Chapter 532 Release the bait

"The old senior is really good! If I had his craftsmanship, I wouldn't have come to ask for this hard job!" Qin Yan is sarcastic.

"How can we juniors understand the pursuit of ancient predecessors? In the evening, you go and give the portrait to Mr. Yang and ask her to find an opportunity to put it in Sun Bren's bedroom... Wait, the bedroom is still too close. Maybe it will be swallowed up, and you still have to choose another place. My family thinks..."

"Wutong Temple!" Qin Yan patted his forehead, "The last time the old poison asked me to go fishing, I saw a Wutong temple in the upper reaches of the river. The incense had already been cut off, and almost no one went to that kind of place. I'll do this!"

Yu Hanyan nodded: "Then we have to let Mr. Yang spread the news. Well, the man surnamed Ma who played cards with you last time should be a good candidate. He has tasted the sweetness of Zhanlu Sword and certainly does not want to miss this opportunity. Through him, Cheng Gang knew the news, and half of the matter was completed.

"Has only done half of it?"

Yu Hanyan smiled and said, "You threw a bone to a dog. Where can you go to see the dog fight?"

Qin Yan said, "How does the other half proceed?"

"Find another person."

"Who are you looking for?"

Yu Hanyan blinked his eyes: "Little Meng tasted."

"Xiao Mengchang lost most of his men in the ghost house last time, and now it is difficult to compete with Cheng Gang! I think Ge Xinglie may be more suitable.

"Song Xinglie won't go. His heart is very big, and a portrait of Mingfei is not worth his action. Don't underestimate Xiao Meng. The backer behind him is very large, and his reputation in the world is beyond Haochen's reach. Even a demon like Gu Wuzhi has to sell his elders for face, otherwise he would have been destroyed in the ghost house last time. Recently, he has been silent for so long and recruited some people. He must need some results to boost morale. There is a good opportunity this time..."

"How can I tell him?"

Yu Hanyan slowly said a name: "Quick mouth Forrest Gump."

"Do you want to pass Mr. Yang's mouth again?" Qin Yan frowned slightly, "I always feel that it's not good for us to use her like this."

"What's wrong with you? Are you heartbroken?" Yu Hanyan raised the corners of her lips slightly and looked at him and said, "She is willing to be driven by you. If you have something to do with her, she should be willing to do it. Why should you deprive her of this happiness?"

Qin Yan heard the sourness in her words and secretly said that it was not good. He coughed softly and changed the topic and said, "I don't seem to see Forrest Gump today. Hasn't he been wandering around all the time..."

Of course, Forrest Gump will not appear today. He was tied to the cabinet by the short Tang Qing, stuffed with a wet cloth in his mouth, shouting that he should not do it every day, and the ground was not working. He really wanted to cry without tears.

However, he should be glad that Tang Qing did not kill him directly with a sword, which shows that he is still a little useful. Now he is crying in the dark while waiting for his ability to come in handy.

After Tang Qing locked the cabinet door, he never came back. Maybe it will never come back.

It is night, and the moon hangs in the sky.

After a day of resting, most people have entered the hometown of black and sweet. Only in the distance of the town corner, there are one or two intermittent dog barking from time to time, disturbing people's dreams.

Qin Yan walked carefully under the moonlight with a portrait of Mingfei worth 300,000 taels of silver.

Because the things in his arms may be more valuable than his head, his footsteps are particularly heavy. As he walks, he looks back. The sneaky movements are more like thieves carrying stolen goods.

The more worried you are, the more you will provoke ghosts. After a while, a shadow quietly appeared in the distance behind him and followed him silently.

When he came to the river, the river under the moonlight was sparkling. He stopped by the river for a moment and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Come out, I see you!"

No one answered, but the wind was slight.

The shadow was very shrewd and saw that he was bluffing, so he ignored it.

Qin Yan thought for a moment, and it might not be convenient to take action with valuables, so he pretended not to know. He looked around and listened for a moment. He jumped forward, went up the river, and lightly fell into the front of the Wutong Temple.

There are two white fruit trees at the gate of the temple. The temple is overgrown with weeds and desolate. There is a thick layer of cobwebs on the dilapidated shrine, which does look like no one has been here for a long time.

Qin Yan nodded with satisfaction. Such a desolate scene meets the requirements of the stage he will arrange.

He deftly penetrated the door and passed through the spider silk. Wherever he passed, there was no trace of snow, not even a trace of dust.

He took a closer look at the things in the temple and made sure that there had never been any dark compartments here before, and then stopped in front of the statue.

He created a dark grid with imperial art. Although he had never done such a thing before, it was not difficult to think about it.

After doing this, he slowly approached the door, stood in the shadow of the eaves, and quietly peeped out through the cracks of the door.

The shadow outside has been waiting for a long time, as if it is still patient, lurking motionless in the dark. His breath is extremely hidden, and even with Qin Yan's magical power, it is difficult to determine his position.

The dew on the grass is getting heavier.

The man still doesn't show his head and is competing with Qin Yan for patience. Qin Yan's mind had already searched several nearby places, but failed to find any trace of him. If it weren't for the strong intuition in his heart, he would doubt whether he had misread it.

He waited for a long time and finally saw the flashing discord somewhere in the air machine outside the door. He immediately flew out and rushed straight over.

He was still in mid-air, so he pulled out the sharp blade from his waist. That's the sword taken from Lao Xue's body, Qingming. Once out of the sheath, the green and faint halo was dyed, and suddenly covered a large space in front of it. The figure of the person hiding in the dark can be seen in this dazzling cold light.

Qin Yan saw the man's face, but was shocked. He pressed the sword spirit waved out, stopped five steps in front of him, and said in astonishment, "Senior Gu, why are you here?"

The man held a crutch, looked at him with a kind face and a smile. Who is it?

Qin Yan looked at him carefully and suddenly said, "Senior Gu, I didn't find the thing you asked me to get. Was it taken away by someone?

Gu Wuzhi said doubtfully, "What did I ask you to get? Didn't I ask you to put something?"

The look on his face is not pretated. Qin Yan nodded and said, "No wonder, senior, I'm just joking." As soon as he finished saying this, Gu Wuzhi was about to speak, but he saw Qin Yan wave his right hand, and the Qingming sword shot out like electricity, and suddenly pierced his chest!