"Prince, what happened just now?" Hua Cheng and Feng Yang walked away, seeing no one around, he hurriedly said, "That Ban Yu, he doesn't seem to be human either."
"It's definitely not a human being, but I'm still not sure what he is." Feng Yang said, "He always says he is a dragon, but he doesn't have any aura of a dragon on him."
Feng Yang felt annoyed at the thought of using so much aura but failing to get Ban Yu done. Ban Yu is a snake spirit, and I don't know if it was sent by heaven to restrain him, and it doesn't matter every time he encounters it. The first time he was watched by people, the second time he was not only watched but also wasted a chance for a free haircut, and the third time was even more hateful, not to mention absorbing his spiritual energy, but even returned his only haircut. The long-sleeved T-shirt that could be worn out was torn to rags!
The cool wind blew the fabric, Feng Yang couldn't help shivering, and suddenly felt a little cold. He wasn't very cold-resistant in the first place, and after living in the Xuanbing Prison for half a year, he seemed to be even less resistant to cold.
Hua Cheng hurriedly moved closer to Feng Yang's neck. It's a pity that he is too small to play any role in keeping warm.
Feng Yang gathered up his clothes and walked a long distance before stopping a taxi. Originally, there was not much money, but now I spent another twenty-seven yuan.
While thinking about how to make more money, he went home and found out all of Xiao Fengyang's things. Useful things, such as books and so on, are kept. As for clothes, I kept two sets of wearable ones, and burned the rest. The fire he lit was different from ordinary fire, its color was redder than ordinary fire, and its temperature was higher than ordinary fire. The moment the flame sticks to the object, almost no matter what it is, it will be turned into ashes, and the fire is under Feng Yang's control, it will burn wherever it goes, there will never be any deviation, and there will be no smoke.
Hua Cheng bounced on the ground to see if there were any crickets that happened to be burnt to a crisp, but unfortunately only found one in a long time. He muttered and ate after a few clicks, and asked Feng Yang, "Prince, are we leaving here tonight?"
Feng Yang changed his clothes, packed his schoolbag, and then took out the snacks that Ban's mother gave him. He planned to eat this as a midnight snack, so that he could lighten his burden and fill his stomach when he left later.
"Ban Yu will definitely come back. Until we find out what he is, it's best to avoid him." Feng Yang broke the dim sum into small pieces and put them on the table, "And you said Yes, his meritorious deeds are too great to be offended."
"The most frightening thing is that he will still absorb your aura!" Hua Cheng said, "But he seems to be able to lock your location all the time. Where can we go safely?"
"Go back to school. We'll go back after checking up on the bald head. Generally, schools don't allow people to go in easily, and it won't be easy for him to find us when the time comes." Feng Yang said, "Are you full?"
"Gah~ I'm full."
"Go and guard the gate." After Feng Yang said, he took out the small clothes from the bag.
It was a small red padded jacket, made of pure cotton fabric with red background and white dots. The inside should be cut from the autumn clothes worn by the family. It is soft and warm.
Feng Yang touched it, then took some of the spiritual energy in his body and gathered it on the middle finger of his right hand, drawing a talisman in the void. Obviously his hands didn't dip in anything, but the drawn runes shone with silver light, long and as tall as an arm's length. Feng Yang flicked it lightly, and the rune seemed to have an entity, and it fell to one side with his strength. Immediately, the light on the runes gradually merged together, turning into a silver cyclone with a diameter of about seventy or eighty centimeters.
Feng Yang dripped a drop of blood into the cyclone. The fiery red blood quickly dispersed in the center of the cyclone, dyeing it a bright red color.
He didn't do this kind of thing easily before, but now he has no better way.
"Today, Fengyang, a descendant of the Shenfeng clan, specially summoned General Wan Xiang to come here in the name of the god of war Luo Yanzhu."
"...Who is it?" There was no other person in the room, but a majestic male voice came out from under the cyclone, "Who is so courageous? How dare you pretend to be the God of War of my Shenfeng clan!"
"Uncle Wan, it's me, Feng Yang." As soon as Feng Yang heard the familiar voice, he made a downward movement of pressing down on the cyclone with his right hand palm down. As if feeling some kind of pressure, the cyclone slowly fell to the ground.
A tall, tall, long-haired man in battle armor who looked about thirty years old rose up from the cyclone.
To be precise, this is not a person, but the soul of the most powerful general among the soldiers that Feng Yang's mother led during her lifetime. He did not reincarnate immediately after his death, and now works in the underworld.
"You said you were Prince Fengyang?" Wan Xiang couldn't help looking up and down when he saw a boy who was somewhat similar to Fengyang, but less handsome than Fengyang himself.
"Yes, Uncle Wan. It's just that for some reason, I have changed my body now. It's hard to explain it in words. Let's talk about it later. I invite you here this time to ask you to do me a favor."
"That's Prince Fengyang, that's my little master." Wan Xiang saw that the human being opposite did indeed have the spirit of the Phoenix clan in his body, and besides, he could be summoned in the name of Luo Yanzhu. The blood relatives of the Luoyan clan could do it, so he cupped his fists and asked Feng Yang: "Prince, what do you need to call your subordinates?"
"I want to ask Uncle Wan to help me find someone." Feng Yang set the little padded jacket on the table on fire, and the little jacket appeared in Wan Xiang's hands. Feng Yang said: "I need to find the owner of this little padded jacket, but my spiritual power is greatly damaged now, so I can only ask you to help me find out about this matter."
"I see." Wan Xiang said, "Do you have the date of birth of the owner of this thing?"
"Yes. In the year of Ding Chou, during the month of Wushen, Guisi, and Renzi, her name was Shen Yuzhu." Feng Yang told Wan Xiang according to the message, "This girl was separated from her family when she was young, and her whereabouts are still unknown. Please, Uncle Wan."
