"I find it very strange." Liang Yanbei's answer can be said to be very serious.
A monster appeared for no reason, and so many people saw it, so it should be said that the city was full of wind and rain, but when I came out this night, I didn't hear a single person discussing it.
It's as if it didn't happen at all.
"Could it be that the monster used a magic spell to make them forget about it?" He tried to guess.
"It's also possible that the two cultivators today used some kind of magic in secret." Wen Chan also guessed.
"But is that demon technique really so powerful?" At that time, there were quite a few people around.
"I do not know either."
The two people who didn't know anything guessed blindly for a while, and at the same time gave up entanglement with this question.
While talking, the two stopped at the entrance of the alley. Behind the streets on both sides were all kinds of alleys of different lengths. Although there were many, they were not deep.
"There are so many roads, where should I go?" Wen Chan looked left and then, as if every road looked like the alley where Wu Qi lived.
"Let's stand up and look at it." Liang Yanbei pointed to the roof, "I'll take you up."
Wen Chan felt that this was a good idea, so he stretched out an arm to signal Liang Yanbei to grab it.
He lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "Do you really think I'm a fairy or something? I can fly with you?"
As he said that, he lowered one shoulder, and his short body was on the same level as Wen Chan, and patted his shoulder, "Hurry up and hug."
Wen Chan immediately withdrew his arm, wanting to refute.
Liang Yan Beixin said, this is beyond your control.
He shot quite quickly, grabbed Wen Chan's arm and hung it around his neck, and wrapped his other hand around his waist.
Wen Chan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when his sight was clear again, he was already standing firmly on the roof, and he was very close to Liang Yanbei, with his collarbone in front of him.
The noodle smell that still remained on his body came from his nose, obviously not a pleasant aroma, but it also made Wen Chan's heart beat wildly.
Liang Yanbei quickly let go of him without making unnecessary movements.
Wen Chan wanted to jump up and give him a hammer, but seeing his businesslike appearance, he couldn't say anything, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.
He didn't want Liang Yanbei to always touch him, or make overly intimate gestures, because he was afraid that the restraint he had always been proud of would be worn down and collapsed.
Once he lost his restraint, Wen Chan thought, maybe he would become a lunatic.
"Look." Liang Yanbei suddenly interrupted his thoughts, "Most people have gone out, only a few people are still at home."
Wen Chan's attention shifted, and he followed the sound to look. Sure enough, he stood tall and looked far away. He could see all the alleys in the surrounding area, and only a few houses with candle lights on.
If Wu Qi returns to the house, he must light the lamp, so those who are dark are excluded directly.
"I saw that he went east after leaving the store, so let's check from the houses in the east of Yuchai store." Liang Yanbei pointed casually and drew out a range.
After speaking, he opened his arms, "Come on, Young Master Wen, go down."
"Stop lying to me!" Wen Chan refused to cooperate.
No one knew that Liang Yanbei was born with supernatural powers. In his previous life, Liang Yanbei often grabbed his arms and flew around. At that time, Wen Chan and his weak crown were much taller and heavier than they are now. Liang Yanbei felt no pressure at all.
Liang Yanbei said innocently, "How did I lie to you?"
Naturally, Wen Chan would not testify about events from his previous life, so he just made up an excuse, "I heard that you have great strength."
Liang Yanbei couldn't help but laugh, "Who did you listen to? I can't lift my hands and shoulders, and I never do heavy work. How can there be such a thing as great strength?"
Isn't this pure nonsense? Which person who can't lift his shoulders with his hands will kick someone's mouth and nose to bleed, and immediately pass out
Wen Chan was angry and funny, "Can you change your nonsense?"
Liang Yanbei is actually not a person who likes to talk nonsense, but he is an exception for people he is very familiar with. Wen Chan only discovered it after being fooled many times.
It's just that he finds it strange that according to the current relationship, he is at most an ordinary friend with him, how can it be regarded as quite familiar with him
Seeing that he was angry, Liang Yanbei immediately recited his worthless oath, "I promise this is the last time I will talk nonsense."
"You think I'll believe it?" Wen Chan couldn't help laughing.
Wen Chan remembered that once in his previous life, Liang Yanbei ate white rice and spilled the table, and he said a few words casually. At that time, there were many soldiers eating together. Said, "This is the last time I will eat white rice."
