The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Wang Xihe looked at the door panel that had been kicked down and was a little shocked, "Le Ning, are you so strong?"

When Tan Mingyuan heard the name next to him, he glanced in surprise, "The one from Qingshi Lane?"

Longman:?

am i famous

Tan Mingyuan seemed to have hit it off with him in an instant, and he didn't know each other anymore, and then he added another sentence, complimenting: "Not only that, he even fought against us both."

Just at this time Wen Xingzhi came up and saw the empty dusty door frame and the broken door panel. Hearing what the two said, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and looked at Le Ning.

Le Ning: That's a good compliment, don't do it next time.

Le Ning and Wang Xihe were about eight mature, not to mention ten mature. They looked at each other and exchanged information, and they knew that the flood probably washed away the Dragon King Temple, and their own family beat a whole family.

After saying hello, Le Ning and the two entered the living room of the suite.

Only then did Le Ning realize that there was another person in the living room, with snow-white hair and wrinkled skin, who seemed to be in his eighties, but his eyes were shining, as if he was still middle-aged.

Wang Xihe made a gesture and introduced to Le Ning and the two, "This is the special advisor of our Strange News Department, Mr. Song Yuncong."

It's the No. 1 fortune teller who never taught his son how to do it.

Hearing this, Le Ning couldn't help but look at Song Yuncong more, Song Yuncong was still sitting when they first came in, but now he didn't know why, but stood up slowly with his crutches.

Song Yun walked two steps towards this side with the crutches on the dragon's head, nodded slightly, "Mr. Le, Mr. Wen."

I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Le Ning always feels that this fortune teller is very polite, to the point of respect.

He was an ordinary cultivator who had just left the mountain, and Wen Xingzhi was also unknown in the Department of Mysteries. It felt a bit out of character to be treated so politely by a fortune teller who was known as the most important weapon in the Department of Mysteries.

After introducing Song Yuncong, Wang Xihe signaled to Tan Mingyuan again, "Mr. Hele, the ones you have fought back and forth several times are the deputy head of the Strange News Department, Tan Mingyuan, and his teammates. It's no longer acquaintances. The two are destined."

Listening to the introduction, Le Ning nodded politely to Tan Mingyuan, but he gritted his teeth in his heart, his arm was still hurting.

The two parties sat down respectively, and after a brief introduction, they began to exchange information.

After some conversation, Le Ning finally found out that the reason why the members of the Department of Strange News came here was because Song Yun calculated that there was an evil being born near here, powerful enough to slaughter a whole city, if he didn't subdue it as soon as possible, it would be a disaster party.

Listening to Wang Xihe's narration, Le Ning couldn't help touching his neck. It was still aching from the blow from the wooden face carving before.

The pain is not the most important thing, the important thing is that the power of the human face sculpture is too familiar, it is the power of the mountain at all.

But aren't all the evil spirits on the mountain suppressed by the big formation at the back of the mountain? How could they appear at the bottom of the mountain?

How did it go down?

The muttering of the human face sculpture was also very strange, laughing at how he had become so weak now.

He admits that the spiritual energy under the mountain is insufficient, and he can't exert all his strength, but it is enough to deal with these evil spirits, where is he weak!

Wang Xihe looked a little heavy, "According to Mr. Song's calculations, this evil power is rare in a hundred years. We, the Department of Mysteries, must be the first to subdue it before it has time to do evil."

Le Ning was thinking about Xie Chong's strange words, and was a little surprised when he heard this sentence.

It's rare in a hundred years, and the mountain is so peaceful. In the mountain, he would catch two such evil spirits in three days.

But seeing Wang Xihe, Song Yuncong, and even the tall and strong men around Tan Mingyuan with serious expressions, Le Ning silently suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

After Wang Xihe finished explaining, Le Ning also briefly described the information he got, from the strange man in the tuxedo to the waiter jumping off the building to the maniac of the guests, and then concluded,

"The evil spirit seems to be attached to the wooden sculpture of a human face. I chased it to the sixth floor." As he spoke, he glanced at Tan Mingyuan.

Tan Mingyuan smiled apologetically, "The main reason is that you, Mr. Le, have a strong aura of resentment, and your spirit is not stable, so we will see the difference."

Unsteady spirit, resentful miasma?

Le Ning is inexplicable, his soul has been very stable recently, and where did the resentment come from?

I wanted to ask, but thinking that now is not a good time to argue, Le Ning could only continue, "In short, there was a misunderstanding between everyone, and now people have lost it."

