Chapter 565 Not Much

Inn.

"Sir, sir, there is news from the rebels."

Qin'er knocked on the half-open door and whispered.

But he didn't dare to look inside.

Because the adult inside seemed to be lying on the bed with his upper body naked, and the woman seemed to be very close to the adult...

This, this, I, am I coming at the wrong time...

But she couldn't hide the news about the rebels' arrival, otherwise she didn't know what would happen to these two adults! Judging from the horrific killings that night, it’s hard to say that I dared to hide anything, as if I had raised a knife and dropped it, my head would have fallen to the ground...

Qin'er knew very well how much she weighed. If a little person like her wanted to survive in the hands of such a monster, she had to be obedient enough.

She didn't want to die, even though she seemed to be infected with blue blood disease, she still didn't want to die.

The rumored reincarnations and afterlife are all like those propaganda dogmas in cults, full of untruths.

In Buddhist dogma, there is also the belief that the Buddha can live forever and be blissful, but believers are dead, and they still die if they don't deserve it.

"Waiting outside the door."

When Qin'er thought of this, the young man in the room made an unhurried sound.

Don't be ashamed! They were making out in broad daylight, and they didn't care at all if they were discovered...

Qin'er's cheeks felt hot, and she also closed the half-open door.

As soon as the door was closed, today's physical examination in the room was concluded.

Fang Yu put on his clothes and asked strangely.

"Why didn't you close the door?"

Ding Hui blinked.

"you guess."

Fang Yu was speechless.

Guess what, you must have awakened some strange hobby...

After getting dressed, Fang Yu got off the bed and changed the topic.

"Then how did the rebels contact Qin'er? It seems that no one has been upstairs all morning."

Fang Yu's perception ability is much stronger than Ding Hui's. He didn't notice any movement, which means that no one has gone upstairs.

How did Qin'er get the information?

Ding Hui blinked again.

"It's true that no one has ever gone upstairs, but some special mosquitoes have flown past the door of our room twice."

Fang Yu was stunned.

mosquito?

He paid close attention to people's breath and didn't care about bugs or anything like that.

Moreover, mosquitoes and the like are very small in size and can easily be ignored by him.

etc!

"Did you already find the bug when you opened the door, or did you open the door because of the bug?"

The logical relationship between the former and the latter is different, but Ding Hui just blinked slyly and did not answer directly, just said.

"I left something on that woman's body. As long as the mosquito touches her skin, I can track its flight path within half an hour. How about it? Should we follow the woman's information first, or should we follow the woman's information first? Follow the bug and find the rebels directly? "

I can only say that it is Ding Hui who indeed thinks further than him...

As for when Ding Hui did something to Qin'er, Fang Yu was not sure. He didn't pay much attention to Qin'er.

Fang Yu pondered for a moment and asked, "Where is that insect now?"

"It's still moving. It's about three to five blocks away. I guess when it stops, it will reach its destination and return to its owner."

"Then don't worry, let's listen to what Qin'er has to say first."

He took Ding Hui out of the room with him. No matter where he went or what he did this time, Fang Yu was prepared to take Ding Hui with him. The experience of last night was still vivid in his mind.

There are so many experts in Thunder City. If Ding Hui is not taken with him to protect him, Fang Yu really feels a little unsure.

Moreover, we are about to come into contact with the behemoth of the Rebel Army, so we cannot afford to neglect it.

When they got outside the house, the woman Qin'er had been waiting at the door for a long time. She had a low eyebrow and was not offensive at all.

"Two adults."

Qin'er lowered her head and saluted, but thinking about the sexy things the two of them might have done in the room just now, her cheeks couldn't help but get hot.

"What did the rebels say?" Fang Yu asked.

"The rebels asked me to go to Jiuyang Temple and tell me the truth about the information about you."

When Qin'er spoke, she stretched out her arms.

Part of her arm was swollen, as if she had been bitten by a mosquito, and it seemed to have become red and swollen from scratching it with her hands.

The red and swollen part is crooked and slightly abstract, as if it shows the word "Nine Yangs".

Ding Hui was immediately interested. He grabbed her hand and looked at it carefully, which made Qin'er look nervous.

