Police cars roared through the streets, and apparently the gunfire alerted the authorities.
But Xu Tong had already erased his traces long ago, threw the Taoist's body into the prop book and quickly left the scene.
It's not that he underestimates the police, but that the police's investigation methods are still relatively backward under the constraints of the times.
In reality, as soon as he fired the gun, the nearby patrol police would arrive within three minutes, and at the same time, the eyes of the sky would quickly lock on to every intersection around him.
Even the cameras in front of small shops will become the eyes of the police.
Police dogs, patrol officers, traffic police, and criminal police will block the intersection for you before you leave the area.
Not to mention there are drones conducting reconnaissance operations above your head.
Unless it is a targeted premeditation and every step of the retreat has been calculated in the early stage, it is almost impossible to get rid of the police's pursuit without using [Jack's Mask].
In fact, he didn't go too far. After all, it was already very late. Walking alone on the street, he might be stopped for questioning. Even if the problem was not serious, it would still leave some suspicion.
There happened to be a Dajun Hotel not far away. Xu Tong walked in and saw three shirtless men drinking wine and playing cards. There was no front desk and no need to register.
After knowing that Xu Tong wanted to stay, a red-faced man squinted his eyes and took the key to open a room for two for Xu Tong. The price...it was cheap, two cents a night.
The environment is not very good, the toilet is public, and the room is filled with a damp smell and even a smell of smelly feet. It is close to the train station. I believe anyone who has stayed near the train station will understand this kind of environment.
Fortunately, there were not many people staying, and he was the only one in the room at the moment. He didn't care about the bad environment. Compared with the rancid environment everywhere in the previous script, this place was already much better.
After closing the door, Xu Tong sat by the bed. He put a cute little paper pig in his pocket and placed it on the table. The paper pig twisted its body with difficulty, and every step it took looked like a crab.
, looks particularly pleasing.
Except for Xu Tong, probably no one would have thought that this honest and clumsy-looking paper pig could actually be a Taoist who kills people without blinking an eye.
Speaking of which, he was unlucky enough to meet Xu Tong's Shankou.
At this time, this unique skill was still hidden by the master, and had not yet become famous in the Beimang Tournament.
Naturally, the Taoist didn't know how powerful Bai Shankou was, so he suffered a big loss suddenly. Otherwise, how could Xu Tong kill him so easily?
Of course, having said that, Xu Tong was still not good at learning, and the power of Bai Shan Kou was far from being fully unleashed. He only severely damaged the Taoist. If it were his master, he would probably kill the Taoist instantly.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of that time when they met on the train, the master quietly changed his gestures with a dark face. Fortunately, he took out the [Magic Bell] early, otherwise he didn't know how he died.
Every time he thought about this incident, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
At this time, the Taoist on the table seemed to have adapted to the body of the paper pig. Although he could not speak, he raised his cute little pig's trotters and pointed at Xu Tong.
Xu Tong poked the belly of the paper pig with his fingers and knocked him over on the table. Before he could get up, he gently pressed his fingers on his pig's head to make him lie on the table unable to move.
"If you want to be reborn, just cooperate with me honestly, otherwise I will throw you into the cesspool."
After hearing this, the Taoist priest really didn't dare to move anymore.
He couldn't change the fact that his body was dead. Even though he wished he could die with Xu Tong, he immediately gave up when he heard that he was going to be thrown into a cesspit. If he was really thrown into a cesspit, the result would be worse than never being reincarnated.
All dirty things, whether they are gods or ghosts, will avoid them all. If you are trapped inside, you will not only have to endure the dirty air, but even ghosts and gods will not want to see you. As time goes by, you will really never be reincarnated.
Seeing that this guy was no longer gesticulating, I found a pencil, cut off a section of refill, and gave it to him, and asked him to crawl on the paper and write down what he wanted to know.
It was nothing more than the same questions as before. This time the Taoist wrote very seriously. He wrote every stroke neatly. It took him more than half an hour to write Xu Tong's questions clearly.
It turned out that there were seven of them in total. Some of them met by chance, and some were drawn into it by acquaintances among them. Zhang Yong was one of them.
The leader of the seven is a guy named Qianju. This guy is the most mysterious. He wears a mask every time he summons them.
Qian Shu's age cannot be checked, but the Taoist has talked with him several times and feels that this guy is unfathomable and knows many secrets that they don't know. He even heard Qian Shu say by chance that he participated in Yuan Datou's ascension to the throne.
Ceremony.
You must know that Yuan Datou announced his accession to the throne in 1915, and it is now 1968. Qianshou can participate in such an important event as the enthronement ceremony, and be able to escape unscathed afterwards. It is absolutely impossible for him to be a young boy.
Even if we consider him to be 20 years younger, I would conservatively estimate that he is at least seventy years old now. He is definitely the Voldemort who survived the Republic of China era.
The Taoist's talk about sitting on the Immortal Stake came from this Thousand Hands' mouth, and it was also confirmed by him that this guy could sit on the Immortal Stake.
