The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chapter 237 237. Become smarter

Chen Xiangyin mobilized her mind and power and scanned the Pang family's manor inside and outside.

After the two came out of the manor, they got back into the car again.

He Tongtian pulled his collar roughly.

Pang Wenkui's attitude was very strange. He didn't make any advances or give in. It could be said that he was watertight.

He felt like he wanted to punch but hit the cotton.

He quickly pulled out a cigarette and glanced at Chen Xiangyin from the rearview mirror.

"Do you want?"

Chen Xiangyin leaned back against the seat and tilted his head to look out the window. He didn't speak or look at him. He only stretched out his hand and spread out two fingers.

The next moment, He's big hand burst into view, and a cigarette was stuffed into his mouth.

Then the flames started to stir, and she took a breath without moving. The tobacco sizzled and lit, and the smoke slowly rose.

He Chongtian: "What did you find?"

After speaking, he turned half of his body, resting his elbows on the steering wheel and looking sideways at her.

Chen Xiangyin simply slumped in the chair, and he didn't even exert any force on his neck, as if he had no bones.

The cigarette she just put into her mouth was held in her mouth and smoked without fear of choking.

After the crane soared to the sky and his patience was exhausted and his breathing became a little heavy, Chen Xiangyin slowly raised his hand to hold the cigarette.

"Master Gao Tian is not here today, but I found the room where he lived."

He Chongtian: "Pang Xianshun said that on the night we went to the teahouse, Pang Wenkui arranged for Master Gao Tian to return to his hometown."

"Impossible." Chen Xiangyin responded crisply, his voice was hollow and devoid of emotion.

"On the table in his room, there is a newspaper reporting that Hongqiu was assassinated."

Agarwood makes me feel sick.

Reading newspapers was once an afternoon pastime for her and Du Hongqiu.

Why would Gao Tianshi, a cunning and cunning young boy like them, read newspapers like them?

He is the chief culprit who killed Du Hongqiu. It is so ironic to buy a newspaper to appreciate his handiwork.

He Chongtian looked at her almond-shaped eyes and said, "Agarwood, if you don't want to smoke it, throw it away. Do you choke?"

The agarwood exhales the curling smoke. From the perspective of the crane soaring into the sky, the smoke is exhaled from the small red lips on the transparent and pale face. It is small at first, then billows and then spreads.

The afternoon sun made the smoke glow warmly.

Like an immortal breathing clouds and mist.

"What are you thinking?"

Chen Xiangyin: "Can I go in now and tie up Pang Xianshun?"

This answer really surprised Ling He. "Why?"

"If he doesn't tell the truth, beat him until he tells the truth."

Seeing that Chen Xiangyin's expression was extremely serious, He held the hand holding the cigarette in the sky, swept his thumb across the end of his eyebrows, and raised a smile on his lips.

"Pang Xian can't move now."

He Chongtian told Chen Xiangyin all the contents of his conversation after meeting Pang Xianshun today.

Chen Xiangyin raised his head to cover his face and exhaled, "Master Gao Tian can't run away. The two of them will meet again."

He Chongtian agreed, "The fire of karma has not disappeared. Is it possible that it could be transmitted to Pang Xianshun? If it were Master Gao, I can't think of any reason why Master Gao would save Pang Xianshun's life instead of occupying the magpie's nest."

Chen Xiangyin's back felt cold when he heard He Chongtian's guess.

"Karma fire also has the effect of making people smarter?"

He Chongtian: "I don't know, but after a person obtains an ability that is a hundred times higher than his original ability, his state of mind and vision will be different."

Chen Xiangyin: "I have to see him again to test him out."

He Chongtian asked: "Does he worship anything strange at home?"

Chen Xiangyin: "There is a Maitreya Buddha in the hall, a Guan Gong in the tea room, and there is also a basement that is as solid as an air raid shelter and has an empty shrine."

He Chongtian: "Removed?" Chen Xiangyin: "Maybe, Master Gao knew we were coming and hid with a medium that might be the evil god statue?"

He Chongtian hummed, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. His mother told him to go back for dinner today.

Chen Xiang glanced at him looking at the time with her peripheral vision, "Go back, I'm sleepy."

"Where are you going?" Of course He Chongtian knew that Chen Xiangyin was talking about his home, but he just wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Go back to your home."

……

Chen Xiangyin arranged for Xuan Guo to stay guard outside the Pang family's old house, then he fell into bed and slept hard.

Once you wake up, you will be overwhelmed by a strong sense of despair and powerlessness.

He Chongtian left after seeing her back.

Downstairs, Gu Yunshi and Huniu's energetic chatter and laughter were annoying.

Chen Xiangyin turned over and couldn't sleep.

This villa is too big, and it doesn't gather energy at all. It makes people feel even smaller when they stay in it, and the heat from their bodies dissipates quickly.

Chen Xiang wanted to go back to Shen Ji to make clothes and curl up on her narrow bed.

The roof is low, the room is small and very safe.

When she came to her senses, she had already appeared at the door of Shen Ji Tailoring.

Chen Xiangyin rubbed his head, not knowing whether he was dreaming or suffering from hysteria.

Barefooted and somewhat numb, Chen Xiang opened the door of Shen Ji Tailoring.

Ah Pong was sitting in the room, crossing his legs and blowing hot tea from the cup.

"Am I dreaming?" Chen Xiang approached suspiciously.

"Why are you so surprised to see me?" Ah Pong stood up.

Chen Xiang lowered her face and didn't look at him. She knew that Du Hongqiu's death had nothing to do with Ah Pong, but when she saw him, she would think of the scene when he detained Du Hongqiu's soul.

"Hey, I'm talking about you." Ah Pong knocked on the table with his knuckles in dissatisfaction, "You can change your attitude so quickly. Didn't you crawl into my arms and ask me to take you away two days ago?"

Chen Xiangyin was not in the mood to joke with him, "It's really ugly if you don't open the pot and pick up the pot."

"Okay." Ah Pang raised his eyebrows, "I was originally here to give you a gift, but I'm leaving now."

With that said, Abang stood up and walked out pretending to be.

"What gift?" Chen Xiangyin asked, and Ah Bang stopped and looked back at her.

"That friend of yours refuses to be reincarnated. Can you help me persuade him?"

Agarwood was touched and was about to nod, but became timid again.

Losing the same person twice, the second time is more painful.

But if Du Hongqiu refused to reincarnate, he must have an unfulfilled wish. She couldn't let him become a lonely ghost in such a dark place.

"Where is he?" Chen Xiang asked.

Ah Pong was trying to be mysterious and waved to her, "Follow me."

Chen Xiangyin looked down at his bare feet, "Am I dreaming?"

"Of course not! Otherwise, wouldn't it be weird for you to dream about me?" After A Bang said this, he glanced at Chen Xiangyin's reaction intentionally or unintentionally.

Chen Xiang nodded: "Indeed."

Although A Pong said this was not a dream, Chen Xiangyin still remained skeptical.

The reason was that the two of them were walking too fast and could not see the surrounding scenery clearly. Somehow, they walked to the Cross Street in Scissor Alley at night, and as they walked, they reached a wilderness.

The desolate reeds gradually became familiar.

There was some kind of tiny spark in Chen Xiangyin's head, and his steps became lighter and faster.

Passing through the reed marsh and pushing aside the messy and rough reed grass in front of us, an abandoned steam locomotive suddenly appeared in front of us.

Under the bright moonlit night sky, Du Hongqiu, dressed in a crisp suit, was standing in front of the locomotive.

Wearing the spring clothes she had packed for him, he had the spring orchid pinned to his chest.