Feng Ruoxing was the first to object: "Isn't this too dangerous? Once you enter the story, you become an ordinary person. What if... what if someone attacks you?"

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub?" I said solemnly: "If we can't even handle the first story, why are we still talking about finding Qiao Gongliang's ghost?"

"If I'm not wrong, story killing is Qiao Gongliang's method. Being able to break a story can at least prepare us against our enemy Qiao Gongliang."

I looked at Ye Yang and smiled: "You take away all my equipment, and my life will be left to you."

"But..." Feng Ruoxing still objected, but I waved my hand and said, "I have to do it as a last resort. This story involves the government. Warlocks don't fight with officials. It's not difficult for me to get rid of the police, but I'm afraid

After I got rid of the police, the story would have endless variables. In the end, it developed into me being wanted by the police."

"If that happens, I think it will be too late to break the situation."

What are warlocks afraid of? Being wanted by the government must be one of them. Even in ancient times, warlocks were not willing to be wanted by the government. Not to mention, after the warlock went to sea to arrest the official document, he would be affected by the luck of the dynasty, and it was difficult to

Use secrets.

Simply being unable to guard against the government at all times is enough to give any warlock a headache.

Even if the warlock can escape from the golden cicada in the end, he still has to pay a heavy price.

This is even more true in modern times, so it is the best choice for me to cooperate with the police for the time being.

Ye Yang took all the equipment from my hand and said, "Be careful." and walked out of the hotel.

When Ye Yang stood on the street, he said: "Feng Ruoxing, go back to find Lao Liu and Night Owl, and ask them to work together to track down the clues about Qiao Gongliang. Even if he hides in the eighteenth level of hell, he will still be killed."

I dug it out."

"Also, let Butcher Wang bring Qin Xin and Nie Xiaochun to show me the Liaodong Shu Dao. If the stupid dog is caught, someone will definitely make trouble. Whoever dares to cause trouble for the Two Realms Hall at this time - kill!"

"Inform Zhao Ci that no matter what force is used, the person related to Qiao Gongliang must be found. Once you find this person, you will see to it yourself."

After Ye Yang explained several things in succession, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Xia, there are no benevolent and righteous gentlemen in the Liangjie Hall. If you don't like our way of doing things, you can withdraw temporarily. We will finish the business, and naturally

I will find you."

Xia Mengying shook her head and said: "Master Ye, I am afraid that you have some misunderstanding about Confucianism? The awe-inspiring spirit of Confucianism is not something cultivated by being pedantic and conservative and claiming to be noble."

"That's good!" Ye Yang only said three words and walked to Du Fei's house.

At that time, the noodle shop owner had already served me a bowl of beef noodles.

Before I even touched the chopsticks, the boss brought over a bowl of tepid some noodles, placed it squarely opposite me, and placed the chopsticks beside the bowl of noodles.

The boss's next move was to place three wine cups opposite me and pour wine into each cup: "You two, you have ordered all the noodles. Please use it slowly!"

I glanced at the boss from the corner of my eye and said, "Isn't that bowl of noodles opposite meant for the dead? Can you make it?"

The boss smiled and said: "Anyone who dares to open a restaurant at night must be able to cook food for the living and the dead. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to handle the guests if they come and stay!"

A smile appeared on the boss's somewhat pale face: "Sir, the beef in your bowl is specially made by me. You may not be used to it, but I suggest you eat a little."

"Isn't it just the raw meat in the decapitated rice?" I smiled half-heartedly, picked up the chopsticks, stirred it in the bowl, and picked out a few pieces of bloody raw meat.

Before a death row prisoner goes on the road, there must be a piece of raw meat in the last bowl of beheaded rice he eats. That is, the death row prisoner is given something to feed the dogs on Huangquan Road, so that the death row prisoner will not be blocked by the vicious dogs on the Naihe Bridge.

The shop owner chuckled and said, "Since you know, just eat it quickly! Don't waste all the efforts of the lady opposite."

When I squinted my eyes and looked at the opposite side, the air conditioner in the box suddenly emitted a trace of white gas. Du Fei slowly appeared in front of me in the cold white gas. He picked up the chopsticks and slowly ate the bowl.

Somian: "It's been a long time since we had dinner together. Do you still remember this place? I said I don't like going to high-end hotels, so I only asked you to take me here to eat noodles."

I stared at him closely and said, "Are you a ghost?"

Du Fei didn't seem to hear what I said: "After you leave, I will come here every day. I hope that one day, you can still think of this place and come and have a look."

Du Fei pushed the bowl over: "I'll save this bowl of noodles for you. You can eat it when you are on your way!"

My face darkened slightly: Du Fei was not in control of the whole story, she herself fell into it.

The Du Fei in front of me is actually a character, or in other words, a prop. She has no consciousness of her own and can only speak fixed lines according to the story. She can't even bring out a trace of her own feelings.
Chapter completed!