Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 405 Finding Voices and Taking Pictures (Single)

Chen Yu was a little disappointed that he couldn't find an interior location at the twelve-story building.

At this time, the night was dark, he thought about it, and planned to go to Zhenwu Mountain the next day to have a look. 28 Mountains have been passed down for a long time, and the worst is stronger than the background of Chonglou City. Mindfulness doesn't do much.

Back at the residence, the store has not rested yet, and I heard from the boy that a gang of murderers has appeared in the city recently, they are the sinister people he met just now, they are doing all kinds of evil, fighting with the government and various factions, making the city not very noisy Peaceful.

"The master of the shop spent a lot of money to invite several martial artists to the Bai Family Martial Art Museum in Xiyuan. Their fists and kicks are amazing."

As he said that, the boy in coarse gray clothes picked his chin and nodded towards the inn door.

Chen Yu noticed it when he came, and the four of them gathered together, not to mention their sharp legs and sharp eyes, and their bodies were strong and powerful under their clothes.

"With these masters, even if I add a few more pairs of chopsticks to add some food and wine, I feel at ease inside and out."

The boy was still lamenting that several hotels in the city had been targeted and ransacked, and the residents were scared away.The master of his own inn is willing to spend money, otherwise the stability will not be as it is now.

When Chen Yu went upstairs, the four people heard the movement and turned their eyes, glanced and then withdrew.

A Taoist priest and a young servant, the former came only during the daytime, and his figure was moderate in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of martial arts practitioners like them, he looked thin, his feet were frivolous, and his hands were weak.

"Perhaps it was from a small Taoist temple in the surrounding area to travel."

They didn't think too much as they were far away, the distance was too far and the other party's little arms and legs couldn't go far at all, it was probably within a house, and they came here admiringly after hearing the name of Zhenwu.

A few people turned their heads and continued chatting. This job is actually quite easy. In the eyes of ordinary people, Yin Jiuliu, who is famous for being vicious, is just a group of newspaper groups to keep warm. , how could such a person think highly of a small broken inn by the roadside.

"Stay for another two or three days. According to the contract, five days is enough for us."

"There is wine and meat, and you don't have to worry about practicing martial arts, and you still have money. This is a good day."

"Exactly that."

"..."

Upstairs, Chen Yu had already opened the door.

Stepping in, his eyes glanced faintly.

Looking at the several guards who were crooked outside the threshold downstairs, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"It's true, a group of warriors who are open and close, it is probably normal to look down on these low-level people."

However, it is this kind of contempt that really opens the door to the sinister people.

This group of people will not face you one-on-one. They are good at breaking doors and stealing chickens and dogs.

Obviously, he has already been patronized here.

"It's not just my place that was stolen, but it hasn't been revealed yet, and they will probably bother them in a while."

Chen Yu walked into the room and closed the doors and windows.

call--

With a wave of his sleeve robe, Bai Shengsheng's mist protruded from his palm.

around the house.

Gradually, a figure quietly gathered by the door, rising slowly.

He looked at it with great interest, his eyes following the movement of the white mist figure in the room.

Walking in from outside the door, tiptoeing, a trace of mist gathers in the opponent's hand, turning into a long stick-like thing, being held and knocked here and there.

Although it was mist, when the stick fell, it really made a dull and subtle sound.

[Looking for sound and taking pictures] Chen Yu wouldn't be able to set up a large array of tens of hundreds of spiritual scripts in the temporarily rented house, but there are still some small tricks, such as now.

It is a brand-new application born out of Xuanyang's emptiness sense technique. It is not considered a technique. It changes the target of the effect, and changes the effect that originally interfered with other people's five senses and six consciousnesses into a copy of all the behaviors of the person in the technique, and then acts on it. On myself, review and reproduce by modifying my five senses.

The sound, movement and even breath are all within the perceivable range, so it is logical to reproduce them.

