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Hearing the sudden knock on the door, Wang Sheng was taken aback, subconsciously put down the cat and stood up.

He didn't open the door directly, but raised his voice and asked, "Who?"

An old and familiar voice came from the other side of the wooden door.

"Does a young gentleman named Wang Sheng live here?"

Wang Sheng felt that the voice was extremely familiar, and he was a little puzzled in his mind. After hesitating for a moment, he went to open the door.

Standing behind the door was a pudgy old man who turned out to be Boss Li from Dingxi Town.

He still looks the same, with the soft flesh on his cheeks drooping slightly, and with the corners of his mouth pursed, he looks somewhat sad.

But as soon as he saw Wang Sheng, Boss Li's face became brighter, and he smiled happily and said, "It's really you."

Like an old man who saw that his younger generation was finally promising, Boss Li let out a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that you have been doing well since you left Dingxi Town."

It seems that he saw Boss Li on the nearby streets a few days ago was not his illusion. The other party really moved from Dingxi Town to Jiangcheng, but he didn't know how he found it.

Wang Sheng was full of words and didn't know where to start asking. He also smiled when he heard the words, and simply turned half of his body to signal: "It's okay, please come in and sit down."

Boss Li quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I just saw you nearby that day. I asked around a bit, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Wang Sheng was always grateful to the other party for helping him when he was in the most difficult time, and when he saw this, he hurriedly said: "It's all here, let's come in and have a cup of tea."

Boss Li turned around and stopped as he was about to leave. He hesitated for a while before smiling and said, "That's right, everyone is here."

After leading the other party into the room, Wang Sheng hurriedly turned around to get the newly bought tea from the cabinet.

Fortunately, when he went shopping last time, he bought a very beautiful tea set in an arty manner. He originally planned to put it at home as a decoration to collect dust, but who would have thought that it would actually stimulate Jiang Xun's hidden skills.

The other party is actually very proficient in tea art, and they don't know when they learned it. Sometimes when the two of them have nothing to do in the afternoon, they will take the initiative to order tea for Wang Sheng.

Jiang Xun has slender fingers and an outstanding temperament. Every step of brewing loose tea is smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Wang Sheng watched it a few times, and he could barely remember some steps, but he had never actually operated it, and it seemed a bit stumbling, not smooth, and had nothing to do with appearance.

Boss Li sat across from him and knew his actual level at a glance, and said with a smile: "I haven't made these elegant things for a long time. When I am old, I am busier than when I was young."

He stretched out his hand to Wang Sheng: "Why don't you let me try."

Wang Sheng knew that his skills were not up to the mark, so he was not annoyed. He simply handed over the sovereignty over the use of tea sets, and said with a smile, "I don't like to do these things on weekdays. It's true that I can't brew them well."

Boss Li calmly put the tea foam into the tea bowl, lowered his head and said, "These are just for killing time."

Wang Sheng didn't expect that Boss Li was also very proficient in this way, and the priority of the movements changed according to the different steps. It seemed that he was a veteran here.

Sitting dry is also sitting, so Wang Sheng simply got up again to get some snacks.

When he came back with the tray, the room was filled with the quiet fragrance of tea, and Boss Li also entered the final step.

The clear and mellow tea soup pours into the glazed tea bowl like a silver thread.

Boss Li pushed the brewed tea towards him: "This is the first bowl, which can be called "meaningful". The later ones are not worth drinking."

Hearing what he said, Wang Sheng felt awe in his heart, quickly and carefully picked up the exquisite tea bowl and blew it, and asked casually, "Boss Li, why did you come to Jiangcheng suddenly? This is really a coincidence."

When Wang Sheng took a closer look, he could still find that Boss Li seemed to be getting older, and even the lines on his face were a little darker.

His wrinkled eyes drooped slightly, staring at the unpacked tea set on the table and said: "Not long after you left, there were several murders in Dingxi Town, and some people disappeared. The government couldn't find anything, but it was difficult for me to stay." Don't worry, just move to Jiangcheng."

Unexpectedly, it was this reason, Wang Sheng touched the rim of the cup in embarrassment, and quickly poured a sip of tea into his mouth.As a result, because I drank too fast, I didn't taste any taste, but it made my tongue feel hot and numb.

"hiss."

He took a deep breath and put down the teacup.

Boss Li raised his head at this moment, and stared at him with a very cold and strange look.

"It's one of them."

For some reason, Wang Sheng felt a sense of disobedience in his heart, and before he had time to think, he heard the old man on the other side continue talking.

"Secondly, it's to find someone."

Wang Sheng's ominous premonition became more and more intense. Alarm bells rang in his heart, and just as he was about to summon the SSR, he suddenly felt a shaking in front of his eyes, and his whole body was as light as a gust of wind, and he almost fell out of his body.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the teacup placed on the table.

It's a pity that it was too late at this time. The last scene Wang Sheng saw was a blurry figure gradually approaching.

And in the next second, he was dragged into endless darkness.

The white wrist fell limply, knocking on the corner of the table with no slight force.

The black wooden bead string collided with a hard object, making a light rattling sound.

