When Kuang Jinxin followed his master out of the rockery secret passage, fog broke out in the Cheng family compound.

The fog made the old house colder, and it was paired with a white mourning cloth, making it even more yin-wind detection.

Kuang Jinxin carried a square box, like a saint seizure carrying a saint clothes, followed his master through the rockery and towards the courtyard wall, preparing to slip away without knowing it.

They have succeeded.

The box was full of antique calligraphy and paintings. Although Kuang Jinxin did not study it in depth, his master kept a room full of silver dollars and did not take jewelry. He only asked for this box of things, and he understood who was the most valuable.

But there is something strange.

His master, when he came to the Cheng family, was as familiar as returning to his own. Without taking any detours, he went straight into the secret passage and touched the other person's "wealth center". And as soon as he entered, he didn't search for it. He locked the box at a glance, asked him to carry it and leave without any nostalgia.

The purpose is too clear and the route is too clear.

"Who is there?" A question suddenly came from the bushes next to him.

Kuang Jinxin was shocked and instinctively stopped, and felt a "swish" in front of him - the master had already stepped on the wall.

Kuang Jinxin didn't have time to wipe his sweat, so he immediately rushed to the base of the wall as quickly as possible, trying to use the momentum to kick the wall and use the force to go up...

As soon as Qian Ai rushed out, he saw a boy with a big box on his back, crawling up the wall with his hands and feet. He climbed so slowly and hardly, and he wanted to go over and help him lift him up.

He was so stimulating that he doubted his life by the smell of the thatched cottage, so he found this place where birds and flowers scented, and was about to make it convenient in the arms of nature. However, he heard strange footsteps as soon as he got into the bushes.

The fool also understood the scene in front of him: "Where is the little thief running away-"

A half-literate word was shouted out, and Qian Ai immediately felt like he was dreaming of returning to Kaifeng Mansion. In an instant, the Ma Han of Chao possessed him, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu rushed over with a tiger step, and grabbed one of the thief's legs without saying a word!

Kuang Jinxin has already fallen on the wall. He is about to succeed, but he feels a pain in his ankle.

He lowered his head, had a dark face, his eyes were bright, like a little tiger.

I'm sorry.

Kuang Jinxin said silently in his heart, then avoided his eyes and kicked his feet on the other person's cheek!

Qian Ai originally expected the thief to pull his legs back, but he didn't expect that the sole of his shoes would come over. He was kicked straight. The pain was the second. The key was that he wouldn't even slap in the face. So, with anger, he was just too busy to get his brain and shouted: "I'll go, you're really kicking--"

Kuang Jinxin was stunned in this "I'll go".

Looking at the face below, a familiar feeling came to my face.

"Brother Qian?" Because of uncertainty, Kuang Jinxin murmured very lightly, and as soon as he said that he had reached the master outside the wall, he pulled him down.

So these two words mixed with the noise of his landing, and in Qian Ai's ears, they were even more fascinating than the fog in the yard.

Crime?

How much money?

Money... Brother?

In this world, those who can call him Brother Qian are not the second person except Xiaokuan. But... it's not such a coincidence! And even if it's really Xiaokuan, how can you recognize him as Qian Ai at a glance? "I'll go" is not his only use. Captain, military advisor, and Xiaoxue may call him.

Qian Ai looked at the wall with his neck raised, and suddenly jumped up and asked clearly.

But the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther outside the wall clearly told him that there was more than one thief, and he had already run away.

"Mari, what are you doing here!" A middle-aged man cursed, "There are few people in the spirit shed, and if something goes wrong, you can afford it."

Qian Ai lowered his eyebrows and smiled. It was not that he had a good temper, but that after he woke up, he spent 80% of the time listening to this person's nagging and was already immune.

This person was a teahouse invited by the Cheng family, which was specially designed to help people prepare for weddings and weddings. He knew all the rules and regulations, from changing clothes, mortals, burying, receiving three, burning seven, mourning, and funeral, all the appropriate series were arranged by him.

On the way back to the spirit shed, the tea room kept talking. Even when Qian Ai heard it, he finally understood the reason why the tea room suddenly became angry - someone came to pay his respects.

"I have never seen anyone who doesn't understand the rules so much. How can I come to pay my respects before being buried? Besides, it's already time, and filial sons need to rest. Who will 'shoulder'? Who will 'thank you filial piety'..."

Qian Ai was very knowledgeable, but he was nodding anyway.

While they were talking, the two returned to the spirit shed and saw a young man standing in front of the spirit shed, paying attention to the portrait of Mr. Cheng.

The young man was wearing a foreign style suit and gold-wisted glasses were on his nose. He heard the sound of footsteps and turned his head to look over. He first pushed his glasses, and then nodded apologetically to the tea room. Obviously, he realized his rudeness.

The teahouse changed the frowning and curling his lips when he just complained to Qian Ai. At this moment, he looked polite. Regardless of whether the rules are in compliance with the rules, he will take this person to finish the condolence process.

After the condolences were finished, the young man had not said anything about seeing off the guests in the tea room, but he spoke first: "Can you borrow a step to speak?"

The tea room was stunned and couldn't understand the meaning, but he still followed him to the side.

Qian Ai stood there, unable to hear the conversation between the two, but his eyes never left the young man.

For some reason, he always felt that the other person just pushed the glasses, which were very elegant, wise, calm, uh, and pretending. And it was not ordinary pretending, but a pretending with a slight harsh temperament. This feeling really made people feel itchy and familiar...

"Zhuzi..." The servant next to him suddenly pulled his sleeve.

