Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 142: Manipulate the country’s fortune

The wound on Huo Wuwei's body has been bandaged. Although his face is still a little pale, his speech and behavior seem to be fine. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe that he had just passed away at the gate of hell. . The only difference from the previous one was that this time Huo Wuwei was followed by a forty-year-old medical officer with a medicine box on his back. The medical officer stared nervously at Marquis Xuanyang. Huo Wuwei should rest in bed for such an injury, although there is an alchemist's elixir to stop the blood. However, the injury just now was too serious after all, and the wound will be torn again if you are not careful.

Huo Wuwei walked up to the alchemist's side chatting and laughing, gave Wu Mian and Xi Yingzhen a deep salute, and said, "Huo Mou drank a few more drinks just now and bumped into the two gentlemen. Bad. Because of the drinking of the monks present, he should have punished himself for three drinks, but Huo is really afraid to drink now. If you owe these three drinks, Huo will pay back ten times the defeat in the future."

Even a great master Guangren would be ashamed of such a city government. According to common sense, Wu Mian and Xi Yingzhen had already returned the courtesy and said a few polite words at this time. It's a pity that these two are not normal people, so you can't use common sense to speculate. Wu Mian rolled his eyelids, as if he hadn't seen the big living person standing in front of him.

Xi Yingzhen smiled and patted Huo Wuwei on the shoulder intentionally or unintentionally. As he pointed at the seemingly innocent little Ren San. He said to Xuanyang Hou: "I can see the appearance of this little doll. It's okay to bully me. Grandpa Warlock has the temperament and doesn't have the same knowledge as you. But if you bully him, Grandpa Warlock will fight you hard if you can't tell me. For many years, just such a pleasant little guy, you have three long and two short in your hand, is that okay?"

When he touched the wound, the sudden pain almost made Huo Wuwei faint. He gritted his teeth and managed to continue standing there, sweating profusely, he still smiled at the old warlock, and said with a trembling voice, "Huo, remember, if anyone dares to bully this guy from today onwards. Little kid, Mr. Xi doesn't need to take action, Huo goes to the guitar first." After speaking, he didn't even have time to wipe off the cold sweat, he smiled at Xiao Ren San first, and made an affectionate gesture of going to touch his head.

But when Huo Wuwei stretched out his hand, Xiao Ren San had already ducked over. The little doll frowned and glanced at him before mumbling in a milky voice, "Who's your kid? Childish..."

At this time, Guangren came over to smooth things out. After a few polite words, Huo Wuwei returned to King Rui. However, the two seem to have their own concerns and have not communicated much since then.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, the banquet finally came to an end. King Rui personally sent the monks out of the palace. Huo Wuwei was seriously injured and could only reluctantly be sent outside the palace. After watching the monks and King Rui leave, the Duke of Xuanyang turned around and said to the medical officer who had been following behind him: "Is the person who entered the warehouse and stole the golden talisman called Wu Mian?"

"How do I know that the two witnesses are dead. Now that the big event is approaching, I can't summon the soul to ask them." The medical officer sneered, and the frivolous expression on his face was completely different from before. Then the medical officer turned his head to look at Huo Wuwei and said, "It's you, what do you do to provoke Xi Yingzhen? That old guy was uncertain, and the landlord took so much effort to invite him. He was almost caught by you. If you screw up, if you don't fix it in time, this major event will be ruined in your hands."

When the hospital spoke, Huo Wuwei lowered his head and did not dare to answer. It wasn't until he finished speaking that the Marquis of Xuanyang dared to say, "Then the big event of the day after tomorrow, won't there be any change because of this?"

The medical officer looked at the place where the monks had disappeared, and after sneering, he said, "The arrow is on the string, so I have to send..."

After walking out of the palace, the alchemist and the monks from other sects said goodbye and walked towards their pavilion. At this time, the sky was already bright, and there were already shops hanging on the street. When passing by the street where the demon met last night, it was already a different scene. Taking advantage of no outsiders around, Wu Mian told Guangren what he saw in the warehouse last night.

