spirit walker

Chapter 97 Letter
In the study, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the portraits hanging on the wall, then at Fu Qingyang who was sitting upright, and said with emotion:
"The painting is a good painting, what a pity!"

Fu Qingyang, who was about to ask a question, was taken aback when he heard the words: "What do you mean by that?"

Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely: "No matter how high the level of the painter is, he can't imitate one thousandth of the centurion's demeanor and handsomeness, so it's a pity."

Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said lightly: "Let's get down to business, don't waste time on these meaningless words."

But Zhang Yuanqing could see from the subtle expression of the other party that he was actually very useful.

When he first came in, Fu Qingyang's brows were slightly furrowed, full of thoughts, but now his brows are relaxed, and his face is much softer.

Zhang Yuanqing pulled a high-backed chair and sat down, looking at Mr. Gao Leng at the desk, and asked:

"How long will it take for the elders to make a decision to deal with Xiahouchi?"

"I can't give you an answer," Fu Qingyang shook his head, and immediately explained:
"Xiahouchi can't escape, but he is a direct descendant of the Xiahou family. Before disposing of him, he must be discussed with the Xiahou family. Killing him without warning will affect the relationship between the two forces, and even cause conflict."

This is how the ass determines the thinking. Zhang Yuanqing nodded to express his understanding.

The angles of thinking of the elders are different from those of the grassroots. Only when they are the same can there be problems.

"Then how does the centurion plan to investigate next?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him, but didn't speak.

It seems that there is no good way. Indeed, it is too difficult to find a high-level spiritual practitioner who is dedicated to hiding. It will take time. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:

"Centurion, I remember the night we killed Rampage Wuji, we discussed the motive of Heiwuchang lurking in Songhai. It was because of a problem with the Fallen Holy Grail, so Heiwuchang secretly contacted Dark Night Rose and met with her in Songhai .”

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing continued:
"After get off work yesterday, I thought for a long time why Dark Night Rose helped Heiwuchang? What benefits would they get?"

Fu Qingyang stared.

Zhang Yuanqing continued on his own: "We have analyzed that the problem with the Fallen Holy Grail originated from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is a night wandering god. He must have used some means to cause the problem with the Fallen Holy Grail, but my knowledge is shallow. I can't think of anything that can affect the regular props of the Fallen Holy Grail."

He didn't have the ability to point out the divine power domain of the sun, that was too deliberate, and with Fu Qingyang's knowledge, a superficial touch was enough.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds, his eyes became brighter and brighter:

"The ones that can deal with the Fallen Holy Grail can only be items of the same level. I understand the method of the Demon Lord to check and balance the Fallen Holy Grail."

He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and said:
"It's the divine power of the sun. High-level night tour gods can use and control the power of the sun. As for whether the demon king is using props or related items, I need to check the database, and if necessary, apply for permission from Taiyimen.

"Dark Night Rose should want to get it. Although this will not allow us to find Heiwuchang directly, the more information we know, the breakthrough will appear."

Young Master Gao Leng showed a smile and said approvingly: "Your idea is very good, I am sure I saw the right person, if you are a scout, you will be very good."

Forget it, what's so good about taking it seriously. Zhang Yuanqing dared to tease Li Dongze like this in front of Li Dongze, but he didn't dare to humiliate the scouts in front of Fu Qingyang, and said regretfully, "Yes, yes."

After leaving the villa, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Wang Qian.

"What's your order?" Wang Qian said respectfully.

Are you contacting me too often?
"You help me tell the Palace Mistress to stop killing, and say that Xia Houxin was silenced. In addition, I asked her to investigate the matter, I hope she can hurry up, time is very tight." Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Wang Qian stopped in his ears, dumbfounded.

On the one hand, he was surprised that Xia Houxin was silenced, by whom?
On the other hand, it was Yuanshi Tianzun's urging tone, telling her to investigate the matter quickly. Those who didn't know thought the Palace Master was his informant.

The Palace Master shouldn't be this kid's informant, right? !

"Okay, okay!" Wang Qian hung up the phone with a confused expression.

Next, go to the Wuhen Hotel, looking for information about the evil professions there. Zhang Yuanqing left the villa complex, wandered on the side of the road for a long time, and stopped a taxi.

After negotiating the price, he took a taxi to Jinshan City in the north.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, walked into the lobby of Wuhen Hotel.