Qian Ai's rare thought of inspiration was interrupted, so he didn't look at him: "What?"

The man's face turned pale, and he looked at a certain direction behind him with fear: "Look over there... is it... the old man... floating again...?!"

The last two words were so scared that they changed their tone and were no longer like human movements.

Qian Ai's neck chilled, and he immediately turned around and looked in the direction the man pointed.

Then, his hair was cold to the soles of his feet.

In the depths of the fog, the shadows were floating alone, occasionally floating to the dim place, and the dead face appeared in the moonlight.

Qian Ai looked at the "people" floating in the distance, then looked back at the portraits in the monastery, then looked at the "people", then looked at the "portraits"... Isn't it just Mr. Cheng who should be lying on the Xiaoyao bed in the monastery hall?

"It's a corpse--" Some of the other servants in the guarding shed howled like this. In the quiet Cheng family compound, it was like a magic bullet with a second kick and a monkey flashing lightning.

The first thing he realized was the young man. He ignored the tea room and rushed over and rushed towards the "dead" floating in the depths of the fog!

Qian Ai didn't know what he was thinking, and he followed him as soon as his head became hot!

The young man ran in front, he chased him in back, and Old Master Cheng seemed to know someone was chasing him, drifting faster and faster, and finally drifted over the courtyard wall!

The young man climbed to the wall without saying a word!

Qian Ai is so familiar with this place that he was kicked not long ago. At that time, he had no chance to confirm his eyes, leaving only the sole marks on his face. This time, he could not miss the opportunity again-

"Someone has used a small team meeting on you. If you don't understand, forget it and ignore it. I will continue to crawl yours..."

There were a series of gushes, and the person who had already sat on the wall was stunned.

Wu Sheng was just talking to the tea room and didn't pay attention to the servants around him. The person who was so dark in his teammate's soul was so dark. In such a night, just like the man in black in Conan, his facial features were completely dissolved in the dark.

But at this moment, he knew it and his voice was filled with sincere joy: "Old Qian!"

"Wu Sheng?" Qian Ai was a little hesitant compared to his military advisor's determination.

"Who else would chase a zombie-scam old man besides me?" Wu Sheng sighed. The current development really caught him off guard, but time was urgent. "Come up quickly, he is going east, let's chase them together!"

Qian Ai hesitated at all, and immediately climbed out of the courtyard wall with Wu Sheng and chased into the depths of the alley.

During the catching up, Qian Ai understood Wu Sheng’s mission - looking for the missing Du Jinnian.

As for why I chased the Cheng family, the client Xue Qingshan said that the last place Du Jinnian went to before he disappeared was the Cheng family.

Du and Cheng families have a family relationship. Du Jinnian often visits the Cheng family. Xue Qingshan doesn’t have much contact with the Cheng family, but he also has a good impression of his friends. Unexpectedly, Du Jinnian is in the Cheng family and disappears. Of course, when Xue Qingshan is looking for the Cheng family, the old man was terminally ill at that time. Cheng Xiaonan, the eldest son of the Cheng family, received him. It is true that Du Jinnian came that day, but he left after drinking a cup of tea. As for the others, he didn’t know anything about it.

Wu Sheng then rushed to the Cheng family to investigate the situation.

After hearing this, Qian Ai was already out of breath, but there was a question, and he had to ask: "How can you confirm that this servant is me at a glance? Maybe he is the captain, Xiaokuan, Xiaoxue?"

While running, Wu Sheng quickly glanced at his teammate's coarse cloth shirt, torn shoes, and the face full of "life is not easy"...

"Well, it's just intuition, very subtle, not easy to describe..."

...

A secret back alley.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is killing people, and the thin fog cannot cover the smell of blood.

Hai Yunlong kicked a man in front of Ying Jiu. The man was tied up and was tortured all over his body to the point of being tortured, and he had only half of his breath left. He rolled on the ground like a blood gourd.

"Justice Jiu, I'll give you back. The attack is a little heavy, but my life is still there." Haiyunlong smiled and rubbed the blood on the soles of his shoes on the ground, as if he kicked the man, which dirty his shoes.

The brothers from Fushouhui who were standing behind Ying Jiu immediately stepped forward when they saw this, and blue veins popped out, wishing they could rush up and have a big fight.

The Haigang members behind Hai Yunlong immediately followed suit and refused to let him go.

The atmosphere between the two sides was tense.

Until Ying Jiu said lightly: "Thank you, the leader of the gang."

As he said this, the people on the ground were immediately put on the stretcher brought by the brothers of the Fushou Society, and the two of them were carried away directly and sent back to the gang for treatment. The remaining brothers continued to stay where they were.

The air suddenly solidified, and all the brothers in the alley, regardless of the gang, stared at the body of the old man wearing a shroud on the ground, a little confused.

They have seen many corpses, and they are all covered in blood. But suddenly, such an old man fell from the sky, and was still in this dark, windy and misty sky. It was a special horror.

Chi Yingxue first reacted and while everyone was still shocked, she pushed Hai Yunlong and ran over the wall!

Hai Yunlong was pushed onto the old man. He climbed for a long time before getting up. His legs became weak and he was angry and gave an order to all his brothers: "Chasing!"

A group of people immediately rushed up and climbed over the wall, but who cares about the corpse that was completely invincible?

...

After Chi Yingxue climbed over the wall, she hid on the roof of a shop next to her, watching Hai Yunlong run away comfortably with a group of brothers, blew a whistle that only he could hear, and got off the room neatly.
To be continued...