When Wu Mian spoke, Master Dafang lowered his head and listened silently. Knowing that the whole thing was finished, Guangren raised his head and glanced at Wu Mian. After a slight smile, he did not intend to discuss with Wu Mian how to deal with the future. Instead, he said, "Mr. Wu Mian, have you heard of Wentianlou?"

Wu Mian did not expect that Guangren would suddenly change the subject, but he still did not have any superfluous expressions on his face, and said in his unique tone: "Ask what Tianlou is, do I need to know?"

Guangren was used to Wu Mian's style, he smiled slightly and said, "Remember the time we met at Wujiangkou before? It was because six alchemists were killed overnight. At first, I thought it was Yan Jie who did it, but later I found out that I had wronged him. Those six alchemists died in the hands of someone in Wentian Tower, and their disciples were killed. I, the great alchemist, can't be seen as invisible. After I arrived at the sect, I asked someone to check this Wentian Tower, and the investigation really surprised me..."

When talking about this, Guangren paused, feeling that it was somewhat indecent for so many of them to talk on the street. Immediately, he brought everyone to a teahouse that had just opened and sat down. After ordering tea soup and snacks, he continued to say to Wu Mian: "When the former Dafang Master, this Wentianlou rose briefly for a while. But later I don't know why, but it disappeared almost overnight. If it weren't for those six people, I would have almost forgotten about the existence of Wentianlou.

This Wentian Tower is secretive. It is said that it is divided into 33 floors, and the acquisition is the meaning of the 33rd floor. There is a person in charge on every floor from the bottom to the top. The person in charge on the top thirty-third floor is their landlord, but very few people know who this landlord is. However, I still found out who was in charge of several floors, and Huo Wuwei, the Marquis of Xuanyang, was the one who was in charge of the thirtieth floor.

Just when I was about to continue my in-depth investigation, I suddenly received an imperial decree saying that our alchemists should enter Beijing, and together with the monks from all over the world, we will conduct an unprecedented prayer meeting. This time the dharma meeting was too strange. Just when I was hesitating, the alchemist in the palace who was serving the emperor sent a message using a secret method. Tell me about the great changes in the palace you just mentioned. At that time, I learned that Huo Wuwei, the principal of the 30th-floor Wentian Tower, has entered the palace. This is more than that. Apart from him, I know the principals of the other floors. People have either arrived at the palace or entered Chang'an City.

No matter what they want to do, it will not benefit us alchemists and the monks in the world. And from the perspective of various incidents, the current Emperor Wen should already be under their control. It seems that Wen Tianlou is not only a monk who wants to control the world, but also wants to change the national destiny. Mr. Wu, you know that alchemists are not involved in the national fortune, but Wen Tianlou's ambitions are too great, and it may not be a blessing for the common people to let them manipulate the national fortune. I can't say, this time we alchemists can only participate in, and we must completely eradicate them before the great event of Wentianlou will be completed..."

"It turns out that I thought too much." After Wu Mian laughed at himself, he turned to see Gui Bugui who was drinking tea with his head down. This old guy was too silent after this, and Wu Mian's thoughts moved, and he said to Gui Bugui, "Mr. Gui, are you asking how many golden seats are in the Tianlou? That landlord is not you. right?"

When this sentence came out, the old guy took a sip and spit out the tea soup in his mouth. Then he coughed violently a few times, and then said to Wu Mian with a blushing face: "You look down on me too much. When I was young and ignorant, I was fooled into it. But looking at the building is not authentic. I left immediately, if you guys didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that there is such a building..."

The old guy kept on talking. Wu Mian sneered and said, "Do you remember what I said? You are asking how many golden seats are in the Sky Tower..."

The old guy gave a wry smile, slowly raised his hand, and stretched out three fingers...