"Does it hurt? How do you control the display of specific text?"

Ding Hui said to herself, then she scratched Qin'er's arm with her fingertips, which immediately opened her mouth and spilled a little blood.

Ding Hui dipped a little on his finger and took a lick.

A look of pity soon appeared on his face.

Somewhat interesting, but not much.

"It seems that the martial arts methods such as controlling insects do not include special changes in properties. If we can go a step further and control the insect monsters to carry out special cultivation and changes, there should be considerable room for improvement in these skills. …”

Ding Hui is always interested in novel things, but unfortunately her energy is limited.

Just as she would selectively give up the mastery of formations, when moving from one area of ​​expertise to another, the first thing Ding Hui needs to consider is compatibility, rather than learning from scratch.

It is interesting to manipulate insects, but it is worth the cost of her research if she cooperates with insect monsters.

Of course, if Fang Yu is willing to learn this kind of insect manipulation, that is another matter.

Ding Hui is willing to devote her energy to researching some things for Fang Yu.

Qin Er was frightened and took two steps back in pain. She put on a pitiful look, covered the wound on her arm, and lowered her head.

"My lord, my lords, I am just a newcomer who has just joined the rebel army. With my status, I should not be able to see my superiors... Before the mission started, they told me that they only needed me to make a written report. This time, they asked me to go to Jiuyang Temple, probably because they wanted to write the intelligence into a letter and put it in the incense box of the temple... So they should not intend to have direct contact with me."

Qin Er did not expect the rebel army to rescue her, but she could not hang her life on the moral level of the two people in front of her.

So, she had to find a way to save herself.

The rebel army did not care about her, but the scarred man definitely cared about her.

Scar man's morbid care and determination to let him practice martial arts will definitely not give up on him.

So as long as he adds some small content to the report letter and makes it into a code word, so that Scar man can find it, he should be able to let Scar man find a way to rescue him...

Scar man is not strong, but he is free, he can find a way to let other people come to deal with these two people, increasing his chances of escape.

In addition, Jiuyang Temple is a temple of considerable size and popularity. If you use the crowd, there is a certain chance to get away.

It is a matter of life and death, Qin'er thought a lot.

But for Qin'er's words, the man and woman did not seem to take it too seriously.

Whether it is the content of the letter or the fact that they can't see their direct superiors, they are somewhat calm.

"Really? It doesn't matter, just write the letter and do it, and then we will set off to Jiuyang Temple together."

Although Fang Yu's words made Qin'er feel confused, she still nodded in agreement.

After a while, the three of them left the inn.

But not long after the three of them left, a group of officers and soldiers came to the inn.

"Sir? What happened?"

The shopkeeper's face was pale with fear.

Rows of officers and soldiers, carrying shoulder poles, put down large boxes. Just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that the things in the boxes must be valuable.

But, how can a small inn like him be involved with such a lord from Yudifu?

If they came to seal up their inn, then this battle is really a bit too much...

The shopkeeper is quite clear about the weight of his own inn.

"You have nothing to do here. Yudifu has reserved the inn today."

Song Zhenrong threw a few taels of silver to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper almost didn't react and didn't catch it.

Yudifu is notoriously overbearing. It is almost impossible for Yudifu to occupy the inn and pay for it.

Could it be...

"Excuse me, is this gentleman...Song Zhenrong, Captain Song?"

Song Zhenrong raised his eyebrows slightly. The innkeeper of a small inn actually knew him?

"Did the guest on the second floor tell you?"

The guest on the second floor? ?

The innkeeper was dumbfounded again. He had only heard of Captain Song occasionally. He was a rare good man in Yudifu. Even if he broke something during the investigation, he would pay the compensation as promised. He was quite trustworthy.

As for who the guest on the second floor was...he had no idea.

Seeing the innkeeper's reaction, Song Zhenrong naturally knew what was going on.

He was not going to leave. There were Doctor Mo and others at home to take care of his sister, so he didn't need to worry.

This time he came to the inn to fulfill his promise and give Ding Hui a reward.

It was just that he had gone upstairs to see that Ding Hui and others were not in the inn, but the basic etiquette was still there, so Song Zhenrong planned to wait for people to return in the inn.

