The feeling was indescribable. Meng Qianzi let out a painful cry, and her left eye was invisible in an instant. Then a large amount of tears flowed out, and the right eye was blurred. From the nose down to the respiratory tract, it was like a burning fire. The man took advantage of the opportunity to overturn her, reached out and pulled her waist hard, and after pulling the glass jar, he ran towards the forest on one side without hesitation.

This area is densely filled with trees and the mountains are elusive. If you really enter the forest, you probably have no more to find it. Meng Qianzi suffered such a great humiliation, but I don’t know if his eyes were ruined. The ruthlessness came up and it was almost like biting his silver teeth and dying together. She covered her left eye with one hand so that her right eye could barely see things. Her other hand quickly grabbed the rod from the wet mud, and shouted angrily. The rod was like a dragon exploring the sea, rushing towards the man.

There was a crisp sound of glass cracking, and the man only grabbed a glass cover in his hand, and the broken slag from the bottle body splashed everywhere.

Meng Qianzi stood up stutteringly and sneered: "It doesn't matter if a broken bead is destroyed. I want to snatch it from me and dream!"

The man was also pulled in his hand, and he heard a loud numbness at the bottom of the slope. He knew that it was the man below who heard Meng Qianzi cry out for pain and would suffer losses if he stayed there. So he made a quick decision and ran away a few times and quickly rushed into the forest.

As soon as Meng Jinsong jumped up, he saw Meng Qianzi choking and shaking, and saw the black shadow disappearing in the forest. He knew that he could not catch up, so he was unwilling to shoot randomly. He kept running straight to Meng Qianzi and asked her anxiously: "How are you?"

Meng Qianzi's eyes were no longer visible, and her throat was like fire, and it was so spicy that it was even difficult for her breath. After a while, she said: "I'm afraid the eyeball on my left can't be saved."

***

Yunmeng Peak Inn, third floor.

The arrangement of the room was the same as before leaving. The burning backflow incense was replaced with a new one, but the atmosphere was very different.

Meng Qianzi sat on the Luohan couch and washed her face with straw. There were still water drops on her hair. Her left eye was red and swollen. To be honest, she couldn't find her eyes. Her right eye was slightly better, but she was also covered in blood.

Xin Ci bent over halfway, looked at her eyes with his eyebrows locked, and then looked at her eyes. Meng Jinsong beside him couldn't help but urged him to ask, "What do you mean?"

Xin Ci concluded: "Anti-wolf spray."

Meng Jinsong didn't believe it: "It's not poisonous fog or something?"

As a special assistant, Meng Qianzi's affairs are not small, no matter how small it is. When the boss holds the blame, the first one is his pot, so he dare not be too arrogant: Although the can found on the scene looks like a wolf spray, out of caution, it is better to confirm it.

Xin Ci looked confident: "I have two buddies who have been sprayed, and they are all hospitals I have accompanied to, so I can treat them. Fortunately, Qianzi tilted his head and his eyes closed quickly. He just washed with salt water. The problem should not be big, but he had to use eye discs, and also use an eye gel called calf blood to promote corneal epithelium growth. Let Liu Guanguo go and do it quickly."

It seems that he is experienced when he is so professional. Meng Jinsong calmed down: "Will it affect Qianzi's vision?"

"If you don't leave scars, you won't... definitely not. I have a buddy who is more swollen than Qianzi, and it's all right in the end. If you don't worry, you will have a slit lamp test in a few days. There is really no need to transfer the doctor over. It's the same procedure when you come. It won't be cured in three or five days."

Meng Qianzi snorted coldly: "What friends did you make when you are scolded?"

Xin Ci explained: "In my previous circle, there were many handsome men and beautiful girls. People with high risk often carry wolves in their bags and spray small electric batons. They go in and out of bars. They are prone to making trouble when they drink high, and they are inevitably injured by accident...Oh."

The dull pain behind the head came again, Xin Ci frowned and reached out to caress him.

Meng Jinsong was sure of his heart, and his mind was clear: "I guess there is no big problem. If that person is a traitor, he can just open his throat under the slope and knock him out. It can be seen that he will leave room for his actions and he will not use too toxic poison..."

Xin Ci was excited: "Just knocked out?"

Isn't it serious to knock it out? He has had psychological trauma: in his twenty-six years of life, at most, he was beaten and crying. Such a serious matter was the first to solve the problem.

Meng Jinsong ignored him: "...so this spray should be just a wolf-proof spray. If it is really tricky, it should start to rot on your face now."

Meng Qianzi looked at Meng Jinsong with her eyes squinting. She couldn't open her left eye or move, leaving only her right eye to express her emotions. I don't know if it was set off by her left eye, but the one-eyed one-eyed that was more and more movable was particularly aura and strange.