This kind of operation requires stronger manipulation of the five senses, six senses, and the spirit, so after spiritual transformation and recasting of the soul, he created it while staying in Jingpo Lake.

In fact, as long as he wants to, he can even reproduce it completely one-to-one, hair, leather, clothes, expression... any small details will not be missed, but it will consume a lot of energy, so it is not necessary.

An ordinary thief who was unlucky enough to escape.

Only he can detect the sound-seeking and taking pictures, and the eyes of others are still empty, and he closed the doors and windows, of course, not for this.

In front of him and within his field of vision, the figure of the white mist was still moving. After searching for a long time, he seemed to find nothing. Finally, he stomped his feet as if out of breath, opened and closed his blurred face, and uttered a vivid curse:
"Poor man! Not a penny!"

"Bah! Waste of uncle's time!"

After finishing speaking, the figure returned to the door and was in the state of pushing the door. The next moment his figure flickered and turned into nothingness.

Chen Yu took a look, the thief who entered the house had already been marked by his spiritual breath, and he was like a bright torch in the Chonglou City. He was not in a hurry to make a move, and he would naturally have time to concoct the opponent when he met him.

After tidying up the messy bed, the fingertips flickered, and the dust-dispelling technique was hung in the room, sweeping back and forth.

The air has become much fresher.

"Go to Zhenwu Mountain tomorrow to have a look, and hope to harvest more secret treasures."

The next day, early morning.

Some of the residents in the inn hadn't gotten up early, and some had already found out that they had been patronized by thieves overnight, so they went to the store to make a noise.

Chen Yu woke up, not disturbed by the turmoil of the outside world, opened the wooden window and looked at the sky for a few times, it was gray, but the sky was still clear.

gone!

The smoke and clouds rose and fell, and in an instant, his body turned into a blue light and flew out of the inn. After entering the sky, he paused for a while, and recognized the direction to go to Zhenwu Mountain.

……

With a bag on his back, Mao Yuanye ran down from the cemeteries on the mountain, covered in dust and mud and grass on his face.

A few days ago, under the guidance of his colleagues, he joined a group of forces who called themselves Yin Jiuliu.

Most of them are like him, prostitutes, stealing pickpockets, beggars and confinement women, etc., all doing things that are not seen in the light, and are not seen by others.

I even heard that there were a few bad guys who also participated in it, such as the Tu Fuzi who digs graves and fights, and the human teeth who pick raw and cut them.

Mao Yuanye was not very interested in what these people did on a daily basis. He only knew that the one who introduced him to join had said something first, saying that everyone was in a group to keep warm and make a living together.

To put it bluntly, there are many ways to make business here, which can be called a wealth of money.

Not long after he joined, he had already sent a dozen messages based on his job as a disciple.Menya, Yuezhou dialect, there is a custom here, after the dead are buried, they are guarded by a living person for a hundred days, only worth midnight. It is often said that they are the last ones to send each other away.

Because of this, he kept in contact with them all the year round, and inquired about many funeral matters, including the location of some large tombs, the exquisite organs, etc., and sold them to many local masters in the gang.

Some of them can still see each other again, they have more contacts and money, and some of them disappeared without a trace, I don’t know whether they escaped or were folded in the tomb.

As for yin and karma, retribution... He doesn't believe in Buddhism, and he even sneers at the relationship between heaven and man. He has lived so long, and he doesn't see any gods and ghosts.Once this person has no fear, he will have no bottom line.

Originally, Mao Yuanye didn't make money from dead people. He relied on living people to gather wool, mainly because he was in a good mood, talking nonsense, and bluffing people all the time.

It's all right now. Ever since I met Yin Jiuliu and his group, a lot of news that was useless in the past has been rushed to buy.

"Hey, this time there is another good product, and you can be refreshed for a few days after you sell it."

　The recent ups and downs of the epidemic, everyone should protect themselves.Not to mention, go to send supplies.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)