Chapter 492 This Person Cannot Stay

He and Zhongsun Mou were just acquaintances in the past and had no old friendship, but they knew that this man acted very cautiously. The current situation is a bit chaotic. Zhongsun Mou actually came in person. Are you not afraid of being caught by the so-called prince's special envoy?

"I heard about what happened at Chaohu Tower in the afternoon." The water mirror technique lasted too short. Zhongsun Mou had to come in person if he wanted to talk about the matter seriously. "Your servant was captured by He Xiao's envoy. Your secret I’m afraid it won’t last long.”

"'Our' secret." Cen Boqing corrected him, "Didn't you say that you took away all the information and information in Mai Xuewen's house? How could that person named He know the time and place of Mai Xuewen's transactions in Baishaqian? Place?"

It really caught him off guard.

He originally didn't take the prince's special envoy seriously at all, and he never wanted to suffer such a big loss and be caught by the other party.

Although He Xiao couldn't do anything to them, it felt bad to be targeted.

Who doesn’t like hiding behind the scenes?

"He arrived first, and I followed closely behind. There is only a few breaths difference between the two." Zhongsun Mou secretly curled his lips, "I can only say that you are really unlucky."

Cen Boqing exhaled: "Brother Zhongsun came here all night long, what advice do you have?"

It's all because of this guy's cleverness and lack of skill that he got him into so much trouble. Now you still have the nerve to watch his jokes?

"He Xiao is so capable of causing trouble." Zhong Sunmou said bluntly, "I'm here to help. I want to see if Brother Cen needs help."

This is to urge him to take action. Cen Boqing narrowed his eyes: "The people I invited have been preparing for many days and can take action tonight."

"How sure are you?"

"I don't dare to say that it's a sure shot, so let's just say that there's an 80% chance of winning."

That's very high. Zhongsun Mou relaxed a little and said, "Great, do you need us to protect the law?"

"He did it so that no one else could watch." Cen Boqing was still a little polite to the inspector, and said tactfully, "But brother Zhongsun, please be prepared and make up for the mistakes at any time."

"That's not as good as this..."

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On the way back, Jiao Yu reminded He Lingchuan again: "Now you are a thorn in their side, so be careful."

"I know." He Lingchuan knew it in his heart, "As long as you kill me, the case will not be investigated."

If you don't solve the problem, you usually solve the problem.

Now, he is the thorn in the side.

As long as he is killed, the people behind the scenes can continue to live a peaceful and peaceful life.

Now he is at a disadvantage because he is in the light and his opponent is still in the dark.

Secretly, this opponent may have bared his fangs towards him.

He Lingchuan, as the special envoy of the Chiyan Kingdom, could not kill Zhongsun Mou who was on the bright side.

Not to kill or humiliate the patrol envoys was the bottom line set by the King of Chiyan to Fu Shanyue.

"There is also a third party, friend or foe, who is also lurking in the dark." He Lingchuan's mind was very clear.

"You mean?" Jiao Yu was startled and quickly realized, "Oh, the person who gave us the "Record of Worshiping the Gods"! Do you think he is Mr. Mai?"

"He hopes that someone will track down this place, whether it's me or Zhongsun Mou, as long as he can find it." He Lingchuan thought, "But Zhongsun Mou turned to the real culprit behind the scenes, and even announced that the courier case had been solved. So, this time, The three parties should be very unhappy.”

"Will you also attack us?"

"Not necessarily, but it's not a bad thing to be on guard." Who knows what the other party wants?

Now, he has at least two groups of enemies, one group wants him to die, and the other group has ulterior motives.

He has only been in Baishaqian for a few days, is it so lively?

Half an hour later, He Lingchuan returned to the inn where he was staying.

He lowered his eyes and noticed that a piece of wool stuck to the seam of the guest room door had fallen off.

That's General Ling's beard, very long.

In other words, someone sneaked into his room.

He made these mechanisms and preparations to guard against Mr. Mai and the people behind him. Of course, now there is another person to be wary of, Zhong Sunmou.

He Lingchuan walked into the house and took a look around, and found that none of the small traps he had set up were triggered.

In other words, the infiltrator is not searching every corner, and even the area to move around here is very limited.

What does the other party want to do?

At this time, Jiao Yu also rushed in from outside, with a solemn face and said:

"Asked."

It left midway to check out the latest information.

He Lingchuan was mentally prepared: "Oh? Which powerful family owns that big house?"

"He is Cen Boqing, the eldest son-in-law of the chief minister of Bejia Kingdom."

He Lingchuan suddenly felt that his mental preparation was not enough: "What, where is the big farmer from?"

"From Lingxu City! That's one of the Nine Qings. He's in charge of Bejia's money and food. He's very powerful." Jiao Yu shrank his paws and dug three claw marks on the table with his front paws. "Cen Boqing is Wei Yang's Colonel. He has won battles and won military honors. Hearing that he is about to be promoted, many people in the court are fawning over his family. "

He Lingchuan scratched his head: "No wonder the captives dare not admit his name directly."

He had long been mentally prepared. If he dug deeper into this case, he might dig out the painful feet of some people in Lingxu City.