"How do I treat you tomorrow when I look like this?"

It’s midnight, and it’s definitely not possible to temporarily reschedule, and everyone who attends the banquet has a background, but they are not the ones who come and go as soon as they are summoned. Meng Jinsong hesitated for a moment: “Why do you wear sunglasses tomorrow?”

Meng Qianzi smiled: "Am I treating a guest in the open air? I still wear sunglasses for dinner in the house?"

The picture is so beautiful: others don’t know how to say she is pretending too much, and besides, sunglasses are just placed on the bridge of her nose. As long as they change the angle, they can still see the wounds in her left eye. If they guess randomly, they don’t know what bad things will be created.

Meng Jinsong didn't say anything anymore. He was straightforward, but he was never good at these clever things.

Xin Ci had a sudden inspiration: "Or wear an eye mask? I can help you with a skinny one, and then tomorrow I will give you a matching, cold makeup, cool tones, and very aura."

When Meng Jinsong heard the three words "having aura", he knew that there was a way to do this: Meng Qianzi is still very burdened with the throne.

She doesn't like to make mistakes, and doesn't like others to suspect that she is not experienced and capable enough, cares about whether her actions are appropriate, and whether she has aura when she supports the scene - of course this is true. The aunts have cultivated her since childhood, just like her fighting skills are very good, but not for self-defense. The reason for the superior is: "You are the highest-ranking one. At that time, the kung fu is over and I can't beat some foreign cats and dogs. Where can we put the faces of our mountain ghost?"

...

Xin Ci continued to talk: "You have to arrange for Liu Guanguo to speak to the outside world, saying that there is a mountain mirage tonight. If you go into the mountain to observe, it will consume your eyes very much, especially your left eye. It will take a few days to keep it. It is not suitable to see the light, so it is covered, so that those people will not gossip."

Meng Jinsong had to admit that Xin Ci was a little clever.

Sure enough, Meng Qianzi's face relaxed a lot, and she paused and ordered Meng Jinsong: "Give me the Mirage Bead."

Meng Jinsong quickly handed her the glass jar on the table.

Meng Qianzi held the jar in his hand and looked at the light carefully: In the jar, the spider-holding foot was spread out, because it was separated by a layer of glass, the shape was slightly deformed, and the whole body was covered with copper-yellow light.

Meng Qianzi murmured: "This bead is of average quality."

Meng Jinsong wouldn't look at this thing: "Second-rate quality?"

Meng Qianzi put the jar on a short table: "Add some more in the third-rate."

As he said that, a sarcastic smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

That person snatched the mirage bead, but he didn't know how to hold the spider.

After the spider was held, he would be surrounded by life and death. He would not spread it unless he was eaten. Even if he didn't eat, he would starve to death. It was a natural display shelf used to keep the glass beads. It didn't matter if he broke the glass jar. As long as the spider was held, the mirage beads would be there. Therefore, this kind of spider was also called the "mirage bead platform" - she broke the glass jar with a joint rod and deliberately made harsh words, making the man think that she "would rather destroy the mirage bead than take it away", and indeed deceived the man.

"What are you going to do tonight?"

Speaking of the topic, Meng Jinsong tightened his nerves and hesitated for a moment, but answered according to the previous answer: "It's impossible to do it for the time being."

He didn't look at Meng Qianzi's face, and first said his opinion: "We mountain ghosts have never had any enemies. Tonight's incident is a particularly strange case. There is no locked direction or scope. Unless that person takes action again, it is really impossible to check."

Meng Qianzi pondered.

Actually, she also had this idea.

The mountain ghost has never had an opponent or offended anyone for many years. She has often slipped out and strolled since she was a child, and she has never seen anyone kidnapped, so she never had the idea of ​​hiring a bodyguard. Anyway, Meng Jinsong is often with her own kung fu. Speaking of being attacked, this is the first time this time. Moreover, it was accidental to enter the mountain late at night, and it was not in the itinerary at all. The possibility of the other party deliberately ambushing it.

Xin Ci interrupted: "Is it a matter of tonight? Someone led us into the mountain?"

Meng Jinsong shook his head: "I asked Liu Guanguo. His friend happened to see insects and snakes running through the shade. One more mountain was discovered by Liu Guanguo himself, and we decided to collect the mirage beads. If we walk slowly, the mirage beads will disappear. If we really set up a plan, this plan would be too scattered. Besides, for us, at least we should ambush more people."

Just one came, don’t you look down on others too much?

Meng Qianzi frowned: "Then just wait like that?"

