He called Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal over from Wenxian Garden. Song QingShu had come to ask for help. This matter needed to be considered at length.
After receiving the message, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal immediately galloped over on Sheep. It took him less than five minutes to get to the Wang family's house.
After Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took Sheep back, he entrusted one of his little brothers who was good at upgrading immortal tools to repair the car. When he had heard that Wang Ling was looking for him that night, he had seized the opportunity to return the tricycle.
When he reached the entrance, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal saw that the main door of the Wang family's villa was slightly ajar; Wang Ling had opened it through the air.
Then, Song Qingshu saw Great Death-Courting Senior and a pink-haired loli wearing blue lace suspenders and shorts enter the door. The little loli looked like she was only six years old. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing a gray windbreaker. Her big eyes blinked as she looked around.
Song Qingshu's heart couldn't help jumping when he saw Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal holding Little Loli's hand … he had never heard that this Great Death-Courting Senior had a daughter. Where had this Little Loli come from?
After entering, the first thing Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal saw was Grandfather Wang watching a drama, which was the recently popular Take Me Old Driver. He did not dare to disturb the old man watching the drama, but at this moment, he had already decided that when he returned home today, he would carefully watch the drama from beginning to end … Who knows, he might be able to comprehend the mysteries of heaven!
Yes … Great Senior's every action has a purpose!
Leading Sheep in front of Wang Ling, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was stunned when he saw Wang Ling's pajamas. Damn, Brother Ling … aren't you a little cute today?!
Then, he cupped his fists in salute to Wang Ling, who was wearing big white bunny pajamas. "Brother Ling, I've brought you Sheep …"
Wang Ling stared at the little girl and raised his eyebrows.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal rubbed Lolita's little head. "Brother Ling, are you relieved now?"
Wang Ling cupped his chin in his hand and nodded. This already wasn't Sheep's first time materializing. It was just that the last few times it had materialized, because of the rust and peeling paint on the tricycle, the clothes and accessories it had materialized had been too horrible to look at. Now that he had taken care of it again, it was indeed much better!
Sheep pointed at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal with a face full of excitement. "This uncle found someone to help me paint, wax and lubricate it! It's very comfortable! "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
"…" Somehow, Wang Ling felt that there was something strange about this!
…
…
After listening to Song Qingshu's explanation of what had happened, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked at him and laughed. "It turns out you were the one who sent that bunch of people who fought us for the stone ghost mask back then. Now that he's been abandoned and is being hunted, he's come to us for help? If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? "
Song QingShu sighed and revealed an expression of great bitterness and hatred. "Now that things have come to this, I have no way out. I can only seek help from the two Seniors. If the two Seniors can help me, I can help the two Seniors get what they want … "
"Tell me about it first." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal leaned back on the sofa and hugged Sheep from behind. Sheep twisted her body with a look of disgust, struggling to free herself …
"I know that the Seniors have been looking for information on the maker of the stone ghost mask," Song QingShu said as he looked at Wang Ling and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
Hearing this, Wang Ling and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's eyes lit up. "You have a lead?"
Song QingShu nodded solemnly. "Yes!" This information had been given to him by Zhou Jie, the leader of Green Gang, and was more than ninety percent accurate.
In fact, Song QingShu knew that he was in no position to negotiate at all. Cultivators nowadays had all sorts of ways to extract memories, and given the strength of these two people, it would be as easy as turning over their hands to read his memories.
But he wasn't stupid … long before he had come to the Wang family's villa, he had sealed his memories with a curse. If the curse was forcibly removed, all his memories would disappear. Song QingShu was well aware that this was his only bargaining chip. Even so, he still couldn't guarantee that this Senior Immortal didn't have any other way to pry into his memories.
After all, this was a great Senior who could transform a pair of long johns into a Soul Formation cultivator and cause him to suffer a backlash!
"You're smart to use a curse to seal your memories." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's eyes twinkled as he looked at Song QingShu. This was the Heavenly Eye of a Soul Formation cultivator; although it was far inferior to Wang Ling's, it wasn't hard for it to pick up some clues.
But very quickly, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal frowned when he noticed a black stain on Song QingShu's soul, and he exclaimed, "A soul brand?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had seen a lot of soul brands. The more dangerous a brand was, the darker its color would be. For example, the soul brand on Song QingShu's body had already f * * king turned into a black fungus!
Song QingShu lowered his head and sighed. "The Lord of the Castle plants a soul brand like this on everyone who works in Mo Immortal Castle …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal cupped his chin in contemplation. There were actually a lot of ways to remove a soul brand. But Song QingShu's brand was already too deep, and it was very difficult to remove it with ordinary methods. The Lord of the Castle brand on Song QingShu's soul was like a time bomb; not only was there a risk of its location being exposed, it was also extremely easy for the person to be remotely cursed.
"Brother Ling, do you have any way to remove the soul brand?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked with a frown.
Wang Ling nodded, then got up and went to the bathroom on the first floor of the Wang family's small villa. He rummaged through a cupboard and took out a red bag.
On the side, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song QingShu were stupefied when they saw this familiar packaging. "…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "… Brother Ling, this is …?"
Wang Ling opened the bag.
The pure white granules in the bag glowed with a golden light and gave off the fragrance of honey locust.
This was a bag of mystical washing powder which he had already blessed …
…
At the same time, a woman approached outside the Wang family's small villa. She was wearing a cheongsam and a pair of red high heels.
She had followed Song QingShu's soul brand to this place.
"This is the place … do you think the Lord of the Castle won't know if you hide here?" The woman sneered; she had already smelled Song QingShu.
"Song QingShu, come out and die! I'm here on the Lady's orders to avenge Ah Zuo! "The woman didn't move, but her furious voice pierced straight into the heart and was deafening.
But unfortunately, there was no reply to this voice …
"Damn it! Song QingShu, if you're willing to be a turtle and don't dare come out, this old lady will charge in! I swear, I'll kill everyone in this villa! "The woman in the red cheongsam flew into a rage.
Just as the woman was about to storm the villa and carry out her next move … The front door of the Wang family's small villa opened …
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