"He told me that if the homing pigeon flew back and there was no message, he would probably have been killed."

By the time Yang Lingu finished speaking, Li Qingfeng's face was already solemn.

‘There is a big problem in the Sheriff’s Mansion.’

Listening to Yang Lingu's description, the same thought flashed through Tu Shanjun's mind.

Just to recruit unqualified people with spiritual roots, I knew that the Sheriff's Office must have something up their sleeve.

Now that Meng Zhen is missing, the county magistrate's office is highly suspicious.

"Now I have no choice." Yang Lingu sighed.

A month ago, Liu Chuang hosted the last banquet for the three of them, but Meng Zhen did not arrive.

Liu Chuang has already left with the immortal master, and they belong to the Liu Chuang family who have some abilities here.

Now that Liu Chuang has left the group, he naturally has nothing to take care of.

I found the last person in their group of five, who didn't think it was serious, and told him to wait, maybe Meng Zhen was just in seclusion.

It's not easy for Yang Lingu to go to Meng Zhen's house to tell the news. If he really goes to publicize it, the Meng family won't beat him up.

In the end, I was desperate and thought of Li Qingfeng.

Although Yang Lingu doesn't think Li Qingfeng can solve it, he needs to let more people know about it.

He is the only one who knows that if something unexpected happens, the news will be cut off.

Not to mention, a person is under such great psychological pressure, and every step is like walking on thin ice.

Therefore, Yang Lingu urgently needs others to discuss countermeasures with him.

He also needs to confirm Meng Zhen's news as soon as possible.

"Brother Qingfeng, I'm really desperate. Your family has many shops, so I should be able to get in touch with the county guard's master." Yang Lingu looked at Li Qingfeng with hope.

It happened that Li Qingfeng's eyes also passed by at this time.

Today's Yanglin Valley is no longer as high-spirited as it used to be.

Apart from being haggard, there is a deep worry between his brows.

"I'll find someone to help you ask."

Although he had no hope, Yang Lingu still thanked him seriously.

Li Qingfeng clenched the Zunhun Banner in his hand and looked at Yang Lingu's back.

Now two months have passed, and he has saved ten more mana, which is enough for the evil spirit to appear for ten breaths.

It’s enough to use the Soul Banner’s Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts once.

Ordinary people are by no means his opponents.

Even the so-called first-class or innate masters in the martial arts world can never withstand the murderous attack of the main soul evil ghost.

Tushanjun looked as usual.

It seems that Li Qingfeng has made up his mind to go to the Sheriff's Mansion.

He has nothing to say.

Should we advise the other party not to continue the investigation and not to care about the life or death of our friends?

Tushanjun can't do it.
Chapter completed!