Chapter 330: The guest is a fart, it’s the sponsor

"Young Master, please excuse me, everyone."

Yan Nanbei stood up when he heard Ye Xingzhou's words.

"Sir, follow me."

Yan Nanbei didn't ask Ye Xingzhou why he wanted to talk alone, but just invited Ye Xingzhou into the side room and poured him two cups of tea.

There were clothes hanging out to dry in the side rooms, and there was a faint scent of soapberries.

Ye Xingzhou held the teacup with a complicated look in his eyes.

He requested a private meeting for two reasons.

First, beware of the disguised Right Protector.

Second, it can save a lot of trouble in explanation.

This fake Heavenly Dao is extremely sensitive. If a word crosses the line, he will be shocked like thunder.

Ye Xingzhou set up a barrier to isolate the enemy.

Yan Nanbei now looks middle-aged, and Ye Xingzhou really can't call him Yan Zi.

Calling Yan Zi is like taking advantage.

"Uncle Yan, do you still remember what I told you?"

Yannanbei nodded, "Remember, my master told me to keep it a secret. Even if you ask, I won't tell you."

Ye Xingzhou was very sure that he had never said this.

Could it be that after he left, someone impersonated him?

Ye Xingzhou stared at Yan Nanbei's eyes, carefully searching for any signs of lying.

But I was still disappointed.

"Yanzi, I'm sure I never told you this."

The familiar name made Yannanbei's fingertips tremble.

But my mouth couldn't control itself and I said things I didn't want to say.

"Your Excellency is mistaken."

When answering this, Yan Nanbei's eyes were a little out of focus.

Ye Xingzhou frowned.

"Yanzi, what happened after I left?"

Yan Nanbei continued to answer in a serious tone, "The Meng family made their fortune thanks to the lucky bag given by the adults."

The teacup was placed on the table with a clear sound.

"Yanzi, I mean, those children."

Ye Xingzhou stood up and said, "This small courtyard, I remember now, it was the old house where the owner of the family raised his children."

Although the appearance has changed a lot, Ye Xingzhou still remembers the location of the tree stump very clearly.

Originally it was a big banyan tree, and the demon summoning scroll in the wooden box was hidden under the banyan tree.

"child."

Yan Nanbei's eyes were dull.

My heart is surging.

"They're all dead."

"The thunder from the sky caused a fire and burned him to death."

His fingers unconsciously stirred the torn sleeve.

Another torn sleeve.

Ye Xingzhou raised his eyes and searched for the clothes hanging out to dry.

Almost all sleeves have a slit at the corner.

Ye Xingzhou raised his hand and opened the rip in his sleeve.

A layer of cloth was sewn into the torn sleeve, which could be used to hide things.

Ye Xingzhou continued to open the second and third pieces, each of which contained a sewn storage bag.

Ye Xingzhou walked quickly to Yan Nanbei and held his hand.

Yan Nanbei raised his eyes, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Ye Xingzhou didn't answer, but pulled his sleeves wider with a ripping sound.

Sure enough, there was a hard object under the sleeve.

As it was torn apart, the hard object rolled to the ground.

It's a photo stone.

Ye Xingzhou had originally instructed Yan Nanbei to see the photo stone that he must hand over to him.

How could that be?

That last time, when they were in Nanmulin, Yannanbei's sleeves were torn, which was a reminder to him.

At that time, he just thought that it was scratched by a branch.

But why didn’t Yan Nanbei speak directly?

Why do you say one thing and mean another?

Ye Xingzhou picked up the photo stone.

Possibilities emerged one after another in my mind.

Could it be that he is being watched by the heavens, so he denies it so flatly?

No, there was absolutely no sign of Yannanbei lying.

Ye Xingzhou rejected this speculation.

"Yanzi."

"I gave you this photo stone."

Yan Nanbei looked bewildered, "Sir, I don't know."

Ye Xingzhou stared closely at Yan Nanbei's eyes and found that every time he answered, he would lose focus for a short time.

It's like my consciousness is being manipulated by something.

Ye Xingzhou has also experienced this feeling.

Ye Xingzhou suddenly raised his eyes, "Yanzi, you have a puppet hanging thread in your body, right?"

"I don't know what the adults are talking about, the puppet strings."

Yan Nanbei looked at Ye Xingzhou.

The blue veins on the forehead are about to appear.

Those eyes gradually became bloodshot.

It's like, struggling against consciousness.

Ye Xingzhou held Yan Nanbei's shoulder and said, "It was planted by the Demon Lord."

"Sir, I have no connection with the Demon Lord."

Yan Nanbei's body was trembling slightly.

While talking.

A tear rolled down Yan Nanbei's eyes.

He is powerless.

Obviously, the truth is right in front of us.

But I couldn't say it out loud.

This kind of life lasted for a hundred years.

My lord, I finally guessed it.

He was finally going to be free.

"Yanzi, wait for me, I'll go find someone."

That tear has proved so much.

Ye Xingzhou took out the storage bag.

This storage bag has a circular mark, which was a gift from Feng Wujian as a disciple a hundred years ago.

The little wooden puppet crawled into the storage bag and hasn't come out yet.

Ye Xingzhou shook his storage bag.

"Youge, ask your master to come over."

After absorbing so many of his spirit stones, he has to do some work.

The little wooden puppet poked its head out of the storage bag.

The facial features are vivid and lifelike, and even the texture of the puppet has become the smooth touch of skin.

It's better than the one I kept in my own storage bag.

Ye Xingzhou lifted the puppet's feet, and the puppet instantly hung upside down.

"You've been in the storage bag for so long, you're not stealing food, are you?"

The little wooden puppet shook his head repeatedly.

Ye Xingzhou sensed it and found that the restriction on the storage bag was indeed released.

"And you lied."

Ye Xingzhou flicked the puppet's butt.

"Hurry up and call your master."

The little wooden puppet looked at Ye Xingzhou in shock, his face visibly red.

"Oh, you still know how to be angry." Ye Xingzhou played it again.

The puppet covered its buttocks with both hands and looked at Ye Xingzhou as if he were looking at a monster.

Ye Xingzhou placed the puppet on the table.

"Don't make me slap you."

The little wooden puppet had an aggrieved look on his face and kept turning his hands.

A golden thread takes shape in mid-air, pointing outwards.

The little wooden puppet grabbed the silk thread and stood on tiptoe to put it on Ye Xingzhou's hand.

Ye Xingzhou bent his fingertips, hooked the silk thread, and pulled it.

At the other end of the silk thread, Ye Xingzhou felt a strong pulling force.

The little wooden puppet held Ye Xingzhou's hand and made a pulling gesture.

This is to meet someone, and we have to have a tug-of-war first.

Ye Xingzhou tightened the silk thread and pulled it hard.

The gold thread shrinks rapidly.

A shadow appeared in the house.

The shadow gradually turned into a solid entity.

White face and black clothes.

There was still the familiar white mask on his face.

However, this time when they met, the stiff puppet texture completely disappeared.

The pair of fox eyes with upturned corners behind the mask look vivid and lifelike.

The texture of her skin is smoother than that of humans.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

The guest is nothing, he is the sponsor.

Ye Xingzhou grabbed the puppet by the back of its clothes and lifted it up. "It sucked a lot of my spirit stones."

"So, Senior Baixi, taking a puppet hanging thread isn't too much to ask, is it?"

Baixi held up his face and drank the water in the teacup.

Ye Xingzhou sighed, "I drank that."

"I don't mind."

Baixi poured out another cup of tea and let it cool down.

His gaze fell on Yannanbei.

"He has puppet strings attached to him."

"But it cannot be taken."

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