The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

What classical Chinese knows is beyond Xia Yu's imagination.

Not only did he know who the Ling Office hired him to find, but he also knew what it was for.

"About the matter you want to investigate, I can only tell you one thing, that is, your guess is correct." Wen Yan spat out a sip of tea, and said lightly, "This is a catastrophe that concerns the entire spiritual world. Almost all the big spirit beasts have been wiped out."

Like Nightmare, Bai Ze, and... soul beasts.

There are also many races that they don't know about, which perish silently and disappear into this world.

Xia Yu couldn't help but ask him: "Then do you know who is behind the scenes?"

Wen Yan nodded: "I can't say."

Zhu Junyang explained for him: "He knows a lot, but also has a lot of restrictions."

The big future is doomed, and the small future can still be changed. He said he couldn't say it, but the biggest possibility is that this matter is related to the future direction of the whole world.

So he couldn't and didn't dare to act rashly.

If a butterfly flaps its wings, it will cause a tornado, not to mention the present where a proud man like Zhu Junyang is involved.

The classical Chinese said: "I will try my best to help you find someone. You need to find out how to do it yourself."

Xia Yu raised her hand and asked, "Then what's the use of asking you?"

This is a good question, and there is no fuck in classical Chinese.

Xia Yu continued to press: "So a few million is worth these few words?"

Classical language: "I..."

"Pfft." Yao Wenjing laughed, "Don't (four beeps) bully him in Nagada, didn't you (four beeps) listen to a word, the secret must not be leaked."

Xia Yu stuck out her tongue and leaned on her chin to read classical Chinese: "I'll ask one last question, what is the ending of this matter?"

The air became extremely quiet in an instant, and everyone watched Wen Yan eagerly, waiting for his next words.

The focus of everyone's eyes took a deep breath and said slowly, "Sorry...I...can't see."

"Why did this happen?" Xia Yu asked.

Classical Chinese: "The future I can see is always changing. For a while, it is a human purgatory full of corpses, and for a while, it is a scene where the spirit world is flourishing."

That's why he didn't dare to remind too much, fearing that the worst result would be caused by his own participation.

Zhu Junyang concluded: "In this way, there must be a key point that will lead to uncertainty in the future."

Wen Yan said: "I can't see this either."

Xia Yu: "..." What's the use of you.

Wen Yan grinned at her: "Anyway, the money is already in hand."

Xia Yu: "..." How frank.

……

Although classical Chinese is really useless, he can give them a general idea——

The four gods fell, and almost all their clansmen were wiped out, but there was still one alive.

These people who are left behind are the focus of finding out the truth.

Zhu Junyang was right, they had to find the remaining people.

After spending a few days in Lingling Hotel, there was finally another message from above.

After untold hardships, they finally found out that the residence of the descendants of the White Tiger God was indeed on Kunlun Mountain.

Xia Yu and Zhu Junyang packed their bags and prepared to entrust Wuhu to Yao Wenjing.

But Wen Yan said: "Don't, take Yao Wenjing with you, the risks of our trip are unknown, so it's better to bring more helpers."

Reminiscent of his predictive ability, Xia Yu had to wonder how dangerous this trip to Kunlun Mountain was.

Yao Wenjing stuffed Wuhu into Hu Feiwei's arms, gearing up, eager to try: "Huh? I can go too? Let's go quickly!"

Wuhu hurriedly asked, "What about me?"

Xia Yu bent down and told him: "You have to guard our house, if bad people come, you will beat them away!"

Woohoo: "...Sister Xia, did you fool me for being a human child? Who dares to come to the Ling Office to act wild?"

Xia Yu forcibly wiped the cold sweat off her brow: "...um...that..."

Zhu Junyang helped her explain: "After sending you home last time, we went back to the Lingcheng Office. You should still remember that sister Ding Ling, right? They were attacked somewhere."

Wuhu frowned: "Really?"

Xia Yu nodded again and again: "Really, really!"

Wuhu's expression became serious: "Well, you can go out at ease, I will take good care of my family."

……

Hu Feiwei drove them to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, everyone got out of the car one by one, and waved goodbye to them with the car window open.

"Call me when you get down, and I'll pick you up by car." After speaking, Hu Feiwei started the car.

Three people and one ghost stood at the foot of the mountain, and walked in according to the location sent by the official.

They only knew from the official information that the descendants of the White Tiger God were not quite the same as the Zhu family.

Their family lives in a small villa at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, where cars cannot drive in. The members of the clan reclaim wasteland, raise pigs and sheep, and are almost self-sufficient in food and drink.

However, they did not restrict the clansmen from going out, and even encouraged young people in the clan to enter the market for experience, which was not out of touch with the times at that time.

Xia Yu read to the document sent to everyone's mobile phone: "The last time I saw the descendants of the White Tiger God in the human world was... 70 years ago?"

Wenyan added: "Seventy years ago, the Patriarch of the White Tiger Clan suddenly issued an edict calling all the members of the Hui Clan. Since then, the human world has never seen them again."

