Chapter 116 Unexpected Happiness 2
For Zhao Daotu, the word Murong is definitely a very ** word.
In today's world, perhaps only the descendants of the Lin family and the Murong family can open the ghost axe treasure box. Zhao Daotu knows this.
Does the yellow finch and Wang Pao actually know the people of Murong's family?
Didn't the Murong family disappear on the Jianghu Road for many years? Is this Murong?
The huge question and curiosity made Zhao Daotu lift his spirit in an instant. His heart beat faster, but his breathing was more controlled. Zhao Daotu was very clear that the current yellow finch is different from the past. This boy doesn't know what's going on his body. His strength can't be underestimated, plus the old Wang family. Wang Pa, if you really want to be found by these two people, it is not so easy to leave, and once they find themselves eavesdropping secretly outside the door, then the probability of being suspected by them will suddenly increase.
Zhao Daotu doesn't want to see him in the future. He can't bind this boy as Uncle Yellow Sparrow.
The dialogue of October Maple Yellow Sparrow dragging his mobile phone clearly came to Zhao Daotu's ears.
"Murong Qing, it's so late. What's the matter?" The yellow finch spoke.
Murong Qing? These three words jumped into Zhao Daotu's mind again. Murong, if it was really a person from the Murong family, it would be incredible.
Murong Qing on the phone is standing on the balcony on the bank of the Li River at this moment. Several other girls have turned off the lights and rested, but she likes this quiet night very much. The weather in the city is beginning to heat up again. On a quiet night, sitting on the balcony and blowing a cool breeze, there will always be a lot of thoughts.
"It's okay. I just want to see if you have slept. Now as soon as I hear your voice, I know that you must not have slept. If I guess correctly, you should be chatting with Wang Pao now, right?"
Murong Qing is a very smart woman.
The yellow finch nodded, "It seems that I can't hide anything from you."
Murong Qing smiled, "That's natural. You two can't sleep now. There are so many big things that have happened. You all want to solve the happy mysteries so much. Naturally, you can't fall asleep. However, the yellow finch, the matter between you and Wang Pao needs to be solved step by step. Excessive anxiety and thinking are right. There is no benefit to the progress of things.
"I understand!"
The yellow finch nodded.
"Well, as long as you understand, I just want to ask, hang up the phone, when to go to Sister Zhang Zhuo's place, let us know!"
"No problem."
The yellow finch hung up the phone. Wang Pao stared at him and asked, "What are you talking about? How do I find that this little woman of the Murong family cares about you now? But she seems to be older than you, right? Anyway, it doesn't matter. Women also like old cows to eat tender grass, don't they?
After listening to Wang Pao's almost shameless words, the yellow finch immediately kicked over and then said, "This joke can't be played randomly. Murong Qing's woman is not easy to mess with."
"Men exist to conquer women." Wang Pao is playing haha.
The yellow finch did not talk back, but lay on the sofa and silently lit a cigarette.
"What's wrong? I said, Brother Huang Que, you are much more sentimental than me. Think about it. Although your second uncle is missing, there is at least a little clue now, but what about me? It has been tracked down for more than ten years, not to mention clues, not even a hair.
Wang Pao sighed.
Listening to Wang Pao's words, Zhao Daotu outside the door suddenly pricked up his ears. Does Huang Hailin have a clue? As expected, the yellow finch really doesn't want to discuss anything with him.
"I can't figure out who the hell that guy is? Why did the ghost axe treasure box fall into his hand? The yellow finch glanced at the king cannon and asked softly.
Zhao Daotu outside the door has a thump in his heart, a ghost axe treasure box? Isn't he here today just to get some news? The voice of the yellow finch talking to Wang Pao is very low, especially when it comes to the ghost axe treasure box. If it hadn't been for Zhao Daotu's sensitivity and light action, ordinary people would not dare to eavesdrop on it so close.
Wang Pao shook his head and said, "There are still many things that I can't figure out. However, as Murong Qing said, since that person has asked Murong Qing to help him open the ghost axe treasure box, he also got Nirvana jade. He also said that he would make October Feng safe from now on. I think he must have something to act. I think As long as we wait patiently, we will definitely find the result. To be honest, I also look forward to that guy's appearance. Maybe all the clues of your second uncle and my old Wang family's bloody case will be on this guy.
The yellow finch nodded.
Zhao Daotu was sweating coldly, and his feet were a little unstable. The words of the yellow finch and the king cannon bombarded him one by one with heavy bombs.
Murong Qing opened the ghost axe treasure box? So this Murong is really that Murong?
Murong Shijia, a master of organs.
How could she help someone open the ghost axe treasure box? The person with the ghost axe treasure box is likely to be Huang Hailin. According to the situation, the yellow finch and Wang Pao still don't know.
Has Huang Hailin used some special means to crack the mechanism of the ghost axe treasure box?
Zhao Daotu's whole mind was in a state of confusion, and his mood, which had just calmed down, is now extremely chaotic.
Wait, Zhao Daotu was suddenly stunned again. Ghost Axe Treasure Box, Ghost Axe Treasure Box, Yellow Sparrow and Wang Pao kept repeating and mentioning Ghost Axe Treasure Box. Did they know everything? Do you know that the Luban box is a ghost axe treasure box?
Zhao Daotu was even more surprised by the news. If so, then the two boy must have begun to doubt themselves long ago. Otherwise, why didn't they discuss with him about so many big things? He didn't know anything about the master of the Murong family when he came to October Feng?
