Third watch

"Looking for me?" Wang Xiaoming wondered, "Who are you?"

"I'm Zhong Yi." The handsome guy said.

"..."

"..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the other party's expression—does this mean that he is waiting for his response?

but--

"I do not know you."

"You don't know me?" Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Have we met?" Wang Xiaoming felt that Zhong Yi's surprised expression didn't look fake, so he said cautiously, "Or do you know my grandpa?"

"Everyone knows your grandfather." Zhong Yi observed Wang Xiaoming's expression, and found that he really didn't seem to recognize himself—or, in other words, didn't respond to his name at all.

"Have you never heard of the Zhong family?" Zhong Yi frowned.

"Should I have heard of it?" Wang Xiaoming blinked.

"You are the grandson of Wang Dazhuang, how could you not have heard of it?" Zhong Yi said, "And you are even more useless than I imagined—you actually used the canopy ruler as a brick just now."

"The canopy ruler? You mean this stick? It belongs to my grandfather." Wang Xiaoming said, "I don't know how to use it."

Zhong Yi looked as if he saw ten black umbrella men doing a lap dance.

"The four-edged ruler, engraved with 28 mansions, respectfully invite Marshal Canopy." Zhong Yi took a breath: "You don't know how to use it?"

"Why should I know how to use it?"

"You are Wang Dazhuang's grandson." Zhong Yi said it again.

Wang Xiaoming finally understood what Zhong Yi meant.

"Then what, I'm not a celestial master." Wang Xiaoming explained: "My grandpa is, but I'm not. If you come to me to do business or to learn something, you might as well ask my grandpa to be reliable, but my grandpa is away... ..."

"Wait." Zhong Yi said, "You mean, you don't know anything?"

"If you mean subduing demons and eliminating demons or something, I really don't know anything about it."

After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, Zhong Yi sighed.

"I thought that even if Wang Dazhuang's grandson wasn't a genius, he could at least be useful. I didn't expect it to come in vain."

Wang Xiaoming also frowned.

Zhong Yi didn't hide his contempt for him at all, and Zhong Yi's arrogant attitude made him angry.

"Sorry I'm a Squib, but I didn't ask you to come, did I? What the hell are you here for?"

"I'm here to check some things. I thought that Wang Dazhuang's family would have clues, or that you could help, but now it seems that it's for nothing." Zhong Yi took the black cat down and put it on the ground, and carried the mountaineering bag again: " goodbye."

"Hey, are you going out now?" Wang Xiaoming's eyes widened: "There's a monster with an umbrella outside."

"I don't have much time." Zhong Yi said.

"Aren't you playing with your life?" Wang Xiaoming said, "It's not the first time I've seen that thing. He seems to be staying at my house, and he must still be outside now."

Although Zhong Yi seemed to be more capable than him, he probably couldn't deal with the Black Umbrella Man, otherwise he wouldn't have escaped with him just now.

"It's better to race against him outside, he will be dull at dawn, and I am sure to get rid of him."

"What kind of cool are you playing with that kind of thing? At least wait until dawn before going out. My grandpa said that this kind of thing is very fierce, and we have to wait for him to come back..."

"Your grandpa won't come back." Zhong Yi interrupted him.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

After a while, Wang Xiaoming slowly opened his mouth: "What did you say?"

Zhong Yi glanced at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming has a tender face and a good temper at first glance, but now his eyes are surprisingly bright, he can't see his emotions clearly, he just stares at Zhong Yi.

"What do you mean my grandpa won't come back?" Wang Xiaoming asked again.

Zhong Yi didn't speak, turned around and was about to leave.

Wang Xiaoming strode forward, Zhong Yi thought he was going to hold him, and was about to dodge, but he saw Wang Xiaoming quickly picked up the black cat that was following him.

"Speak clearly." Wang Xiaoming said with a cold face: "Otherwise I will tear up the ticket."

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Xiaoming pinched the back of the cat's neck with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around the cat's stomach: "I'm serious."

The cat didn't seem to know that it had become a meat ticket, and yawned loudly.

Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming stared at each other for a minute before putting down their hiking bags again, dragging out a stool from behind the cash register and sitting down.

"My name is Zhong Yi."

"You said it just now. By the way, my name is Wang Xiaoming."

Zhong Yi ignored him and continued, "My grandfather's name is Zhong Tieniu."

"Our Zhong family is the heir of the Luban family, and my grandfather is the No.30 patriarch of the Zhong family."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

"Looking at you like this, I don't expect you to know what Lubanmen is anymore." Zhong Yi mocked.

"Lu Banmen is good at magic mechanisms, which are different from your grandfather's drawing symbols and opening altars, but they both belong to one branch of Taoism."

"It was Lubanmen's spell that you fixed the Black Umbrella Man just now?" Wang Xiaoming wondered.

Zhong Yi nodded: "That's the Luban technique."

"Okay, I understand." Wang Xiaoming said, "You are a Luban disciple. But what does that have to do with me?"

"Because my grandfather is missing." Zhong Yi said slowly.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes widened.

"Four months ago, my grandfather Zhong Tieniu never came home after he went out." Zhong Yi said: "And no one can find him. I felt something was wrong. I asked around and found It’s not just my grandpa who’s in touch.”

