At the foot of Maoshan Mountain, people come and go in an endless stream, all kinds of people wearing Taoist robes turn their heads and ears, and the banners of various sects are clear, and they are walking towards Maoshan Mountain.

Those flags have Wudang Mountain written on them, and some Longhu Mountains, and the Taoists each hold their chests up and look happy.

Some tourists saw that this place was suddenly so lively, thinking that it was acting, and the curious inquired only to know that Maoshan was preparing to hold a Taoist conference.

Meeting friends with Taoism, and demonstrating the strength of each sect in martial arts.

Standing at the entrance of the mountain, a handsome young man wearing a brand-new cyan robe, standing proudly, with a shallow scar on his face, saw a group of people holding high the banner of Wudang in the distance, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hello fellow Daoists of Wudang, I am a disciple of the Maoshan Zhengyi faction, and the master asked me to welcome you here."

, the young man shook his robe in a dashing manner, and there were several girls in Taoist robes standing behind him, all of whom opened their mouths wide like, and screamed in unison: "Wow...... Senior Brother Zhu is so handsome......"

This person is Zhu Ya, the white-faced cold son.

Although the scar on Zhu Ya's face has faded a lot, it can still be seen.

This not only did not destroy Zhu Ya's handsome appearance, but gave people a sense of fortitude and bravery.

The leader of Wudang was also a young man, who looked about the same age as Zhu Ya, arched his hand towards Zhu Ya, and said politely: "Trouble Brother Dao to lead the way." ”

……

After Liu Lang left the construction site, he rushed back to the rental house, and before he entered the door, he found his luggage lying at the door.

Damn, how does the criminal police team know that I live here?

Liu Lang wiped a cold sweat secretly, but he didn't expect Wu Nuannuan to send someone to send the luggage home directly.

When he opened the door and entered the house, Liu Lang shouted urgently: "Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi, where are you?" ”

Rush into your room. It was empty, and there was no shadow of Han Xiaoqi at all.

Liu Lang hurriedly went under the bed and flipped through it, but fortunately, the books and copper coins and swords he had hidden were still there.

However, the light blue dress that I bought for Han Xiaoqi before I put it at the head of the bed was gone.

Liu Lang ran to Han Meimei's room again, but still didn't see Han Xiaoqi's shadow.

"Could it be that Han Xiaoqi also went to the wreath shop?"

Liu Lang was a little puzzled. I packed up my things a little, stuffed a few Taoist books and witch books into my backpack, picked up the copper coin sword and rushed to the wreath shop.

Running all the way, sweating profusely, he ran to the wreath shop, and Liu Lang found that the door of the wreath shop was closed.

Liu Lang had a bad feeling at that time.

Since Han Xiaoqi possessed him, Liu Lang was even more worried, after receiving a strange call from the old man Hua this time. Liu Lang kept thinking about it, afraid that something would go wrong with Han Xiaoqi.

Opening the door with the key he had matched, Liu Lang almost rushed into the wreath shop, and as soon as he entered the door, he looked around, shouting loudly while looking: "Xiaoqi." Flower old man ......"

No one answered, and even the wreaths were covered with a thin layer of soil, as if there had been no one at all for the past two days.

"How is that possible? Could it be that Xiaoqi hasn't been here for the past two days? ”

Liu Lang was a little panicked and hurriedly took out his mobile phone. made a phone call to the old man, and it still prompted to turn it off.

I quickly called the wreath shop again.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The sudden ringing of the phone startled Liu Lang.

The phone is also good, huh?

Liu Lang looked towards the place where the phone was. Suddenly, I saw a palm-sized note next to the phone.

I was in a hurry to find someone just now, and I didn't even notice that there was a note here.

Liu Lang was curious, and when he picked it up and looked at it, his heart sank.

Kidnap?

Coerce?

A paragraph was written on the note: I want to meet your girlfriend friend. Use the chaos magic to turn the Daomen Assembly upside down, otherwise, her soul will be imprisoned in this body forever.

I, who the hell is this, who dares to kidnap Han Xiaoqi?

No, how did he know that Han Xiaoqi was a female ghost?

Liu Lang frowned tightly, and when he looked down carefully, there was still a two-word signature, which was expensive.

Damn, Han Xiaoqi can only be possessed for forty-nine days, if something really goes wrong, no matter who you are, you must be broken into pieces.

The more Liu Lang thought about it, the more angry he became, obviously he had been targeted.

However, seeing the meaning of that sentence, it seems that Han Xiaoqi's life will not be in danger in his hands.

Liu Lang began to tremble all over, his two fists clenched tightly, and he felt remorse and regret in his heart.

I knew that I had taken Han Xiaoqi home directly, how could I still be hijacked now?

Moreover, looking at that person's tone, he seemed to know Han Xiaoqi's ghost identity clearly.

Grandma's, even let me go to the Daomen Conference! And you have to use chaos magic? Who the hell is this?

But at this time, Liu Lang obviously had no better way, so he had to pick up his mobile phone and make a call to Wu Banxian.

It took a while for the phone to be picked up.

"Hey, who's that? I'm busy. ”

Wu Banxian was drunk, and his tongue was bent.

Liu Lang was thinking about talking, and a delicate voice suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone: "Master, aren't you telling my fortune?" Come on. ”

"Come on, come on, I'll figure it out for you later......"

Wu Banxian's voice was cold, and he urged: "Liu Lang, something is fast, I'm busy." ”

Liu Lang wanted to scold, but when he remembered that Han Xiaoqi was still pinching and going to someone else's hands, he scolded secretly: This rich and lustful Wu Banxian, go back and clean you up.

"When is the Daomen Conference open?"

"Half a month later."

Wu Banxian said absentmindedly, and before Liu Lang could ask again, he hung up the phone with a snap.

"Damn, this old man!"

Thinking that there was still half a month to go, Liu Lang's heart eased, knowing that now that Han Xiaoqi had disappeared, he must have been taken away. And if he still wants Han Xiaoqi to live, he has no choice but to listen to the words of the mysterious person.

With a suffocation in his chest, the phone suddenly rang again.

"Hey, Brother Niu."

The call was made by Niu Dazhuang.

Niu Dazhuang seemed to be a little excited, and said anxiously: "The autopsy report has come out, and the boy was not drowned at all." ”

"What? Not drowned? ”

Liu Lang didn't expect the autopsy to be so fast, and he was suddenly stunned.

Niu Dazhuang said: "Yes, not only was he not drowned, but he couldn't find out the cause of death at all, Team Feng asked you to come and take a look." ”

"Okay, okay, I know, Brother Niu."

Liu Lang felt that his life had suddenly fallen into a mess, why had he only spent a few days at home, and there were so many things as soon as he came back.

Liu Lang felt that the deceased might have suffered some curse, but he didn't know the specific situation, so he had to go to Ma Youde to ask.

Liu Lang closed the door of the wreath shop and hurried to Ma Youde's noodle shop.

Within a few minutes of Liu Lang's departure, a figure suddenly appeared in the wreath shop, looking extremely weird.

The figure was a thin old man, but his eyes shone with an eerie light.

"Hmph, Daomen Conference, you guard against my Dark Witch Sect day and night, you would never think that a person who knows Taoism would sneak in, right?"

"As long as this son uses the chaos magic technique, haha, haha......"

The figure laughed twice, and the originally vague face gradually became clearer.

If Liu Lang saw it at this time, he would be surprised, this person was an old man who had disappeared for a long time. (To be continued~^~)