As for Guo Jinhua's matter, the Taoist really doesn't know because he is not responsible for it, but it is speculated that it has something to do with the bald man next to Zhang Yong, Monk Ming.
What they are planning, the Taoist can't tell, because everyone is responsible for different things. The only people who really know the core secret are Qian Shu and Hun Jianglong among the seven.
Looking at the information written by the Taoist, Xu Tong nodded, and then asked about Feng Lailou.
Just when the Taoist was about to write and was about to continue writing.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Xu Tong's mind moved and he grabbed the Taoist on the table in his hand.
After a while, he heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw the shirtless man who had opened the room for Xu Tong before walking in with three people.
"I'm sorry, brother, our bed is full, and there are three more people here. There is really no room, so I can only let you make do with it for one night."
The big man pointed to the three people behind him and said to Xu Tong.
A dark-skinned old man stuck his head out and smiled at Xu Tong: "Brother, I'm sorry, you sleep on the upper bunk, and we three brothers sleep on the floor. We will sleep for one night and leave without disturbing you."
As he spoke, the old man patted the quilt on his back, fearing that Xu Tong would not agree.
Suddenly three more people were crowded into the same room as him. Xu Tong originally planned to simply give up the room to them, and then go out and find another hotel.
But at this time, a man from behind stepped forward, apologized to Xu Tong with his hands in his hands: "Oh, isn't this Brother Yu?" Oh, I didn't expect to meet you here, what a coincidence, big brother, second brother, hurry up
Come in, this is my brother, no need to be so polite."
As soon as the man spoke, Xu Tong was startled at first, but he quickly realized it. He glanced at the man's sleeves out of the corner of his eye and saw the familiar ink, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He quickly stood up in cooperation, took the man's hand and said: "Oh, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."
It was indeed a coincidence. Xu Tong did not expect that Gao Zhuo, who he had been looking for for most of the day, would actually meet him here.
While I was surprised, I also thought of the poem given to me by Feng Lailou's boss, "Don't worry about the road ahead without friends."
This made him feel a little more mysterious about Feng Lailou's boss, and he couldn't help but be more wary of Feng Lailou's ability to predict the future.
The two people at the door couldn't help but look at each other. As for the owner of the hotel, he saw that since they all knew each other, he didn't need to waste any words and turned around and left.
Gao Zhuo took advantage of the handshake to quietly write the character "Feng" on Xu Tong's palm, and winked at him. Xu Tong immediately understood what Gao Zhuo meant.
Patting Gao Zhuo's arm, he looked at the two people outside the door: "Brother Feng, these two are..."
"Haha, let me introduce to you. This is my eldest brother Zhu Xiang, and this is my second brother He Huanxi." After speaking, Gao Zhuo turned around and introduced to the two of them: "Eldest brother, second brother, this is
It’s Yu Ni, a good brother I met while traveling abroad.”
Zhu Xiang nodded and raised his hand towards Xu Tong: "Patch Wan's brother, are you an online friend?"
Is Feng's brother a local?
"It's not online, it crawled out of the eagle's talons."
Xu Tong clasped his hands and responded, "I'm not a local, I just came out of the police station."
Zhu Xiang and He Huanxi couldn't help but look at each other after hearing this, and their expressions immediately relaxed.
"Don't worry, eldest brother and second brother, these are really our brothers. Let's talk. Let's go out and buy some food and drinks. Let's have a good drink tonight."
After saying that, Gao Zhuo pulled Xu Tong out. When the two of them walked out of the hotel door, they saw Gao Zhuo whispering: "Why are you here??"
"I haven't asked you this question yet, why are you the third child??"
Xu Tong glanced at the hotel behind him and asked Gao Zhuo.
Gao Zhuo was also depressed when he mentioned this matter. After he entered, his identity was just that of a gangster, not from City L. As soon as he entered, he encountered a street melee. Following the prompts of the side mission, he rescued these two guys, but ended up being mixed up.
I just mingled with them.
He said in a low voice: "These two people are not ordinary. They are beggars from the lower reaches of the city. They said there was something big going on in L City and they wanted to give me some insights, so they brought me here."
Gao Zhuo didn't know how to describe it when he mentioned it. He originally planned to take a bus to L City, but he followed these two beggars and had to live and eat all the way. Fortunately, they were not far from L City, otherwise he didn't know when he could get there.
Come here.
"So, have they said what the big deal is?"
Of course Xu Tong knew that this important event might refer to the Beimang Mountain Conference, but the details were not clear, and he was still confused as to what was going on.
Although these two are beggars, they are not ordinary beggars fleeing for food. Simply put, they are a gang of beggars. There are huge information networks among each other across the country, otherwise they would not have said that they would bring Gao Zhuo to Mayor L.
experience.
"I didn't say that, but the second child, He Huanxi, mentioned that they were invited by an expert from L City. This expert's name is...oh, yes, his name is Qianju."