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In a dark and humid dense forest, the trees in the forest are extremely tall, and countless branches and leaves grow wantonly layer upon layer, blocking most of the sunlight.

It was still daytime, but the three people in the forest seemed to be in a long night.

It was dark all around, but Jiang Xun was not affected by the darkness.

He flicked the blood off the tip of the knife expressionlessly, and there were people scattered all over the ground around him.

It may look scary at first glance, but in fact, if you get closer, you can find that the chests of those people are still rising and falling, and they have not lost their lives.

One of them still had the strength to speak, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s, with a slight beard.

His voice was hoarse and intermittent, he coughed and said, "Young Master, why bother... All these years, the Lord has been thinking of you every day..."

There was no other look on Jiang Xun's face at all, and he was not touched by the other party's words at all, but turned his head and said to the ghost face beside him.

"Let's go."

At this time, the mask on Ghost Face's face had completely disappeared, and he still looked a bit ghostly and pale, but his spirit was very excited.

He nodded, and carefully adjusted his posture, trying to make the person on his back more comfortable.

Tu Yue was being carried behind him frowning, his face was a little pale, but his lips were bright red. He was injured a little before, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.

Obviously successfully rescued the person, but Jiang Xun's face became more and more cold.

The inexplicable restlessness and anxiety in his heart made people anxious. He actually regretted it a little now. He shouldn't have left Wang Sheng in Jiangcheng.

Since he practiced and entered the Tao, most of the time he can keep his mind as calm as water, and he doesn't often feel restless like ordinary people.

Mood fluctuations for no reason, like an ominous omen, made Jiang Xun feel a little irritable.

In a state of confusion, he didn't even notice what the man who fell on the ground said. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the ghost face, he hurriedly put away the knife and prepared to return to Jiangcheng.

At this moment, Jiang Xun's face suddenly turned pale, and his footsteps stopped.

The ghost face on the side was stunned, and before he had time to react, Jiang Xun turned around suddenly with a frosty complexion, stretched out his hand and directly lifted the middle-aged man who fell beside him.

"Where is he?"

His voice was unprecedentedly serene, although it still sounded calm, but this calmness made people frightened, like a raging river under the ice, ready to devour someone at any time.

The middle-aged man held by Jiang Xun had a contented smile on his face: "It seems that the Lord has fulfilled his wish..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by blood gushing from his neck.

The middle-aged man stretched out his palm to cover the cut in his throat, but he couldn't stop the flow of life.

But in just a few seconds, he convulsed and died.

"bump."

The middle-aged man's body was thrown casually on the ground, and a pitch-black sharp blade was inserted into the next person's neck, scraping the flesh.

"I'll ask again, where is he?"

The man raised his head in panic, but bumped into a pair of bottomless black pupils. He was like an animal seeing a natural enemy, and he was shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly, he seemed to see a pair of eyes that gradually turned scarlet. s eyes.

The silent and restrained beast finally opened its sharp claws.

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This is a dilapidated and old house.

The walls are mottled and peeling off, and there is a dilapidated and old feeling everywhere, even the wood on the window lattice is almost rotten.

Half of the outer wall has even been destroyed by external forces, and the ground is covered with broken bricks and tiles. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a place where people can live.

But at this moment, there was a sound of gentle footsteps, and the visitor bypassed the scattered gravel and the smashed gate plaque, and walked towards the depths without any haste.

"My lord, people have already been sent in."

A chubby old man bowed his waist and said humbly, if Wang Sheng was here, he would definitely recognize that this person was that "Boss Li".

The room directly opposite him should be the most decent room in the house.

Although it still looks a bit old, it is obvious that there are traces of careful arrangement.

A gentle and smiling voice came from inside.

"Thanks to you this time, Uncle Li."

"If you hadn't had a relationship with him, I'm afraid we'd have to lose some people this time."

Hearing this praise, Uncle Li's cheeks couldn't help twitching, he closed his eyes and replied numbly and mechanically: "I don't know what else the Lord wants?" Just looking at it is enough."

"I have been lurking for many years, and finally I have waited for such a day. It can be seen that a moment of prosperity does not explain anything. Just like the Xie family, even if it was once in prosperity, it cannot withstand the fate of failure."

"And only patience is the only secret to victory."

The people inside seemed eager to share his joy of approaching success, and they were talking to themselves rather than talking to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li still hung his head, his expression unchanged, and he didn't make a sound or respond.

The person inside had no one to cater to, and gradually lost the desire/desire to continue talking, and let Uncle Li leave without interest.

"Yes."

Uncle Li bowed towards the door without being surprised, just like when he came, and left without a sound.

He was only wearing a gray cloth robe, with gray and dry hair, and his back looked particularly desolate and desolate.

The people in the room let out a soft and short sneer.

"If no one is available..."

He didn't say any more, and stretched out another index finger to tap lightly on the table.

This finger is white and slender, like green bamboo.At the root of the finger is a black finger with a brilliance and restraint, which further sets off the white skin of his hand as if it can reflect light.

The finger owner's voice was soft and playful, as if he was just making a harmless joke.

"Everything is ready, and the east wind has entered the urn."

at the same time.

Wang Sheng opened his eyes in the darkness.

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