In fact, through the eyeball spider's perspective, he had a panoramic view of what happened to Zhongsun Mou.
We are surrounded by monsters and have good combat capabilities, but when it comes to reading documents and analyzing data, humans have to do it. Since we have limited manpower, it is better to pick up ready-made ones from Zhongsun Mou.
That's why he just let Zhongsun Mou take away all the documents - he couldn't grab much at that time anyway.
"In other words, all the clues point to the vicinity of Bai Shaqiang in Qizhou? This Mr. Mai seems to be a shrewd person, would he leave such obvious clues?"
At this time, there was a sound of peeling and pecking at the door.
He Lingchuan opened the door, and the store clerk standing outside handed over an oil paper bag:
"Sir, someone has designated this for you."
The tiger, which was lying on the soft couch and licking its fur, heard the sound and raised its head.
He Lingchuan took the paper bag and asked, "What does that person look like? Where did he go?"
"Yes, the lame beggar in the back alley got it."
He Lingchuan didn't listen to his words, jumped downstairs, and caught up with the beggar outside the store in two steps.
Since I'm lame, I can't walk fast.
He took out two coins and waved them in front of the beggar: "In which direction did the person who asked you to give this go?"
The beggar pointed to the west.
It happened that Jiao Yu also heard the sound and came out. He Lingchuan asked him to smell the scent on the oil paper bag: "Chase!"
This is using the tiger as a dog. Jiao Yu didn't have time to bury him, so he ran forward after the slightest hint.
He Lingchuan had time to ask the beggar: "What does that man look like?"
"Tall man, gray cloak, the material is very good, but the brim of the hat covers his face, so he can't see his appearance."
He Lingchuan threw the copper plate to him and went upstairs.
After about a cup of tea, the tiger came back.
Seeing that it returned empty-handed, He Lingchuan comforted him and said, "It's okay. It took the lame man a long time to walk to the store, which was enough for Mr. Mai to retreat calmly."
Otherwise, why would they find a cripple?
"The smell disappeared halfway through." Jiao Yu shook his head, "He used some magic to cover himself. What's in the paper bag?"
At this point, there were suddenly a few bangs on the floor outside the door, and then a knock on the door.
The knock on the door was very distinctive, and He Lingchuan knew it was General Ling who was coming.
When I opened the door, I saw that the old sheep had shrunk to the size of an ordinary sheep. I looked up at him eagerly: "I heard something moving here!"
"You have long legs." He Lingchuan knew that General Ling probably had one ear always listening here, not letting go of any trouble.
To be honest, whether you are a human or a monster, being so dedicated to your tribe deserves respect.
He let the sheep in, took out the oil paper bag, and opened it in front of the two monsters.
There is a book wrapped in it. Strictly speaking, it is a notebook. It only has about seventy or eighty pages, but the cover is crisp and it looks brand new at first glance.
Jiao Yu was surprised: "Hey, this is... "Record of Worshiping the Gods"?"
This masterpiece is a handbook written by Wu Chen, the former demon emperor of Bejia, in his later years. It is in the hands of the nobles of Lingxu City and all the demon kings of the vassal.
Of course, people in Lingxu City and the capitals of various demon kingdoms might also have collections in their homes.
Of course both Jiao Yu and General Ling have read this book: "Who will send you this?"
Chapter completed!