

After a long time, that Geng family member pushed away from the incense table and shook his head at Geng Zhongzhi.

Geng Zhongzhi frowned, and said to the leader of the cultural relics management department: "I'm going to find the person who broke the formation, please come back with us in two days."

A group of people went down from the top of the tower. In order to ensure that the sacrificial stones would not be stolen, Geng Zhongzhi went to arrange for the Geng family members he brought with him to patrol and watch the night with the town police.

Fang Xia stood in a corner, looked at those busy people, raised one hand, stretched out his finger, and poked Fu Jin's waist.

Fu Jin grabbed Fang Xia's hand, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know the owner of the tablet on the top of the tower?" Fang Xia asked, "I see you have been looking at that tablet."

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Fu Jin: You still need to pay attention to sprains.

Fang Xia: Well, the waist is very important.

Geng Shudan: Cough cough cough!