Zhao Daotu felt that he had missed a lot of good plays, and each of these good plays was inextricably related to the ghost axe treasure box.
What Huang Que and Wang Pao knew and the big events happened in this incident seemed to be much more than they thought. Zhao Daotu was a little lucky. Fortunately, Zhao Zheng let himself come here once. Otherwise, I guess everything would be late.
Zhao Daotu knew that he had not left any flaws in October Maple and around Huangque and Wang Pao. In the eyes of Huangque, he must be a big uncle who helped October Feng. Therefore, now that he makes Huangque and Wang Pao doubt, the only possibility is the middle-aged man he saw at the beginning. People.
The guy who killed the lame fourth.
At the thought of that guy, Zhao Daotu panicked for a while. He was a person who could do eagle claws and footless feet. The eagle claws were not bad. There were many people in the world. Although some people played incompetent, they could still call eagle claws. This kind of kung fu left the opinions of the door in those years, so there were many people who could. It was not surprising that such a person suddenly appeared. What surprised Zhao Daotu was that he stepped on the snow without trace. That was the direct kung fu of the Lao Wang family. Now, Wang Pao may be the only one he knows.
How can that guy do it? Who is his identity?
Just as Zhao Zheng guessed at the beginning, will that person be Huang Hailin?
But Zhao Daotu really knows Huang Hailin very well. The two are sworn brothers. They have known each other for more than ten years. They usually get together when they have nothing to do. Whether it is from the figure, appearance or the momentum and tone emanating from the body, that person can never be Huang Hailin.
Then who will he be?
However, the bastard seemed to say that that he would let the yellow finch know what he had done. At that time, he smiled and said that the yellow finch would believe him or believe in himself, but he said what if he was Huang Hailin?
Is it? Did he really do this?
Zhao Daotu didn't dare to forget to think about it. Judging from the performance of the yellow finch, it seemed that such a thing really happened.
That guy really took action.
Zhao Dautu was thinking nonsense, and his whole body was cold, hot, flustered and shocked.
"Well, Brother Wang Pao, I think Murong Qing is right. Both of us think too much, and it's time to have a good rest. Whether it's my second uncle or your Lao Wang's family, I believe there will always be a day when it will come to light, and the guy with the ghost axe treasure box, I must also find out his identity."
The yellow finch extinguished the cigarette and waited upstairs.
Wang Pao also hit a haha, and then said, "Oh, I also want to. I'm afraid that that bastard will become a woman next time, which will make people unable to defend. You know, he is a master of changeable appearance."
Easy-to-understand?
The two words hit Zhao Daotu's heart again. He scolded himself fiercely. Yes, he has been thinking about a lot of things, but why can't he think of this kind of thing?
The yellow finch and Wang Cannon slowly walked upstairs, and then the light in October Maple's living room went out.
Zhao Daotu stayed at the door of October Feng. When everything calmed down, he slowly moved his steps. He turned around, walked lightly, and crossed Fengwei Lane. Then his whole body flashed into the darkness and ran out in the direction of Xuanmen Pavilion.
Along the way, the night wind blew on Zhao Daotu's face, but at this moment, Zhao Daotu didn't feel any cold. He even said that he didn't think about anything else in his mind now. The route and direction he took seemed to be a kind of inertia, and in his mind, he was just repeating two words, Yi Rong.
Yes, Yi Rong, if it is Yi Rong, then everything will make the point.
Why did he dare to appear in front of him openly when he knew that he was coming when he killed the middle-aged man who killed the fourth lame fourth day? Because the face he appeared in front of him was fake at all.
I heard from Huang Que and others that the Murong family named Murong Qing seems to have solved the secret of the ghost axe treasure box, but why does the person with the ghost axe treasure box dare to be so bold at such a juncture? Perhaps the reason is that his identity can be changed at any time.
Huang Hailin is missing. Why is there no news everywhere? Why did the middle-aged man who killed the lame fourth say that he would tell the yellow finch in his capacity as Huang Hailin that night?
Does everything appear in the word Yi Rong?
Who is the middle-aged man who can make the snow footprints? Who is the mysterious person with the ghost axe treasure box in the mouth of the yellow finch? Zhao Daotu frowned. In his opinion, the ghost axe treasure box must be in Huang Hailin's hand. Is that mysterious person Huang Hailin himself? What about the middle-aged man? Is it also Huang Hailin?
Zhao Daotu suddenly stopped. He suddenly remembered a story that his master told in those years. The thousand of the eight gates are the best at transfigation. The transfigation is divided into easy shape and the god, the shape is easy, and the small adult. As long as the height and body shape are similar, they can imitate a person's appearance eight or nine points, while the big one can be bone. The head is flexible, reaching a very similar shape, and it is easy, which is quite not simple. However, as the master said in those years, the top masters in thousands of doors can not only imitate a person's voice, appearance and smile, but also have the same personality and temperament and even some small habits.
Eight-door gathering, a thousand-door master, nine out of ten died at the hands of the Japanese, only some unknown people survived. Seventy years later, today, the people in a thousand gates have already disappeared. Is it really a master in a thousand gate this time?
What about Huang Hailin? Is he a person from Qianmen, or is someone pretending to be Huang Hailin? Or...
For a while, Zhao Daotu felt that countless possibilities appeared in his mind. At this time, his doubts were no less than that of the yellow finch.