How can I know the whereabouts of the board? "
Liu Chu pursed her thin lips, "Go find it."
Just as Si Mao took a step, he heard the voice behind him, "Call everyone, listen clearly, it's all."
He turned his head, and when he saw the boss's face, he swallowed and his back was cold.
Since when did the boss and Young Master Song get so close
It seems that when the bandits entered the town, Master Song accidentally injured the boss's leg. He moved into the inn, lived with the boss, and took care of the boss.
Since then, the boss has always talked about Young Master Song, saying a word or two from time to time, just like the brothers talking about their mother-in-law.
When Simao led the brothers around the restaurant, Liu Churen was in Song Mansion.
Hearing this, Mrs. Song Ping tilted her dry hand and pushed the tea cup to the ground. It blossomed with a slam, and fragments were scattered everywhere, "Liu Zhaotou, how did you tell me?"
She clenched her crutches and tapped the ground vigorously, "You said, you risk your life!"
Liu Chu said in a low voice, "Old lady, the most urgent task at the moment is to find Young Master Song, and when he returns safely, if the old lady wants Liu's life, she will take it."
Song Ping played the rosary, her mouth slightly opened and closed, she was chanting, it was difficult for people to hear what she was reading.
Liu Chu's palm holding the knife was wet with sweat, and his forehead stirred, "Old Madam, Young Master Song's whereabouts are unknown now, and his life and death are unknown. If you wait for the Buddha to rescue you, it will be too late."
Song Ling opened her closed eyes, and a stern look appeared on her wrinkled face. She grabbed the rosary and called the housekeeper.
Soon, all the servants of the Song Mansion were dispatched, as well as the teachers and teachers who took care of the ancestral hall.
There were so many people in the town all of a sudden, running in and out of various shops, and asking passers-by to inquire about it. Within a stick of incense, everyone knew that something had happened.
This time it was the eldest young master of the Song family, the lifeblood of the old lady.
When the Song family heard the news, they all went to the big mansion. They were all worried and anxious, and they were all stopped by the housekeeper outside the door of the meditation room.
When Old Man Zhao came over, everyone outside the meditation room had left. He seemed to have picked the right time and didn't want to meet those people.
Across the door, Song Ling was kneeling and chanting scriptures inside.
The old man Zhao stood outside the door and comforted him, "Don't worry too much. Awang is not a child. Maybe he just felt bored in the restaurant and went out to relax. He lost his way."
There was no movement inside.
Old Man Zhao paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, "I should be back before noon."
There was still no response.
The old man Zhao called his students, "Go back."
The scholar's response was half a beat. He raised his head, obviously absent-minded, "Teacher, are you calling me?"
The old man Zhao shook his head and sighed, "One or two, what happened?"
After noon, no one was found.
The Song Mansion was shrouded in a repressed atmosphere, people walking and doing things lightly, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
Father Ye came here once, but he didn't see Mrs. Song Ping's face. His attitude was delivered. He said a few words outside the meditation room and left without waiting.
Everyone in the Ye family was smeared in their eyes, desperately looking for the eldest young lady, but could not spare any help.
In the afternoon, the people in the town got a shocking news. It turned out that not only Young Master Song, but also Boss Dai of the restaurant was missing.
They were all captured by demons.
Definitely yes!
People started to panic, the monster was still in the town and didn't leave, last time they mistakenly thought that Boss Zhang was a monster, but they got it wrong.
What about this time? Whose skin will the demon wear
Someone saw Boss Zhang's old mother. She was walking around the streets as usual, not only talking non-stop, but also laughing today.
Weird.
The timid children cried with fright.
The child's mother cursed, "Crazy old woman, what are you doing to scare the child? Why don't you just die!"
The old man kept his footsteps and kept talking in his mouth.
There were people making troubles, scolding, and shouting in the street. Panic spread invisibly, because they didn’t know anything, so they were afraid.
Trust this thing can be strong, or it can break at the touch.
Once something threatens personal life, self-protection is the only choice people will make, and it is also possible.
Unconsciously, the sun gradually slanted west, and the night has revealed a graceful figure.
The people of the town were caught off guard, and they resisted violently, refusing the arrival of the dark night, full of danger and unknown.
But the sky was still dark.