The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

"Speaking of which, since I gave the order, that person hasn't responded yet, which is a bit strange. Normally, he would have replied at this time." Wang Qian muttered.

The ominous premonition was more realistic, and Liu Feng was a little puzzled, wondering if something would happen.

The two of them didn't say anything after that, but walked to the hotel room in silence.

Just sitting on the soft sofa, Wang Qian picked up the phone before she could drink a glass of water, no doubt calling the manager of that village.

It's just that no one is connected, and it seems that there is no one on the other end of the phone.

"Could it be because I'm busy and don't have time to answer the phone for a while." Although Liu Feng had already thought of a possible answer, he still tried to find the answer from other directions and tried not to think in that direction.

But Wang Qian shook her head without hesitation: "Although I really want to agree, but this has never happened before. Even if the manager is going to do things, he will always keep his mobile phone on him."

While talking, Wang Qian casually took out a piece of paper, and drew a very complicated magic circle on the paper with cinnabar.

I don't know the specific use of this magic circle, but from the familiar pattern in the corner, I know that it must be some kind of magic circle from Linglong Island.

After drawing for more than five minutes, the formation was barely completed. Wang Qian laid the paper flat on the table and pointed at it.

A mysterious qi rushed towards the paper, pouring into it in the blink of an eye.

Something should have happened, but in Liu Feng's view, there was not even a gust of wind, and it was very calm.

Wang Qian repeated this action several times, but the result was the same, no response.

The whole room was very quiet, and Wang Qian crumpled the paper into a ball with all her strength. The expression on her face was a bit ferocious, and it could be seen that this little girl was very angry.

"What's going on?" Liu Feng rarely saw such an angry look on Wang Qian's face, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Normally speaking, there should have been a flame that burned this piece of paper just now, but nothing happened. The only thing that can explain this situation is that the manager's life force has disappeared." Wang Qian looked very of dense.

"Could it be that, what do you mean, someone killed the local manager? Who has the guts? Anyone with a bit of information can know that that person is from Linglong Island. If they were killed easily, they might Pay a terrible price." Liu Feng became nervous.

It happened so suddenly that it was difficult for Wang Qian to have any reliable answers in a short time.

"Tell me, could it be the shadow of the soul? Those people's whereabouts are mysterious, and they personally summoned the snow lotus here. It is inevitable that they will do something else." Wang Qian turned her head and thought of the shadow of the soul.

This is also very normal. I just learned that all the things that happened in this small city are related to those people in Hunying. More importantly, I also know from Ouyang Ding that there seems to be some kind of relationship between Xuelian and Phantom Square. Inextricably linked.

"I haven't seen it in person, and no one knows what will happen. If you want, let's leave now." Liu Feng began to pack his things while speaking, ready to leave at any time.

At this moment, Liu Feng's cell phone rang, and when he picked it up, he found that it was a text message, and it was sent by Ouyang Ding.

"Ouyang Ding? How do you send text messages at this time? I don't know if it will cause trouble." Liu Feng was a little annoyed.

But he still clicked on the text message, wanting to see what happened to Ouyang Ding.

"Private jet has been arranged, as long as you want, you can leave anytime." This is the content of the text message.

This made Liu Feng even more puzzled: "It's really strange. What happened to this Ouyang Ding? The news is so well-informed. Just as we are about to set off, he will make preparations there. Will there be bugs or something here?"

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Qian waved her hand: "Don't worry, I check several times a day, and I have never found anything similar. I guess it was purely deduced by Ouyang Ding. Demon hunters have their own intelligence system. Outsiders are very familiar with it." It’s hard to know everything clearly.”

At this stage, it can only be explained in this way.

Sure enough, when Liu Feng and others walked out of the hotel, they saw a car parked at the entrance of the hotel, apparently waiting for Liu Feng, with Ouyang Ding sitting on it.

"I know that you have doubts about me. The reason why I was able to know your whereabouts is that while cooperating with you, I also investigated the affairs of that village, so I know roughly what you will do." Car, Ouyang Ding said simply.

No matter what method this guy used, at least he didn't install bugs in the room.

It's always a better thing

"You plan to go to the village with us, don't worry we will all leave, no one is watching here, the snow lotus was taken by others first." Liu Feng looked at Ouyang Ding who had changed into a brown leather coat.

"Just now, the zhenqi fluctuations emitted by the snow lotus calmed down. The people I sent came back and told me that there was a layer of zhenqi covering the snow lotus to prevent outsiders from entering. At least for a long period of time, whoever It can't touch the snow lotus, and it can't affect the surroundings." Ouyang Ding said simply.

kindness?How could there be such a change all of a sudden.

After being stunned for a moment, a guess came to Liu Feng's mind: "Could it be that the zhenqi mask covering the snow lotus is full of the aura of the Emei sect?"

Ouyang Ding put on a look of surprise on purpose: "Oh, how did you know, you are a genius."

Ignoring the old guy's deliberate exaggeration, Liu Feng is still more grateful for Murong Mingyue's leadership.

Although Murong Mingyue didn't say it clearly, she was very clear that at this moment, for Liu Feng and others, the most important thing was the aftermath of that small village.

Or at a deeper level, Wang Qian knew that the manager of that village was still alive and dead. I am afraid Venerable Linglong would know better. With Liu Feng in one hand, he can free up more time to deal with other things.

Soon the captain arrived, and Liu Feng and others took off in Ouyang Ding's private jet.

It is said to be a private jet, but it is actually a helicopter, and it is a very fast one.

"Don't you think this kind of helicopter is very convenient? It doesn't need the long runway of conventional planes, and it can take off and land anytime and anywhere." The inside of the helicopter is very spacious and comfortable. Ouyang Ding picked up a glass of red wine and sipped it One sip, said proudly.