Chapter 37 Surveillance
"Using the first volume of the Bone Burial Secret Art as bait and the lower volume as a hook... This Immortal Association has a good plan."
Wang Hao saw through the thoughts of the Immortal Association in charge of Changchun at a glance.
But he also knew that although this method was simple, the effect was absolutely brutal.
Put yourself in another person's shoes, if the average handyman knows that the Strengthening Sutra cannot be practiced, and then also knows the magic of "The Secret Art of Burial of Bones".
I'm afraid I will definitely pounce on you at all costs.
To use a popular saying in the previous life, this is called conspiracy.
As long as you are still in the Dongsheng Sect, still a hopeless handyman, and still want to embark on the road to immortality and meet the above three conditions, then you must join the Immortal Society.
Moreover, I will definitely keep all secrets for this organization.
The key question is, what exactly is this organization planning?
Wang Ba didn't know.
But he knew very clearly that the other party was so secretive. At least he had not heard the slightest news in the market, which was enough to explain one point.
The other party has a big plan!
However, no matter what the other party is planning, it has nothing to do with him.
"In fifteen days, I will leave through the tunnel. No matter what plans this immortal has, it has nothing to do with me."
Wang Hao threw the big book in his hand and stuffed it into his arms.
Not thrown away.
Mainly because he felt that if the Strengthening Body Sutra was really ineffective, this "Secret Art of Bone Burial" might be a way out.
After thinking for a while, he still maintained the disguise of Yin Shen's power, and then walked out of the house.
Sure enough, I felt that the power of the Yin God in the Yin God Mansion immediately began to spin rapidly.
Wang Ba couldn't help but cursed secretly and did not go back to the house immediately because he was worried that his abnormality would arouse Yu Changchun's vigilance.
He pretended to go out to drink some water, then pretended to be in a hurry, as if he was busy studying the "Secret Art of Burying Bones", and returned to the house.
Sure enough, the rotation of Yin Shen's power stopped again.
Wang Ba's face looked extremely ugly.
"What does this mean? Are you always monitoring me? Are you worried that I will go out and report them? You are really cautious." At
this moment, he finally understood why there was no news about them in the city outside.
Obviously, most handymen cannot escape the temptation of "The Secret Art of Burying Bones".
And even if there were, the other party's constant surveillance would be enough to eliminate all hidden dangers.
"In that case, it seems that the information about the Immortal Society that Lao Hou revealed before was tricked out by me on purpose... It seems that they have been targeting me for a long time."
Wang Yan suddenly realized it later and then I realized that some inconspicuous details in the past were probably the result of careful arrangements by the other party.
"If this is the case, then Dung Ba Niu Yong and even Deacon Li may have been targeted by them! No, they may even have been theirs for a long time. What does this Immortal Association... want? What to do?!"
This question has appeared in Wang Hao's mind many times.
But Wang Hao immediately threw it out of his thoughts.
Because even if you know the other party's purpose, it will not help solve the problem at hand.
The most important thing right now is how to solve the problem of being monitored by people from the Immortal Society.
If this problem is not solved, he may be solved by the people of the Immortal Society before he leaves the sect.
He had no doubt of the possibility.
So now, on a seemingly ordinary afternoon, he has quietly encountered the biggest crisis since joining the sect.
One wrong response could lead to immediate death!
"Calm down! Calm down! Phew—"
Wang Hao took a deep breath.
He is no longer the stupid young man who just entered the sect.
This nearly year of raising chickens and his many encounters with outer disciples have already tempered his heart to become much stronger.
After some thought.
He maintained his Yin Shen power again and walked out of the house.
Then just like any other afternoon, he picked up the broom and shovel and started cleaning the villa.
The only difference from the past is that he is very fast.
There was nothing he could do about it. Yu Changchun's surveillance consumed a lot of Yin Shen's power, and he didn't want to waste it.
He cleaned a full circle along the villa, put the cleaned chicken manure into a bucket, and moved it outside the villa.
Then he took the broom and went to Mr. Sun's house, seemingly planning to clean it too.
As soon as he entered the room, Wang Yan's expression suddenly darkened.
"The entire villa, except the house, is all under surveillance!" "
Even if I walk out of the villa, the same is true!" "
I have two guesses."
"First, the other party's surveillance should be from above the villa. , and does not have the ability to penetrate." "
Second, the other party either monitored the entire villa, or followed my actions and moved. At present, the former is more likely." "So,
under normal circumstances, I would like to It is almost impossible to escape from the other party's surveillance without alerting the other party."
Wang Yan frowned.
His eyes inadvertently glanced at the location of the wardrobe in front of him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Eh? Why is this place like this?"
In front of me, Mr. Sun's house was in a mess.
The original old cabinets were all broken to pieces.
What surprised Wang Ba was that even the old stone bed in Sun's old house was broken into pieces by unknown objects.
However, a few spiritual chickens were still wandering around the house leisurely.
Next to it are several badly deformed chicken cages.
"Jiawu, did you do this?"
Wang Yan was the first to suspect Jiawu.
After all, compared to other spirit chickens, Jia Wu is smarter and has greater physical strength.
"Huh?"
Jiawu tilted his head and looked at him, his small eyes filled with confusion.
"It's not it."
Wang Hao himself rejected this guess first. Although Jiawu was a first-level mid-level spirit chicken, according to the realm, he could be compared with the Qi Refining monks.
However, Wang Yan, who was actually very familiar with it, knew clearly that it was still a chicken with no fighting power.
The prerequisite for a so-called broiler chicken is that it cannot be aggressive towards people and has no ability to attack.
A and V fit perfectly.
It is simply impossible for it to be so powerful that it can destroy the stone bed.
After Wang Hao observed carefully, he discovered that the gravel on the Shidunzi bed was covered with sharp and short gouge marks, which looked like they had been clawed out by humans or animals.
But... what kind of person or beast would come here and do such cruel things to a stone bed?
How much hatred is this?
Enough support?
Who did it?
Unless this problem is solved, Wang Yan will have no sense of security at all.
"Could it be that people from the Immortal Society secretly sneaked in here to scare me?" "
But that doesn't make sense."
Wang Hao thought hard.
The surrounding spiritual chickens seemed not to have seen Wang Ba's arrival.
The three third-generation spiritual chickens that had been hatched for more than ten days but had grown rapidly after Wang Yan deposited longevity energy all approached him with curious expressions.
The small eyes were filled with a trace of agility and curiosity.
There was even a little hen that jumped onto Wang Ba's lap, then stepped back, raised its buttocks, and pooped.
Wang Ba was so angry that he slapped it away.
However, although the broiler chicken has no offensive power, its skin is very strong.
The three-generation little hen that had been slapped away stood up as if nothing had happened. It seemed that it thought Wang Hao was playing with it, and then it swung its big butt and jumped back, jumped on Wang Hao's leg, and then The buttocks lifted up, bang, another bubble.
Wang Yan: ...
Why is this chicken so cheap!
Let me tell you, the new issue of this book is generally updated twice a day, around 10 o'clock in the morning and evening.
(End of chapter)