"The prince speaks seriously. Then you wait a moment, and I will investigate right away."
If there is any place in this world that records a person's information in the most detail, it is nothing more than the underworld. Because the underworld has to measure a person's merits and demerits, so as to decide what kind of place they will be reincarnated in.
Since Feng Yang successfully summoned Wan Xiang, he naturally stopped worrying. He walked around the cyclone unconsciously, wondering what Ban Yu might be.
Ghost, definitely not, unless it is a high-level underworld, it is impossible to have a human form on the ground. But if it's a demon or a demon, then it shouldn't be, because Ban Yu has neither demonic energy nor magic power.
Feng Yang glanced at the clothes he had replaced not long ago, and at this moment Wan Xiang also found the information he was looking for and returned to the ground.
"Prince Lao has been waiting for a long time. Here is the information of the person you are looking for." There were several densely packed pages, and Wan Xiang was worried that it would be inconvenient for Feng Yang to read, so he used his force to stand up the papers from the underworld that he brought one by one. .
"Thank you, Uncle Wan, I'll make a note." Feng Yang hesitated for a moment: "By the way, Uncle Wan, have you heard that someone from the Dragon Clan descended to the mortal world in the past two years?"
"Never heard of it." Wan Xiang looked at Feng Yang suspiciously, "Prince, why do you ask such a question?"
"I met a lunatic who always said he was a dragon. I didn't believe it at first, but he could absorb my aura." Feng Yang said, "And he can always lock my location, no matter where I am."
"There is such a thing?" Wan Xiang was a little worried, "Does the crown prince know his birth date? If I know, I will go and look it up."
"I don't know yet, I'll check with you when I get it." Feng Yang rarely met someone who cared for him since he was a child, and felt kind to him, so he asked again: "Uncle Wan, how are you doing in the underworld now?" ?”
"It's not bad for the crown prince's concern. In another hundred and seventy years, I will be able to return to the God Realm." Wan Xiang said, "By the way, crown prince, why did you say that the spiritual energy was greatly damaged?"
"It's a long story, I'll talk to you slowly when I have free time." Feng Yang saw Wan Xiang's worn clothes and didn't say anything else, thinking in his heart that he had to burn some gold ingots for the soldiers of Qifeng Army up.
Wan Xiang saw that Feng Yang seemed to have something else to do, and it was inconvenient for him to stay in the mortal world for a long time, so he returned to the underworld from the cyclone. Feng Yang saw that the time was getting late, so he quickly contacted Brother Bald.
The bald brother Shen Qiang is still not asleep at this moment, not to mention he is not asleep, everyone in the Shen family can't fall asleep. Ever since Shen Qiang took his sister's little padded jacket from his old mother, everyone had almost the same idea in their hearts, hoping to find it. Although it has not been successful for so many years, what if? What if I found it this time
Shen Qiang was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, looking at his phone from time to time.
His son Shen Cong'an glanced at his mouth: "I said Dad, don't wait, he is a charlatan. How many times have you said that our family has been cheated? The money is easy to talk about, but that little padded jacket, you are not unreasonable." Know how precious my milk is."
Shen Cong'an is currently the only one in the Shen family who feels that it is impossible to find his little aunt, and his father is the one who was cheated.
Shen Qiang glared: "What do you know? If there is any hope, we have to try. If you have this skill, you can finish your homework quickly!"
Shen Cong'an is fifteen this year and is in the third grade of junior high school. When he heard that the words "homework" had big prefixes, he said, "Stop writing! I can't finish it! There are so many homework all day long! Dad, don't stare at me or your phone, let's You and I can go back to our respective houses to sleep. I can assure you that the 'big fairy' you mentioned will never contact you again. He might go somewhere to lie to the next one. If you don't believe me, just... "
Before he finished speaking, Shen Qiang's cell phone rang with a "ding bell".
Feng: The person has been found. If it is convenient, give me the address. It is best to have an interview tonight. I have to go back to school tomorrow.
Shen Conan saw the message: "I'll go! I found it so quickly? Dad, do you believe it? Was your IQ shaved off by the barber along with your hair?!"
When Shen Qiang went up, he slapped his son on the back of the head: "You brat, what are you talking about? You have a high IQ! You have a high IQ and you scored 31 points in Chinese?!"
Shen Cong'an clutched the back of his head and ran away, but said that at this time, Shen Qiang was not the only one who was so angry with his son that he ran away.
Father Ben found out that his son seemed to be more insane than before when he returned home from the Four Seas Dragon Palace Hot Spring. This bastard, the old man cared about him and asked him why he ran out suddenly, but he was lucky, the good grandpa didn't call him, but actually called the old man "Prime Minister Turtle"! Make the old man so angry...
"Xiao Yu, what on earth are you going to do?" The old man was so old that his grandson almost cried out of anger.
"Didn't I say that I want to marry a wife." Ban Yu said, "Didn't you all meet him today? Oh yes, his name is Feng Yang. Prime Minister Gui, you will be in charge of preparing the dowry for me tomorrow."
"What dowry?" Wang Danya was curious.
"Let's prepare a hundred pearls first." Ban Yu thought for a while and said, "It doesn't need to be too big, one of about one catty will do."
"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough..." The old "Prime Minister" was so frightened by a hundred catties of pearls that he couldn't get up and fainted.
The author has something to say: Ban Yu: I am the first fairy dragon in the dragon clan to become a fairy in tens of thousands of years! How can Little Phoenix's spiritual energy be enough for me to recover? ! You think too much! Why don't you quickly pour in the nutrient solution? Help me to make good things happen with him as soon as possible! hum~