But this time, he waited for an unexpected person.

"Amitabha... Buddha."

That was a monk, dusty and exhausted, but with a woman by his side!

The combination of a monk and a woman is rare, and this inn is already full of his men. The Yu Difu people standing outside the door alone are enough to dissuade ordinary people.

This monk dares to come here like this, he is so confident.

Is he simply not afraid of death, or...something else?

"Where did the monk come from? Get out of the way!"

"Are you a stinky monk begging for alms? Don't you see that we are doing business here in Yu Difu!"

Before Song Zhenrong said anything, the men at the door were already chasing people away.

This scene immediately made the innkeeper sigh in his heart that it is easy to see the King of Hell, but it is difficult to deal with the little ghosts.

Although Captain Song is good-tempered, his men are exactly what Yu Difu should be like, arrogant, domineering, and arrogant...

Although he was scolded to get out, the monk's temper is also quite good, and he didn't care.

But the woman next to the monk was immediately unhappy.

"Yo ↑ Yo ↑ Yo ~ Yu Difu is so great, if it weren't for the fact that some of you are good-looking, I wouldn't let my pigeons ↑ pigeons ↓ come over here!"

This was a compliment in a sarcastic way, which made many people a little overwhelmed.

Song Zhenrong stood up at this time and walked towards the two people.

"Master, what do you want to see us for?"

Song Zhenrong was polite, and Monk Quan Heng also followed suit.

"Sir, I want to know which way to go to the Song Mansion?"

Song Mansion? There are many Song Mansions in Thunder City, but the default is that they are all from the Song family among the top ten families.

And this kind of question can be clearly asked by asking anyone on the street.

After a moment of hesitation, Song Zhenrong said.

"Master, you are unfamiliar. You are not a local, right? How about I let my subordinates lead the way for you?"

Putting his hands together, Quan Heng smiled.

"Thank you, sir."

After arranging his trusted subordinates to give him a hint with his eyes and let him stare at the strange monk, Song Zhenrong watched the strange pair leave, and then thought about it.

As a demon, the blood-septic clone monster has the most basic ability of demons, devouring others and wearing human skin.

And last night, his sister barely saved her life from the blood-septic clone monster, and he also had a brief fight with the blood-septic clone monster.

Who knows... this strange guy is the new human skin of the blood-septic clone monster!

Song Zhenrong narrowed his eyes, he planned to send someone to keep a close eye on the monk and the woman.

The locals of Thunder City all have detailed records of their past lives.

The blood-septic clone monster had revealed its true colors many times before, because it devoured locals and was easily seen as a blue-blooded person by people around it.

So Song Zhenrong boldly speculated that the blood-septic clone monster's new disguised human skin should choose people from outside the city, so as to fool the underworld and reduce the risk of being discovered.

Song Zhenrong felt that his thinking was quite correct, so he would pay more attention to people from outside the city.

As for Brother Diao and Doctor Ding, after what happened last night, they were basically half of their own people.

And let alone the blood-septic clone monster, even whether he could take down Brother Diao was unknown.

Doctor Ding, who was protected by Brother Diao, would naturally not give the blood-septic clone monster any chance.

Thinking about it, Song Zhenrong thought of the team leader. Judging from the blood-septic clone monster's vengeful look, maybe its next target would be the pregnant team leader.

After the team leader got pregnant, her strength had already declined a lot, and she was more likely to become a target...

Thinking of this, Song Zhenrong felt a little restless.

"But the team leader, because you are pregnant, you rarely go out except for missions, so nothing should happen..."

...

"Bald pigeon, guess whether there are people from Tianyuan Town who have come to Leiting City?"

The people from Yudifu led the way in front, but Guo Yuxin in the carriage pressed her chest against the back of Monk Quanheng and asked in a low voice.

But in response to her, there were only four words of calm Amitabha.

"Bald pigeon pretends to be deep, but I know it. Just now, when I said that there seemed to be an officer in the inn who looked like an acquaintance in Tianyuan Town, you immediately came over. Bald pigeon, do you miss the little officer from Yudifu in Tianyuan Town?"