"The masters of Taoism who can almost be called names have disappeared one after another." Zhong Yi looked at Wang Xiaoming: "Including your grandfather Wang Dazhuang. I think this is a bit strange, maybe there is some connection, so I came here Looking for you."

Wang Xiaoming felt short of breath: "My grandpa often goes out."

"But I will definitely contact you, right?" Zhong Yi said, "After he leaves this time, will you be able to contact him?"

Wang Xiaoming stopped talking.

He really wanted to refute Zhong Yi, his grandfather might be lazy, but he had never seen anything wrong with Wang Dazhuang.

Even though he has never set foot in that world, Wang Xiaoming vaguely knows that Wang Dazhuang is quite prestigious as a celestial master.

It is also because of this that this time Wang Dazhuang lost contact when he went out rarely, and Wang Xiaoming didn't want to think about the bad, because his grandfather is so powerful, how could something happen?

Maybe Wang Dazhuang just received a tricky commission, and he won't be able to escape for a while—or, the place where he works is so remote that there is no mobile phone signal...

"My grandfather will be fine." Wang Xiaoming was silent for a long time before saying a word.

Zhong Yi glanced at him: "I also hope my grandpa is okay. So I'm going to find him."

"Where are you going to find it?" Wang Xiaoming blurted out.

This time Chang Zhongyi was silent.

"...I don't know." Zhong Yi's indifferent expression on his face loosened a little: "As far as I know, your grandfather was the last one to disappear."

Except for Wang Dazhuang, the missing ones are almost all the heads of a certain Taoist family. Even if they have a little friendship with each other, if there is something really going on, it will not be easy for outsiders to find out.

Wang Dazhuang and Wang Xiaoming's grandfather and grandson are the only bachelors. Before Zhong Yi thought, although he had never heard of Wang Xiaoming's ability, he was still the grandson of the well-known Wang Dazhuang. I am looking for my grandfather for the secret method and Taoism, so I plan to come and have a look.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaoming is not only a squib, but also doesn't know whether his grandfather has disappeared or gone for a walk.

"Okay, I've finished what I have to say." Zhong Yi said, "Give me back my cat."

Wang Xiaoming said, "I won't pay it back."

Zhong Yi: "..."

"What's the matter with you?" Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to fight with me?"

It's not that he looks down on Wang Xiaoming, it's just that Wang Xiaoming doesn't understand Taoism at all, Zhong Yi can make Wang Xiaoming lie down as long as he moves his mouth.

"Because you didn't tell the whole truth." Wang Xiaoming hugged the black cat tighter: "Or you concealed part of the truth."

Zhong Yi stared at Wang Xiaoming: "Give me the cat."

"No." Wang Xiaoming said bluntly, and took a step back: "Don't be too complacent, this is my home. Do you think my grandfather will let me be beaten in his own home?"

The black cat yawned again.

Zhong Yi said, "Why do you think I'm not telling the truth?"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while: "Intuition."

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Xiaoming saw that Zhong Yi's face was not right, so he quickly said, "I'm just joking. I just haven't seen anyone who is in a hurry to find someone with a pet, and your grandpa is not the only grandson, right? Where is your father? What about other relatives? Did you all come out to look for it?"

A young man took a cat around the world, and just now Zhong Yi said that he didn’t know where he was going next—could he go out and continue wandering around, and then expect to see his grandfather eating instant noodles and waiting for the bus at a certain train station ?

Therefore, Wang Xiaoming thinks that either Zhong Yi said that he was looking for his grandfather was a lie, or that he had no destination in the future. This guy is also a magician. He must have a direction, so he ignored the monster outside with a black umbrella and hurried busy to go.

And Wang Xiaoming couldn't let him go.

Although he didn't fully believe in Zhong Yi, Zhong Yi's appearance did vaguely confirm what he had been worrying about all along.

Wang Dazhuang is not someone who disappears as soon as he leaves.

And now he can't contact grandpa, and it's a fact that grandpa hasn't come home.

If, just in case, if, what Zhong Yi said about the disappearance is true - then Wang Xiaoming doesn't know what to do.

If Wang Dazhuang was involved, it was not a normal disappearance at all. At least Wang Xiaoming could be sure that calling the police was useless.

No matter how powerful the police are, they probably won't be able to defeat that monster outside.

Not to mention that Wang Dazhuang didn't know what he provoked this time.

Wang Xiaoming didn't have Zhong Yi's ability, even Zhong Yi found it tricky, and Wang Xiaoming couldn't help it.

But Wang Xiaoming quickly made up his mind while listening to Zhong Yi's words.

Although Wang Dazhuang is well-known as a celestial master, Wang Xiaoming never intervenes in the evening affairs, and does not know Wang Dazhuang's friends or colleagues at all-so even if Wang Dazhuang stumbles, Wang Xiaoming has nowhere to turn for help. At most, he can only call 110 to report his disappearance.

And Zhong Yi is currently the only one related to Wang Dazhuang's status as a celestial master.

Although Wang Xiaoming was dubious about Zhong Yi's words, Wang Xiaoming was extremely sure about one thing at the moment.

That is, Zhong Yi must be kept.