The woman at the front desk glanced at him, examined him briefly, recognized Zhang Yuanqing, frowned and said, "What are you doing here again?"

She was still dressed as when we first met, a white shirt with a small wine red suit, a standard hotel waiter uniform.

The facial features are bright and majestic, the eyes are round and charming, and the chest is high, full of the charm of a mature woman.

It's just that the expression is cold, making it difficult for people to approach.

Knowing that the other party is not a cruel person, Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said:
"Don't be so wary. I want to make friends with my aunt. Many friends have many paths."

The gorgeous woman narrowed her eyes and sneered:
"If you want to pick on me, you will die a miserable death. If you are plotting against the group behind me, you will die even worse.

"Go back, this is not the place you should be."

No, why do you think I want to fuck you?Do eagles eat chicks?Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart, he gave full play to his social skills:

"Don't be so full of words. Everyone needs friends, and you must be good at making friends, so that the road will become wider and wider. When you are worthy of being a father, you have made friends with me, and you can learn his last words. "

The gorgeous woman stared at him for a few seconds, then said coldly:
"Tell me your purpose."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "Have you heard of Hei Wuchang? The authorities are hunting him recently. Do you have any news about him?"

The beautiful woman mocked: "Do you think I can find out Hei Wuchang's whereabouts for you by sitting in a hotel?"

She pondered for a few seconds, and then said: "I can help you go to the black market to find out."

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's confused face, she explained with a "huh":
"It's not the kind of black market that you officially allow, it's a black market that only evil professions know about. After all, even a scum full of evil needs to be traded.

"But I want to charge labor fees, risk subsidy fees, and mental damage fees."

I can understand the labor fee and risk subsidy fee, but what the hell is the mental damage fee?Zhang Yuanqing said: "Mental damage fee?"

The woman curled her lips and said confidently: "Every time I see those ugly and disgusting guys, I feel like I have been raped by men a hundred times."

Well, you are so self-deprecating, what else can I say? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find a reason to bargain for a while, so he asked:
"Just tell me how much it is."

"Fifty thousand!" The woman said lightly, "Regardless of whether the information has been obtained, there will be no refund."

Fifty thousand, if it was me in the past, I could only lie naked on the bed and say, Auntie, I am yours tonight.But for me now, this is just a small amount of money. Zhang Yuanqing said:

"Close the deal, my only request is to be fast, the sooner the better."

As he said, he took out his mobile phone: "Exchange your contact information, what's your name, Auntie?"

The woman said, "Xiaoyuan."

"Good name"

After leaving Wuhen Hotel, Zhang Yuanqing walked along the road towards Songhai, intending to walk a certain distance before taking a taxi.

The infrastructure of Jinshan City is far behind that of Songhai, especially in the suburbs here, where large trucks often drive, so there are cracks and slopes on the roadside.

"Ding dong~"

The phone in his pocket vibrated, Zhang Yuanqing stopped on the side of the road and took out his phone to check.

An unread message:
[Have you ever heard of the legend about the murderous woman in white?It is said that she is an evil spirit wandering in dreams. Her image is that she is dressed in dirty white clothes, with disheveled hair, and holds a kitchen knife in her hand.Her body is made up of different people's limbs, her front face is facing her back, and she always walks backwards
【Wandering in the dreamland in the middle of the night, the murder woman in white is looking for the target to kill. When she decides who to kill, she will knock on the door of the other party's room at midnight, and then kill the target.

[Those who have received this message, please forward it to the next person before midnight, otherwise the white-clothed murderer will come to you. 】

"What age is this, and there is still this kind of spam without reposting?"

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled that when he was in middle school, the prank messages that were often popular in a certain chat software group were in this format.

At this time, a taxi came.

He put the phone back in his pocket, reached out to stop the taxi, and when he heard that it was going to Songhai, the driver readily agreed to come down.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to Songhai at 11 noon.

He was planning to find a restaurant on the street to solve his food and clothing, but suddenly it occurred to him that in order to improve employee benefits, Fujiwara increased the lunch allowance for each person by ten yuan.

It was originally 30 yuan a meal.

For 40 yuan, you can have a very good lunch.

Immediately asked the driver to divert to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau.

Stepping into the gate of the glass building, in the leisure area on the left, Guan Ya, Teng Yuan and Jiang Jingwei are sitting around the glass round table and eating.