He has long been used to Liang Yanbei's nonsense, but the soldiers took it seriously, eating noodles for three days in a row, Liang Yanbei was very unhappy after eating, so he asked the soldier chef to question him, and the soldier chef asked with a confused face, "Didn't it be General that you said you would never eat white rice again?"
In order not to let the soldiers feel that his general is a man who does not keep his word, Liang Yanbei insisted on eating noodles for half a month, and finally couldn't hold on, so Wen Chan came forward to get rid of the nightmare of Dun Dun noodles.
Thinking about it, Wen Chan really laughed out loud.
Seeing that he seemed to be thinking of something happy, Liang Yanbei didn't ask, and smiled along with him, suddenly pointed down, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Look, is that Wu Qi!"
When Wen Chan heard this serious matter, he hurriedly looked down, only to see that the streets, lanes and yards below were all empty, "Where is it?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt his body tense, being embraced by two arms, and his face was lightly touched Liang Yanbei's exposed collarbone, and then his feet were empty.
Wen Chan subconsciously hugged Liang Yanbei's waist tightly.
It's so warm... He is like a timid sheep, even if he got what he has always dreamed of, he only dares to treat it cautiously.
When Wen Chan was about to die in the previous life, he had the courage to ask Liang Yanbei for a hug, but that hug only made him feel extremely bitter, not at all as sweet as the present moment.
After landing, Liang Yanbei let go of the strength in his hands. He thought he would be pushed away immediately, but the hands around his waist did not move.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked down at the person who only reached his collarbone, and buried his head slightly in his arms.
He bent his eyes and smiled, and just about to speak, he suddenly felt a slight pain from his left collarbone, and the next moment, the person in his arms left, and took a few steps back to stand in front of him.
Liang Yanbei raised his hand to touch it, and felt that the place was still a little wet, and then realized that he was bitten by Wen Chan's small fangs.
With a sudden heart attack, Liang Yanbei felt that the bite on the tip of his heart was not only painless, but also itchy. He stared straight at Wen Chan.
"You asked for it yourself." Wen Chan snorted guiltily.
He also regretted his impulsive behavior just now, but he was not afraid of Liang Yanbei Xingshi's questioning, even though he couldn't beat Liang Yanbei.
But Liang Yanbei not only didn't have the idea of questioning the crime, but also felt that what he said made sense, so he looked away, glanced at the house with candle lights, and said softly, "Let's go and have a look."
The two were standing in front of the window of someone else's house at this time. There was a yellow light in the window, and there were faint voices of talking.
They tiptoed close to the window and heard someone whispering in the house, only male and female could be distinguished.
Wen Chan stretched out a finger, trying to pick out a hole quietly, but was stopped by Liang Yanbei.
I saw that he took out the fire pocket, and without blowing it, he poked it on the window, and immediately burned a hole. After that, he burned another one at a distance.
The meaning is obvious, you and me one by one.
Wen Chan looked in along the hole, and saw a woman in her forties who was embroidering under a candle lamp, and a man of about the same age was sitting beside her, weaving straw sandals.
It seems that they should be just ordinary people.
Wen Chan stretched out his hand and tugged at Liang Yanbei's sleeve, and whispered in his ear, "It shouldn't be here, let's change."
Liang Yanbei only felt the fiery breath rushing towards his ears, and the subtle voice like a cat moaning hovered around his ears, as if dyeing his ears.
He glanced sideways at Wen Chan, with a lingering smile on his brows and eyes inadvertently, "No need."
The gleam in his eyes made Wen Chan's heart skip a beat, before he had time to ask why, he saw his figure move, walked to the door in two steps, and reached out to knock on the door.
Wen Chan was taken aback by his action, but soon understood his intention.
Compared with peeping one by one, it is indeed much easier to ask directly.
After the door rang a few times, the man inside opened the door and looked at Liang Yanbei and Wen Chan. Seeing that they were outstanding in appearance and exquisitely dressed, they couldn't help but be cautious in their tone, "What's the matter?"
"This eldest brother, has he ever seen a man in his thirties and a young and beautiful girl, people from the capital, who just came here a few days ago." Liang Yanbei asked succinctly.
The man thought for a while, and said, "There is indeed a man from the capital who came here not long ago, but he is alone, and there are no beautiful girls around him."
Hearing this, Wen Chan's eyes lit up, and he found it!
Liang Yanbei remained calm, "I think it should be him, brother, can you tell me where this person lives?"
"Just go in this alley, and the one in the innermost one will be there." The man kindly reminded, "He may not like to communicate with others..."
"Thank you." Liang Yanbei punched him.
