Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 382: Comb

If the person thrown at the mass grave was really Zhang Song, then it would be almost impossible to find the pill of immortality. At the moment, Lei Zu's face became tense, and he still wanted to find out the whereabouts of other Zhang Songs from this clan tree.

At this time, it was completely dark. The old manor didn't dare to neglect these 'respected gods', and asked them to clean up several clean rooms, asking these immortal figures to rest there. At Lei Zu's request, he brought these bamboo slips with him.

All night long. Lei Zu is looking for Zhang Song's whereabouts. Seeing that in the middle of the night, Gui Bugui and Zuo Ci had given up, leaving only the Huashan Holy Father himself to repeatedly check any news related to Zhang Song in the genealogy. Until dawn, Xiao Ren San and Bai Wuqiu woke up from their sleep. You can also see Lei Zu constantly rummaging through the booklet.

Looking at Lei Zu's eyes that were about to burst into flames, he knew that Zhang Song was still alive. It seemed that Bacheng was the unlucky ghost still in the mass grave. Just when Xiao Ren San looked at Lei Zu pitifully and planned to say a few words to comfort him. Suddenly I heard the voice of the old manor and someone talking from outside the door.

"Sir, you should be here too. But it's a few days early this year, old man, I'm counting the days. You'll be back in almost seven days. Nothing is ready, how can this be good? "

"I came early, it has nothing to do with you. I don't need you to prepare today, I brought wine and food. I've been here this time, but I don't know when I can come again next time...;...;" the voice of the man It sounded too familiar, it seemed that he had just seen the voice of the Master Wentian in Yecheng. At the same time as this voice sounded, Guibugui, who was pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened...;...;

"I heard this voice familiar to me, the old man. It turns out that it is the landlord, you, the old man." Gui Bugui opened the window, and after laughing, Yi looked at the stunned Ji Lao on the window sill and said, "I don't know. I thought that you, the landlord, came to greet the old man in person, why, have you stayed under Yuan Shao's seat enough? Are you planning to become king by yourself and get a piece of the pie in this troubled world?"

"Mr. Gui, you're joking, I've long since lost that thought." When he saw Gui Bugui just now, Ji Lao was instantly stunned. But it returned to normal in an instant. After a pause, the landlord continued: "Seven days later will be the day of my disciple's sacrifice, so long as there is time for so many years. I want to pay homage to this disciple. However, Yuan Shao's army has already begun to gather, and I am afraid that he will die soon. I have to lead the army. I just came to pay homage to this disciple a few days in advance...;...;"

"This master alchemist has been here for decades, and I can testify as an old man." At this time. The old village owner continued with a smile to the few people lying on the window sill: "Master alchemist is wearing immortal magic. When I was young, this master alchemist looked like this. It's been so many years, His appearance has not changed at all. Every year, he orders food and drinks in this village, and then the old man himself goes to the mountain behind the village to worship." I don't know if it's because of his age, or because he sees this once a year. 's owner. The old manor seemed a little excited. Talking and chattering

"I've been here for decades...;...;" Gui Bugui squinted and glanced at the landlord standing outside the window. After smiling, he continued: "I guess the old man. Is your disciple's surname? Zhang Mingsong? Is that the famous Zhang Song from Shanhaige?"

"My disciple is Zhang Song from Shanhaige, and he is also the person Ji Lao relies on most." Ji Lao smiled and continued: "Besides the other me, there are only a few people in this world who know the details. Now that the dead are dead, there is no difference between me and the dead, and there is no need to hide it. Zhang Song was sent to the alchemist by me at the beginning. Originally, based on his qualifications, Xu Fu will definitely accept him as a disciple. It's not bad that the position of Dafang Shi falls on him. Unfortunately, Xu Fu's eyes are too poisonous, and he didn't take Zhang Song. Later, when I gave up, he went to Shunhai Pavilion himself, and broke into such a world. Zhang Song's later achievements, even I did not expect...;...;."