Meng Jinsong said: "I took Liu Guanguo to sifte through that area carefully. The only strange thing is the fake body. I first thought it was a custom of ethnic minorities, but later I felt it was not like it. It was made too fine. I also found an empty black pack bag, which I had brought back and placed downstairs."

Xin Ci snorted uncomfortable: The body was fake from head to toe, it was made by a human model skeleton wrapped in straw, put on clothes, shoes and socks, and covered with silicone dough. After knowing the whole story, he once cursed, but fortunately it was fake, otherwise the experience of tearing off and rolling downhill with half of his "human leg" would really make him have nightmares for several years.

"I can't be sure if the corpse is related to what happened tonight, but there is no other clue, so I can only start with it. I asked Liu Guanguo, but he didn't know what this kind of sank is like, but fortunately, I'll treat you tomorrow and have a lot of people from Zhu Yuko. I'll ask carefully when the time comes."

Speaking of this, I looked at Meng Qianzi again: "Where are you fighting with him? Have you noticed anything?"

Meng Qianzi recalled it and said slowly: "Men, she should be between twenty and thirty years old, and her kung fu is about the same as mine..."

When a master fights, he actually cares a lot about the start and the opportunity. When he recalls the moves he has made, Meng Qianzi feels that if it weren’t for the tricks of occupying the lips and slapping him hard, it would be difficult to say the outcome in the future.

If you have more, you can't think of it. Things happen too quickly and the surroundings are too dark.

Meng Qianzi lowered her eyes and saw that the mud and water in the cracks of her nails on her hands were not clear. Her nails were rubbed in a mess before, and she couldn't help but feel irritated: "Then let's go here, I have to wash and sleep, otherwise I will be in a bad mood tomorrow."

As he said that, he stood up, with a clear attitude of expelling guests.

Meng Jinsong nodded and turned around and left with Xin Ci, but after just two steps, his body suddenly stiffened.

The movement changes are quite obvious. Lian Xinci felt it and turned to look at him in confusion.

When he turned around again, Meng Jinsong's face turned pale, his throat rolled and then, and his tone of his speech changed: "Qianzi, where is your golden bell?"

Meng Qianzi lowered her head to look at her waist.

There, the place where the golden bell of the hidden beast should have been hung, is now empty.

After two or three seconds, Meng Qianzi looked up. Of course, she would not panic. She did not have such a posture.

She said: "Maybe it was falling there during the fight, or it was pulled away by that person..."

Suddenly I thought that since Meng Jinsong had already taken Liu Guanguo to "sifted" the area, the possibility of "falling there" no longer exists, and the buckle of the golden bell is very tight and it is impossible to fall off without great external force.

"It must have been pulled away by that man."

She said it was neither salty nor light, but Meng Jinsong's scalp was sweating, and he felt that his hair was steaming, and he was about to burn: the Mirage Bead was just a icing on the cake. Although it was received, it might not be like what it would be if it had not been received. But the Golden Bell of the Beast was passed down by his ancestors and grandmothers in the legend. From ancient times to the present, there is only this one...

He felt that his knee joints were weak, so he could hardly hold on to the weight of his bones and torso.

Xin Ci was half open, but he could not fully understand the seriousness of the matter, but was infected by Meng Jinsong's emotions and had goose bumps on his arms.

After a pause, Meng Jinsong barely remained calm and tried hard to squeeze out a smile: "It's okay, I'll get angry with the other end of Shanguizhai first... My aunts and the others will find a way to get it back for the money they spend. They have to arrange people, and it's easier to do things..."

At the end of the day, he was incoherent and knew that he could only hurry out. The basket was too big and he dared not clean up, nor could he do it, and he could not imagine what kind of punishment he would face in this "major dereliction of duty".

Meng Qianzi said: "Come back."

Meng Jinsong reached out to hold the door handle and looked back at her.

Meng Qianzi didn't speak immediately. She reached out to pick up the small round fan with spikes on the couch, and casually covered her left eye. She tilted the spikes on her head, her eyes drooped slightly, and then she raised her again: "Go and make a fake for me first."

Meng Jinsong didn't understand, he thought this was particularly fantastic.

Meng Qianzi smiled instead: "What are you afraid of? I have to take care of it. Who would stick that thing on it to see if it is true or false? Besides, it is useless for others to hold it. It is just a chain that is not gold or copper or copper. The one hanging on me is the golden bell of the beast. Only I can use it. If I say it is, no one will doubt it."

Xin Ci stuttered: "Then...that is the real golden bell, just lost like this, don't look for it?"

Meng Qianzi was not angry: "Who said he wouldn't look for it? He didn't throw it away openly, but secretly found a way to arrange people to search for it? If he found it in a few days, wouldn't he have nothing left? Why bother to make a mess?"
Chapter completed!