"Human face wood carving?" Wang Xihe took out a large stack of booklets and pulled out one of them, "This is today's auction booklet. As far as I know, there are no wooden sculptures in today's auction."

Le Ning took the booklet, and there was a brief introduction on each page and side of the booklet. From the beginning to the end, there was indeed no record of the human face wood carving. Obviously, this thing was inserted in the middle.

Wen Xingzhi also took the cruise ship's roster and flipped through the pages. His quiet eyes were like a camera taking pictures and remembering. The pages were turned silently but at an extremely fast speed. After a while, only one page was turned.

"Look at this man."

Le Ning looked down, and a small one-inch photo showed that it was the person he first chased after.

Wang Xihe took a look, "This is a very powerful young pianist. I heard that he is an admirer of Gu Xutong. He came here to perform and bless Gu Xutong."

Le Ning was suspicious. After the engagement ceremony, there were many programs, but he didn't see any piano performances.

"Where is he now?"

Wang Xihe was taken aback, then turned to look at Tan Mingyuan who was in charge.

Tan Mingyuan handled things very neatly, and got the answer from the teammate patrolling below in a short while, his expression sank a bit,

"It's gone, it disappeared after entering the backstage."

Le Ning closed the roster with a snap, and looked at Tan Mingyuan, "He's gone, where did the piano music that lingers on the cruise ship come from?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Xi and the others were startled, their scalps went numb.

From the beginning of the engagement banquet, piano music flowed throughout the banquet hall, not just in the banquet hall, in the corridors, on the deck, and everywhere with sound amplification equipment.

Before, they thought it was an internet song playing in the background, but now they listened carefully, the rhythm was clear, soft and crisp, and it was obvious that someone was playing it in person!

Strange puppet with human face, pianist who disappeared for no reason, who can think of good things.

Tan Mingyuan almost immediately asked the field controller below to find the pianist, but he called out several times, but there was no response from the communication equipment.

problem occurs!

Needless to say, Tan Mingyuan and Wang Xihe got up immediately and ran downstairs.

Le Ning got up and was about to go down, when halfway through, he suddenly turned around and flipped through another set of brochures, which showed the layout of the entire cruise ship. After focusing on the control layout of the entire cruise ship, he quickly walked downstairs.

Walking to the door, he seemed to think of something, and was about to tell Song Yuncong to be more careful, after all, evil spirits are most likely to find the old and weak, women and children, but when he turned his head, Song Yuncong stood up with a cane, as if To personally send them the look.

Is the number one fortune teller in China with such a high level of etiquette?

"Please stay." Le Ning was suspicious, left this sentence, and pulled Wen Xingzhi downstairs with a strange expression.

After entering the elevator, when the door was closed, Le Ning couldn't help but sigh with Wen Xingzhi, "That Mr. Song is too polite."

Wen Xingzhi: "Yes."

Even the elevator is full of piano music. Before, I thought this piano music was tender and pleasant to listen to, but now Le Ning only felt it was like a devil whispering, whispering in his ear.

As if they noticed that they had found the key, the smooth and soothing piano music gradually became more and more passionate, which was a positive mockery of them.

Soon I arrived at the third floor of the dormitory, and when the door opened, I didn't even remember to see the scene outside, when a strong smell of blood rushed towards me.

Walking out of the elevator, I saw blood splatters everywhere on the corridor carpet, wall, and chandelier, which was shocking.

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the elevator, a person rushed out diagonally, slashing head-on with a sharp long knife.

"Be careful." Wen Xingzhi swept Le Ning with his long arms, and moved Le Ning back, while avoiding the long knife at the same time.

The long knife went straight up and down, almost cutting against Wen Xingzhi's face. Wen Xingzhi turned his palm over, and while the incoming man was using his old moves, he slashed on the back of the opponent's neck, knocking him out neatly.

Tan Mingyuan and the others just ran over, seeing Wen Xingzhi's first reaction was to protect Le Ning behind him, and they were silent for a while.

Do you remember the guy behind you who kicked down two doors just now?

Wen Xingzhi didn't see what they meant at all, and Le Ning even seamlessly switched to the poor little Ruoliu Fufeng. He took the opportunity to hug Wen Xingzhi's arms with both hands, and poked his head out to look at the person who was dealt with by one move.

Tan Mingyuan and the others: I suddenly feel that they are a bit redundant.