Guan Ya eats elegantly, chews slowly, her bright red mouth is smeared with oil, very attractive.

Fujiyuan Shichang ate with a blank expression, his eyes were a little dull, and he lacked enthusiasm for life and food.

Jiang Jingwei was different, he devoured food voraciously, and could compete with yellow-haired monkeys in eating.

This girl is obviously very beautiful, but it is a pity that she is a fire master. Zhang Yuanqing sighed, ordered the civilian staff to prepare lunch for him, and then walked towards his teammates with a smile on his face, saying:
"Haha, I came just in time."

Guan Ya swallowed the food carefully, looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was approaching, and asked:
"You've been a little lazy these days."

This is called the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, ah no, it is responding to the leadership's call!Zhang Yuanqing sat down beside old Si Ji and said:
"I'm not lazy today. I'm on a business trip."

"Huh?" Guan Ya expressed her doubts with a nasal voice.

Zhang Yuanqing explained: "I found a 30-year-old aunt, gave her a sum of money, and did some things."

Guan Ya was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You have a good eye, an aunt in her 30s can teach you a lot of postures."

"If there is a chance, I would also like to learn knowledge from Sister Guan Ya." Zhang Yuanqing said, seeing a red schoolbag at Jiang Jingwei's feet, and asked:

"Jingwei, didn't you stop going to school?"

Jiang Jingwei raised his head and was taken aback: "Why are you here?"

Vile Pyromancer!Zhang Yuanqing repeated the question again.

"Oh, my dad said that work should not delay my studies, so I asked me to bring my homework to study. It just so happens that sister Guan Ya and Mr. Tengyuan can teach me to do my homework." The red-haired girl said heartily.

Guan Ya's face darkened.

Fujiwara's long expression seemed to be even more world-weary.

Teach you to do your homework?Zhang Yuanqing looked at the two colleagues with pity.

Fujiwara pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:

"Yuanshi, you should be a college student. I think you can teach Jingwei to do homework. After all, Guan Ya and I have been away from campus for many years, and our studies are unfamiliar."

"It doesn't take long, I went to the Pheasant University, and my studies are very bad." Zhang Yuanqing declined, and quickly changed the subject, saying:
"Why, I can see that you don't seem to like work very much?"

Fujimoto was silent for a while, and said slowly:
"I realized a long time ago that the world is full of oppression. High taxes are the oppression of the government, and high-intensity work is the oppression of capital. When I was young, I was studying, my head was hanging from the beam and my buttocks were piercing, and I didn't dare to rest for a moment. like a dog.

"After stepping into the society, I have to face exploitation and oppression from all sides, and I live like a donkey. Life is only a hundred years, why should it be so tiring.

"I can't change others, but I can change myself."

It looks so philosophical, no, no, it seems to be lying flat. Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback when he heard that.

Fujiyuan sighed: "After becoming a spiritual practitioner, I discovered that the spiritual realm is also shit."

Zhang Yuanqing could only keep an embarrassed yet polite smile.

After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom and closed the curtains.

He sat at the desk and thought about it:
"Palace Master Zhisha hasn't replied to me yet. It stands to reason that she has obtained a lot of information from Xiahou Tianwen. These are clues to track down the Dark Night Rose. Well, Dark Night Rose also knows this, the Palace Master said , she wants to guard against the leader of Dark Night Rose coming to her door
"Auntie Xiaoyuan has taken my money, so she should handle things well. I hope she will have a clue, Xiaodubi, don't steal my auntie's underwear from me tomorrow, one piece is enough."

"Snapped!"

He turned off the light and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by a long-lost headache. Messy pictures flashed through his mind quickly, and meaningless noises filled his ears.

Many of these pictures are memory fragments accumulated by Wen Ling after becoming the God of Night Tour.

Since he became a spiritual practitioner, as his physique strengthened, he gradually bid farewell to the trouble of headaches, so much so that he forgot to take medicine on time.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain like a cracked skull, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the small medicine bottle, poured out five or six blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then he threw himself on the bed and waited for the headache to pass.

"Dong dong!"

At this time, he heard a knock on the door.

Who is knocking on the door at night, Jiang Yuer?Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain and sat up, glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table, the time display: 00:00
Twelve midnight.

PS: I got it out, [-] words, not too bad.Diarrhea and vomiting today made me feel a little weak.Go to bed and sleep, and ask for a monthly pass by the way.

(End of this chapter)