"Could it be that the patriarch of the White Tiger sensed something like the boss' father?"

Wen Yan nodded: "It's not impossible."

Yao Wenjing walked in the front and led the way, looking at the map in her mobile phone and buried her head. After walking for a long time, she stopped and said uncertainly: "According to the map... there should be a small road leading to their village... ..."

The ground in front of them was covered with withered yellow weeds, some even growing to the height of half a person.

"If the patriarch suddenly called back the people 70 years ago to fight against the catastrophe..." Zhu Junyang said suddenly, "then no one has traveled this road for 70 years."

Everyone present was a little silent, and finally Yao Wenjing got into the weeds one step at a time: "It's roughly in this direction, let's go."

Xia Yu breathed a sigh of relief and followed her footsteps.

The foot of the mountain in early spring is still in the thawing stage, the snow here is the first to melt, and the ground where the weeds are all covered with mud.As soon as she stepped on it, the soles of the shoes sank into the mud.

"Hey!" Xia Yu raised his foot, and a large piece of mud stuck to the sole of his shoe.She glanced enviously at Yao Wenjing, who was walking swiftly, and walked forward step by step, pushing through the thorny weeds.

Zhu Junyang followed her without frowning.

Wen Yan stopped on the side of the road, hesitated again and again, but still didn't make a move.

Xia Yu turned her head and called him: "Wen, what are you talking about? Are you going to leave?!"

Wen Yan gritted his teeth: "My cover will be stained!"

Xia Yu rolled her eyes: "Then you can figure out a way for yourself."

Looking at her in classical Chinese: "Can I..."

"No."

Classical language: "..."

Zhu Junyang patted her on the shoulder: "Go, he's not heavy, take him for a ride."

Only then did Xia Yu reluctantly walk back, there was another pile of footprints, and the shoes became extremely heavy.

There was a flash of light on Wen Yan's body, and finally turned into a book with arms and legs. The book cover was the old blue cover, and the pages were still bound with thread. Looking at it, I didn't know him very well, so I had to dare to read it. go down.

Xia Yu held one of his small arms, and the entire book in classical Chinese became a rhombus floating in the air.

"My hand!" Wen Yan's two calves kept struggling in mid-air, "My hand is about to break!"

Xia Yu was annoyed by his noise, and said coldly, "Zai Bibi will throw you into the mud!"

Wen Yan didn't want a trace of dirt to stain his noble cover, so he could only choose to shut up.

This time Zhu Junyang walked in front, and Xia Yu followed her, stepping on her footsteps.

The weeds in front of her were all overwhelmed by Zhu Junyang, so she wouldn't have a hard time walking behind, she just had to concentrate on dealing with the mud under her feet.

Looking at Zhu Junyang's back, Xia Yu couldn't help but smile.

The boss probably saw that she was too tired from walking, so he deliberately asked her to turn her head and take classical Chinese for a while. Otherwise, with Zhu Junyang's character, would he care about his life or death?

As he was walking, Zhu Junyang's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he said sharply, "Don't go!"

Xia Yu listened to her footsteps reflexively, and Yao Wenjing in front of her also turned to look at her: "What's wrong? Is it dangerous?"

Zhu Junyang said: "This is a swamp."

The mud in the front borders the swamp in the back, and unless you step on it yourself, it's hard to see the difference between the two.

"Big guy!"

Xia Yu took a step forward, but was immediately stopped by Zhu Junyang: "Don't come here!"

Why is there a swamp here?The climate type is also wrong...

Yao Wenjing stepped back a few steps: "Why am I fine?"

The classical Chinese that Xia Yu held in his hand said faintly: "Did you forget that you are a ghost?"

Xia Yu was very flustered, touched Zhu Junyang's hand at a loss, and then retracted instantly, for fear of bringing any pressure to her.

Zhu Junyang: "...stop acting, I'm not dead yet." After speaking, a red light flickered on her body, and then the red light turned into a red flame, and the high temperature directly roasted the small swamp around her Dry.She supported the lumpy ground with her hands, pulled herself out forcefully, and pulled herself out of the swamp.

"Tch." Wen Yan sneered.

Xia Yu: "If you make any strange noises again, I'll throw you into the mud!"

Wen Yan didn't dare to make a sound, and the remaining match hand covered the bottom of the book, where his mouth should be.

Zhu Junyang patted his leg lightly, and the clods of soil were shattered into powder and fell down with a splash: "There is something wrong here."

Yao Wenjing looked at the map again: "It's this road, why is there a swamp? It's not shown on the map."

Wen Yan couldn't hold back, and said: "The foot of Kunlun Mountain is logically unlikely to form a swamp. The swamp is surrounded by resentment, and many people may have died."

Where can there be people in such a corner?

Apart from……

Xia Yu looked up at the space behind Yao Wenjing.

——Except for the descendants of the White Tiger God.

The author has something to say: I just want to say, Si Wei Shen so predicted that the swamp also came out, it really is the forest ice fire man, woc I didn’t even think of it hahahahaha