The man responded casually, then closed the door and went about his business.
Wen Chan heard the woman in the room ask his man a few words, and after a few quick words, the two of them started working again. Liang Yanbei took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve, and slipped it in through the small hole in the window quietly. on the window frame.
Then he turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Wen Chan, who knew how to keep up.
"I remember the room inside..." Wen Chan hesitated to speak.
"En." Liang Yanbei responded, "No lights."
If the lamp is not lit, it is very likely that Wu Qi has not returned, or has escaped.
Wen Chan hopes to be the former.
The two stopped at the deepest part of the alley. Liang Yanbei still raised his hand and knocked on the door first, but there was no sound.
The two looked at each other, and Wen Chan could see a little plunder in Liang Yanbei's eyes, which was the prelude to beating someone.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his leg and kicked open the closed door, only to hear a loud explosion, which was especially abrupt in the secluded alley.
Liang Yanbei took the lead in stepping into the room, and as soon as he landed on his feet, a figure suddenly rushed from the side, with a flash of cold light, Wen Chan saw that the man was holding a long sword in his hand.
He was terrified when he saw it, and blurted out, "Be careful!"
The blade went straight to Liang Yanbei's neck, and the strike was extremely fierce, with a gust of wind, it was bound to kill someone with one blow.
However, Liang Yanbei seemed to have been vigilant for a long time, neither dodging nor dodging, he raised his hand and cut off the man's arm before it touched his neck, and pressed his thumb upwards, there was a soft "click", and there was no scream. Symptoms erupt.
The long sword fell with a bang, Liang Yanbei turned his palm into a fist, and hit the man's chest. With another cry of pain, the man's body was thrown out and hit the window hard.
Xu Shi knew that he was not Liang Yanbei's opponent at all, so he tried to escape through the window, enduring the pain.
Seeing that he was about to run away, Liang Yanbei's first reaction was not to chase him, but to look back at Wen Chan.
Under the dim light and shadow, Wen Chan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but said anxiously, "Hurry up and chase him, don't let him run away!"
Liang Yanbei raised his hand and stuffed something into Wen Chan's palm, and said in a low voice, "I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he quickly turned out the window and chased people away.
In an instant, the room fell silent, and Wen Chan touched the things in his hands in wonder, and through the dim light, he found that it was the fire book that Liang Yanbei had been carrying.
There was an inexplicable warmth in my heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.
Wen Chan pulled out the torch and blew it on, and found a candle lamp by the light of the small flame, lit it, and the whole room was lit up.
As soon as he put away the fire folder, he heard a slight sound.
Listen carefully, "Dong Dong" rings non-stop, one after another.
Wen Chan picked up the candle lamp and searched for the small voice. When he walked through the main hall and the small courtyard, the voice gradually became louder.
He pushed open the door and stepped into the bedroom, only to realize that the source of the sound came from the bed.
Wen Chan put the candle lamp on the table, walked slowly to the side of the bed, and didn't immediately check what was going on.
The sound was irregular, it seemed to be getting slower and weaker, and then it stopped suddenly, and then there was a whimpering sound.
The voice seemed to be muffled by something, dull and hoarse.
Wen Chan bent down, intending to lift the quilt on the bed.
"Master Wen!" A sudden shout came, with haste.
Wen Chan was so frightened that his hands shook, and then he heard Liang Yanbei's voice. He guessed that he was chasing someone back and didn't see him, so he was a little anxious, so he responded, "I'm here!"
Hearing a burst of quick footsteps, Liang Yanbei stepped in through the door, turned his eyes around, fixed on Wen Chan, and first looked up and down.
Seeing him standing on the edge of the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly, and asked in a calm tone, "What are you doing here?"
Before Wen Chan could answer, the voice from under the bed replaced him, whining, and at the same time there was a "dong dong", which was louder than the one just now.
"There's someone down here." Wen Chan pointed to the bed and said.
Liang Yanbei glanced at the bed vigilantly, stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Chan back a few steps, and then lifted the quilt to reveal the bed board.
Without the pressure of the quilt, the loose bed board was pushed up by the people below, Liang Yanbei lifted the bed board up, and the person who was closed was exposed.
Her forehead was punctured, with scarlet blood, her hands and feet were bound, her mouth was covered with a cloth strip, her head was covered with dense beads of sweat, and her eyes stared at Liang Yanbei in horror and begging.
It was Jiang Yueying who had been missing for nearly a month.