The old man studied it for a while, but he still couldn’t find out what it was written. The little baby probably didn’t learn all the words.
"I'm afraid no one will recognize it if it's written like this, why don't the old man correct it for you?" He looked at Ye Qianning, his gaze fell on that innocent little face: "Forget it, forget it, anyway, you just write like this. "
In the dream, he was beaten up badly by the doll, and the old man had a bit of a revenge mentality, so he couldn't blame him for not delivering anything.
Thinking of this, the old man shook his head triumphantly: "The old man is going to look for pens and inks now. Don't say that the old man didn't send you a letter."
—
One day passed, and the entire city of Kyoto was sealed off.
The chop family, the Gu family, the Qian family, and everyone in the general's mansion were dispatched, and they were going crazy.
The matter was even more serious than the theft of the imperial palace a month ago. In one day, the capital city was searched by all parties, but no old Taoist figure was found.
The crowd expanded the search, and a large number of people from the capital city launched a search in all directions.
The identity of the old man is a mystery, no one has seen it, even the omniscient money operator in the world can't find out the old man's origin.
"Send the letter to the clan." Feng Xiuyi looked gloomy.
"Well, my subordinate has drawn the appearance of the old Taoist and sent it back to various places. Once there is news, I will report it immediately." The entourage replied.
Feng Xiuyi clenched his fingers tightly, his joints creaking: "If I find out what it is, I will definitely crush him to ashes!"
The attendant glanced secretly, and spoke cautiously: "Young master, why are you so concerned about a little doll?"
"The edge of the eye."
"Young master, since we met that child outside the capital city, it seems that nothing good has happened... Ahem... The subordinate said that the young master has done enough for the child, and we still have something to do when we come to the capital city..."
"You can handle those little things yourself, I still have something to do." Feng Xiuyi took what his father ordered to heart.
"Young master, what should I do with my subordinates."
"You can decide for yourself, I'm leaving."
"Young master, where are you going?"
"Looking for someone."
"Little Lord…"
Dressed up as a small follower chasing the door, there is no shadow of his young master.
—
The city of Kyoto is completely blocked, and the dilapidated tile-roofed houses in the small alleys near the streets seem to have not lived in it for a long time.
The furniture in the room was dilapidated and messy, with spider webs all over the room. There was only one bed in the inner room, and the bed frame had fallen apart. No one would have guessed that there was a dark room hidden under the dilapidated bed board.
The dark room is roughly flat, dark and damp, and there are chirping sounds in my ears, and rats are everywhere.
Sang Zhi curled up in the corner, the mouse climbed on him, he was motionless, his eyes were cold.
On the other side, an old man who is over half a year old secretly observes him, dressed in wealth, and protected by someone with such high kung fu, how could this child have such a strong murderous aura.
"Ahem..." The old man coughed violently while clutching his chest. He raised his wrist, the joints had gradually turned black, and the internal energy in his body had begun to scurry.
His time is running out.
"Little baby, who are you?" The old man spoke to him.
Sang stopped and didn't move.
"Little baby, you are full of murderous aura, but you have no internal strength and can't do anything. Are you very unwilling." The old man said slowly.
Sang Zhi's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and he clenched his fingers tightly, but he couldn't do anything.
Can't do anything...
I can only watch Ye Qianning die in order to protect him, and watch her body being taken away, there is nothing I can do...
He can't avenge, can't kill people...