At this time, when Lei Zu, who had no hope, heard this, he instantly turned into a lightning bolt and appeared in front of the owner outside the house. The two of them didn't have much interaction before, and now Lei Zu couldn't be polite, he directly reached out and grabbed Ji Lao's arm and said, "Since he's here to pay homage to Zhang Song, he must have already Buried in the grave, is it not…;…;”

"He is not a ghost, so he will be buried in a tomb." The landlord saw a handsome middle-aged man rushing out suddenly. After his surprise eased, he also recognized who this man was. Although the two of them have never met, they are so handsome. You can probably guess who this person is: "Your Excellency is the Holy Father Huashan—Lei Zu?"

As usual, hearing the four words of Huashan Holy Father is enough for Lei Zu and others to work hard. But now Lei Zu has no intention of caring about the nickname given to him or not. When he heard that Zhang Song had a burial place, the hope that had disappeared was instantly found again. At the moment, he said with a trembling voice: "Is it...;...;Is it Zhang Song? Isn't it a tomb?"

"It was my disciple's physical tomb, which was built by his old fellow in Shanhai Pavilion. After Zhang Song felt that the deadline was approaching, he first repaired a book for me, and then entered the tomb by himself." The landlord sighed. After breath. He continued: "Unfortunately, I was still in the middle of my ambitions and couldn't extricate myself. After reading the letter, I couldn't come to send him the last ride. Now I regret it...;...;It's too late."

Speaking of this, the landlord's eyes turned red, and he took a deep breath to stop the tears. Such a person who did not change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him almost shed tears for a disciple. What weight does the poor man named Zhang Song have in his heart.

At this time, the landlord glanced at Lei Zu. Somewhat puzzled, he said: "It seems that Mr. Lei also came to Zhang Song. I don't know what is the relationship between you?"

"Your disciple and my disciple were friends hundreds of years ago. I just heard that Zhang Song is no longer there, so I cried and shouted and insisted to come and see...;...;" Before Lei Zu could speak, Gui Bugui has already said first: "Isn't it that the cemetery has not been found all the time? Look at the urgency for him. If you don't show up again, he doesn't know what it will be like to be in a hurry."

At this time, Lei Zu also reacted. Suppressing his excitement, he said to the landlord: "Yes, Zhang Song has the grace of re-creation for me. Lei Zu has nothing to do in return, so he can only come to pay homage to show his feelings of missing his old friend."

At this time, Gui Bugui and Wu Mian had already walked out of their respective rooms. The old guy smiled and said to the landlord: "Since we have caught up, let's go together, landlord, please lead the way."

Ji Lao didn't think much of it at that time, so he walked towards the forest behind the villa with the wine and food in his hands. As he walked, he said, "Mr. Gui, to be honest, if it wasn't for Zhang Song, this child's body couldn't stand the power of the elixir. I would have given him a pill to become a system like you and me. With him Help me, today may be a different scene."

I listened to the landlord. Suddenly, something came to mind. After the old guy laughed, he said, "Lord, it seems that very few of your disciples have entered Wenwen Tianlou to become the person in charge. If other disciples don't have this blessing, Zhang Song won't have any special cases, right?"

"I know Mr. Gui you will ask about this sooner or later, but this time you guessed wrong." The expression on the landlord's face became a little arrogant, after a pause, he continued: "Me and another Ji prison The disciples of Wentianlou did not enter Wentianlou, but Zhang Song was an exception. Zhang Song was the person in charge of the second floor of Wentianlou at that time. I originally planned to let him sit on the first floor. However, this child was reluctant to come forward, and in the end he was reluctant. The person in charge of the second floor. Among my disciples, Zhang Song is the only one who has entered Wentianlou."

Everyone walked forward while talking, until they couldn't see the villa when they turned back. The landlord suddenly stopped, pointed at a wasteland and said, "Did you see that? Zhang Song's doll is buried here."

Just after the landlord's words were finished, a small black cat's head protruded from the front of Bai Wuqiu's clothes, staring at the position of Ji Lao's fingers with a face full of horror, and roared in a low voice: " Sin...;...;"