Rebirth of Super God Takeaway

Chapter 102 Anger, beyond the limit
"So, everything is directed at Luo Jiashan, right?" Jiang Heng quickly changed the subject.

He didn't want to be misunderstood more and more by Xia Qingyu.

Meng Zhan nodded: "Yes, but this is just my preliminary opinion. Before I could go back to the sect to discuss the specific details with Master and the others, you and fellow Daoist Xia came."

"Also..." Meng Zhan changed the subject and said gratefully: "Thank you Daoyou Jiang for giving me the Lingqi Fried Rice Cake. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Jiang looked so young, but he was already a powerful alchemist. Meng really admires it!"

"Hehe, it's nothing. How can we come empty-handed when we come to bother fellow daoist Meng? This is all as it should be." Jiang Heng said with a dry smile.

At this time, Xia Qingyu who was at the side said: "Since we have found the root of the incident and it may be on Luojia Mountain, should we go to Luojia Mountain to investigate carefully? Maybe there will be a bigger discovery. "

"I'm fine!" Meng Zhan replied very simply.

On the other hand, Jiang Heng was like "constipated", unable to hold back a word for a long time.

Xia Qingyu looked at Jiang Heng with a half-smile.

She was just about to make another joke about Jiang Heng's timidity, but Meng Zhan's cell phone rang.

Taking out his mobile phone and looking at it, Meng Zhan said apologetically, "Wait a minute, I'll answer the call, it's from our director."

Then he walked towards the door.

At this moment, Jiang Heng felt uncomfortable being stared at by Xia Qingyu.

He just wanted to express his opinion, but he patted his chest and said that he was fine.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his head.

After having this idea, Jiang Heng became out of control.

He quickly reached into his pocket and took out the takeaway helmet from the Qiankun bag.

With a puzzled expression on Xia Qingyu's face, she put the delivery helmet on her head.

"Jiang Heng, what are you doing?" Xia Qingyu asked.

Jiang Heng closed his mask and said mysteriously, "Don't ask, just give me some time."

After speaking, Jiang Heng's head began to twist left and right like a radar.

After determining the position, his head stopped twisting, and his whole body remained motionless, as if he had entered a state of trance.

At this time, Meng Zhan came back after answering the phone.

He looked at Jiang Heng's appearance, wondering what the other party was up to, and just wanted to ask Xia Qingyu.

Suddenly, Jiang Heng opened the glass mask with a smile on his face.

Jiang Heng stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to push the eyes on the eye sockets. It would be best to reflect a light full of wisdom under the sunlight.

Just thinking about this feeling makes me feel full.

Because that's how it's done in detective anime.

As a result, when his right hand was still in the air, Jiang Heng suddenly thought depressingly that he was not wearing glasses at all.

He had no choice but to change his posture in embarrassment, and supported the takeaway helmet with his hands.

Seeing Jiang Heng's nervous performance, Xia Qingyu pouted and said, "Hey, Jiang Heng, what the hell are you doing?"

Jiang Heng smiled confidently, and said, "Maybe I have already solved the whole truth about the bizarre and sudden death of nearly a hundred people in Wuquan City!"

"Really?"

"Is this true?"

Xia Qingyu and Meng Zhan exclaimed together.

Jiang Heng nodded: "Yes, have you ever heard of Master Soul?"

"Sovereign Soul?" Meng Zhan frowned deeply, thinking for a moment: "You mean the Sect Master of the Hundred Souls Sect? Why, do you suspect that this matter has something to do with him?"

Before Jiang Heng had time to speak, Xia Qingyu took over the conversation and said, "As far as I know, Master Soul has an evil cultivation method. It seems that one can strengthen one's own cultivation by refining the soul."

"Could it be that the Soul Sect Master is in our Wuquan City?" Meng Zhan suddenly let out an exclamation.

"The answer is correct, but there is no reward." Jiang Heng snapped his fingers and said.

"Could it be that...Sect Master Hun and his Hundred Soul Sect are hiding in Luojia Mountain?" Meng Zhan's voice began to tremble slightly.

"Congratulations, you got the answer right again, Fellow Daoist Meng, you are so smart." Jiang Heng praised.

"It's over, it's over, it's over." For some reason, Meng Zhan suddenly became extremely pessimistic.

Seeing his strange appearance, Xia Qingyu hurriedly asked with concern: "Friend Daoist Meng, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Zhan shook his head without speaking, but immediately turned around and ran towards his bed.

Lifting off the heavy mattress, he took out a jet-black precious knife from underneath, found a bed sheet to pack the knife with, and ran towards the door quickly.

While running, he said, "Two friends, thank you for providing me with such important news. I just received a call from our director. She said that according to my conclusion, the source of the epidemic may be on Mount Luojia. So a team of epidemic research teams has been sent to Luojia Mountain to collect information.

If Luojiashan is really the old lair of Baihunmen, then my colleagues are likely to be in trouble.

Therefore, I have to go up the mountain to save them, I can't let them be ruthlessly killed by Sect Master Hun because of me.

In addition, the two fellow Taoists please feel free to do so, as Meng cannot entertain the two anymore. "

Meng Zhan looked like a reckless man, not thinking about anything to save others.

Xia Qingyu immediately frowned slightly, and then waved her big hand, an invisible barrier blocked Meng Zhan's way.

And Meng Zhan's right hand was only ten centimeters away from the doorknob.

"Meng Zhan, calm down." Xia Qingyu said solemnly: "Do you know what a terrifying person Soul Sect Master is? Even my father, a sixth-rank cultivator, dared not provoke him easily, and let me meet him. Hidden far away. Do you think that with your first-rank cultivation, if your colleagues are really in trouble, you are sure to be able to rescue them? What a joke."

"Could it be... I just watched them die in vain?"

Meng Zhan was still struggling violently, wanting to get rid of the shackles of the invisible barrier.

But his cultivation base is really too low, not even a star behind Xia Qingyu, so struggling for a long time is also doing useless work.

pat!

The precious knife wrapped in the sheet in Meng Zhan's hand fell to the ground.

Then, he knelt down on the ground and began to sob softly.

"Damn...why is my strength so bad? If Xiaoran...all my colleagues are killed, I will never forgive myself in my life, ah!"

Seeing this, Jiang Heng finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He shook his head, took a step forward, and said, "Okay, Meng Zhan, listen to me, your colleagues should be fine now. The Xiaoran you are talking about should be a first-grade female monk named Lan Cairan." ? I saw through my magic weapon helmet just now that she is still active near Luojia Mountain, so you must not worry."

"Really?" Meng Zhan looked at Jiang Heng with red eyes.

After getting Jiang Heng's repeated nod of confirmation, Meng Zhan's eyes immediately burst into the light of hope.

"Great, I'll call Xiaoran now and ask her to take her colleagues down the mountain quickly."

After speaking, Meng Zhan took out his mobile phone in a hurry and started to make a call.

But after the phone beeped three times, it seemed as if someone hung up, and a series of busy tones came.

Tried again but it was turned off.

The expression of joy that had just condensed on Meng Zhan's face solidified instantly.

He silently picked up the precious sword on the ground, pulled off the quilt, and slashed at the invisible barrier in front of him.

In the next second, I don't know if Xia Qingyu is negligent in controlling the invisible barrier.

Or it was because the flame of anger in Meng Zhan's heart had pushed him beyond the limit.

There was a sudden sound like breaking glass.

Meng Zhan turned into a whirlwind and rushed out of his dormitory.

……

Even though I already know that no one has read my book, I still can’t help but want to send a message asking for recommendations and collections.

So, can I feel the fervent hope from the readers in my despair?
(End of this chapter)