But he didn't expect that the other party's background was really big.

These three words "Lingxu City" created a gap that many officials from the Demon Kingdom did not dare to cross.

Jiao Yu asked him: "What should we do now?"

"Uncle Wu's men, relying solely on the confessions of these two little men, cannot defeat an opponent of Cen Boqing's weight." He Lingchuan said slowly, "But we already know who the target is and in which direction we should exert our efforts. This is a Great progress.”

He looked at the sky and said, "Tomorrow we will take the captives and meet this son-in-law, the lieutenant."

At this time, the gate of the courtyard rang, and the personal soldiers of General Lu came to deliver food, and they were accurate in the secret code.

Before He Lingchuan returned to the inn, he told General Lu to send personal soldiers to deliver food in turns in the future, and the personnel had to be changed, and the restaurant that purchased the food had to be changed.

The opponents hiding in the dark wanted to plot against him, and there were only three ways: assassination, poisoning, and curse.

As for assassination, Zhongsun Mou should know that he was not easy to kill, and it was easy to make mistakes in a place like Baishazuo with many people and eyes;

The more secretive methods were the latter two.

He Lingchuan now had no Yuanli to protect himself, and his resistance to poisons and curses was poor. Zhongsun Mou knew very well that he was a foreigner, and it was easier to succeed with these two methods.

So from today on, He Lingchuan had to be on guard everywhere.

Even if the food was delivered by Lu Dutong's personal soldiers, and the code matched, he still took out a drop of medicine to test the poison and confirmed it was safe before eating.

This medicine was made by his good monkey Lingguang. It is said that one must be on guard against others. It is indeed a must-have medicine for home and travel.

Alas, if Lingguang was here, he would not have to worry about being poisoned.

After the meal, he practiced qigong and regulated his breath for more than an hour, and then went to the public bathhouse that was open 24 hours a day to take a bath. There were many people there.

Before going back to the room to lie down, he took out the soul-catching mirror as usual and shone through every corner of the room, even the beams.

This mirror can see through many magical powers and witch curses, and it is a good helper for him to check everything he should check.

He Lingchuan grabbed the mirror and swept it across the bottom of the bed. It was just a casual look, but the mirror called out: "Hey, hey, hey, go back!"

He leaned over and used the mirror to shine a clear light under the bed.

"Here!" The mirror emitted a beam of light, shining on the bottom of the bed board.

He Lingchuan then discovered that there was a handful of small gray silk in the lighted area, which looked like spider silk.

Isn't it normal to have spider silk in such a dark and damp corner?

No matter how bright and beautiful the appearance of a restaurant or inn is, there are still filth and dirt in the invisible corners.

However, there was a gray round cocoon stuck on the spider silk, which was smaller than an ordinary silkworm pupa and very inconspicuous.

If the mirror had not been so clear, he would have missed it even if he saw it with his own eyes.

He Lingchuan pulled out a dagger, stirred the mass out, and burned it with fire.

Just as the flames devoured the round cocoon, in another inn more than 300 feet away, someone suddenly covered his chest and screamed in pain!

The man tore open his clothes and saw a large piece of charred black on his chest, as if he had just been burned by an open flame, and even exuded a burst of meaty fragrance.

"Damn, I was discovered!"

The man had to swallow the potion quickly and take the potion to repeatedly wash the wound.

After half an hour, the wound gradually closed, leaving only a scar the size of a copper coin.

It will take some time to fully heal.

"Oh, don't be complacent, you are in big trouble!" He took out another barefoot wooden sculpture and placed it on the table, and lit two tribute candles.

This is a statue of a god, two palms high, and the wood is a bit old. Although the gold-plated body has not completely fallen off, its appearance is not as solemn and majestic as other statues. Instead, it has a variety of faces, and its clothes are not serious, which can be said to be tattered.

The chest, hands, feet, neck, and even the holes in the clothes are all covered with faces, some with only one eye, and some with as many as three or four; some eyes are like copper bells, and some have eyes that are broken and even bleeding.

Some faces are crying, some are laughing, some are angry, and some are sad, all with distorted expressions.

Only a few faces are completely blank, without eyes, noses, or mouths, which can probably be called expressionless.

Other statues give people a feeling of majesty or kindness, but this one is hideous and terrifying, and it makes people shudder to look at it for a second.

It's as if countless resentful ghosts have been stuffed into this wooden sculpture.

The man dripped a few drops of medicine in his eyes, put a small wooden ball into the offering bowl, and then knelt straight, lit a small half incense, and chanted something.

After dripping the medicine, he could see a translucent shadow floating out of the wooden ball. It was the soul of a child who was only three to four years old. The body was still wet, probably drowned.

After the child soul came out, it looked around, confused, not knowing what happened, but instinctively went over to sniff the incense.

This is its food, which can replenish the weak soul body.

The wooden ball is carved from the seabed wood, which can allow the residual soul to temporarily live.

The sorcerer took out two complete incense sticks, lit them, and then put the incense tail on his forehead, chanting something.

The night was quiet, and the atmosphere in the house quickly stagnated.

It seemed as if something invisible but powerful was approaching, and even the chirping of insects outside the house became silent.