Chapter 529: I Really Feed the Dog (Part 1)
Ruan Qi's speculation made Bai Li gasp.
"Hiss—mental power control?! There shouldn't be many ancient warriors who can do this, right? Does Jiang Chunian have that ability?"
Controlling a person through mental power is not something every ancient warrior can do. He must have strong ancient martial arts skills and extremely strong mental power.
Ten years ago, Jiang Chunian was just an ordinary ancient warrior. Back then, it was impossible for him to control his mental power.
But, it’s only been ten years, how could he have grown to this point?
"This is unscientific!" Bai Li, drawing on her own experience of tens of thousands of years, decisively concluded, "He's definitely practicing some evil technique, otherwise he wouldn't have made such rapid progress! Seventh girl, you can't fight him today. This kid is full of crooked ways, and you're very likely to suffer!"
People who practice evil arts have a lot of sinister moves that orthodox ancient martial artists cannot defend themselves against.
Ruan Qi also knew that today was not a good time to take action, so he nodded and said, "I won't do it today. It won't be too late to do it tomorrow when he goes to the arms exhibition."
No matter how powerful your sorcery skills are, you cannot avoid the attacks of thermal weapons.
There are very few grandmasters in this world who are as invulnerable as Xi Jiu.
Moreover, even Xi Jiu would be forced to break through his defense and be shot and injured when faced with enough hot weapons.
There's no way Jiang Chunian is more powerful than Xi Jiu.
Ruan Qi hid outside the window and discussed with Bai Li about Jiang Chunian's practice of evil magic. At this time, in the study, Old Hawke had stood up from the chair with stiff limbs.
"Father, it's time for you to go to bed. Go back to your room." Demonhawk said to Old Hawk with a smile. Old Hawk walked out of the study step by step as if a machine had received an order.
Jiang Chunian also stood up from the sofa at this time, "It's time for me to go back."
Demonhawk immediately revealed a flattering smile, bowed slightly, and said respectfully to Jiang Chunian: "Mr. Jiang, tomorrow's arms exhibition..."
"I'll go with you." Jiang Chunian adjusted his sleeves gracefully and said slowly, "By the way, have you found the person I asked you to investigate?"
Demonhawk: "We are investigating and there will be news in the next few days."
Jiang Chunian said "hmm", turned around and walked away.
"Who did Jiang Chunian ask Demonhawk to investigate?" Bai Li asked curiously.
Ruan Qi shook his head.
There was no one in the study anymore, so it was futile to stay there any longer. Ruan Qi rolled back onto the roof of the main building, where Mo Lan and He Ma, who were guarding it, quickly caught her.
"I've heard everything I need to hear. Sister Lan, Uncle He Ma, let's go back."
Bai Li's time limit for shielding the security system is forty minutes. Half an hour has passed now, and there are only ten minutes left for the security system to return to normal.
Ruan Qi, Mo Lan, and He Ma quickly jumped down from the main building, then followed the same route they came from, skillfully dodged several waves of bodyguards, and ran towards the manor gate like a ghost.
Suddenly, a faint moan drifted into Ruan Qi's ears on the wind.
Ruan Qi paused for a moment, and before she could react, another moan came over.
Ruan Qi stopped.
"Sister Lan, Uncle He Ma, did you hear any sound?" she asked uncertainly.
He Ma nodded expressionlessly, raised his hand and pointed to the right front: "The sound came from that side."
The direction He Ma pointed to was an abandoned tower in Hawke Manor. The tower's exterior walls had long been mottled and covered with moss after years of wind and rain, and the first floor door was sealed tightly with a seal.
How could there be groaning sounds coming from a tower that has been abandoned for many years?
Ruan Qi was puzzled. She raised her head and was about to take a look at the tower, but she saw a horrifying scene -
In the attic at the top of the tower, a dark shadow, like a ghost dragging on the ground, climbed up the balcony railing at an extremely slow speed.
He crawled very slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength in every step. His crawling movements were also very strange, and the two arms wrapped around the balcony railing looked like an alien.
Such a scene looks really creepy in this quiet manor late at night.
Fortunately, Ruan Qi was an ancient martial artist with a very long vision range, so he could see clearly that the crawling thing was not a ghost, but a living person.
She stared at the man who was scarier than a ghost for a while, then suddenly asked, "What does Harman, the eldest son of the Hawke family, look like?"
Mo Lan immediately used her phone to pull up a photo of Hamandmon.
Ruan Qi took a look at the photo, then raised her head and looked at the person hanging on the balcony railing.
She tsk'd.
"We've gained so much from our tour tonight!"
Who would have thought?
Harman Hawke, the future heir of the Hawke family, the eldest son of old Hawke and the elegant and steady nobleman, who is already tacitly accepted by the upper class, is being imprisoned in an abandoned tower like a ghost.
If she sells this news to the media, she should be able to make a lot of money, right?
Ruan Xiaoqi was secretly tempted by the money in his heart, then he tightened his backpack and walked towards the tower.
He Ma and Mo Lan followed closely behind.
The three of them walked to the bottom of the tower, and Ruan Qi took out a rope from his backpack.
"I'm going up for a bit. Sister Lan, Uncle He Ma, you two keep watch for me down there."
After the little girl finished speaking, she threw the rope upwards with force, then grabbed the rope with both hands and climbed up like a light swallow.
At this time, in the attic at the top of the tower, Harman Hawke was struggling to climb on the balcony railing, trying to make a sound for help.
But he hadn't had a drop of water for several days, his throat was already dry and hoarse, and he could only make slight moans.
Harmanhawke felt extremely desperate.
He never dreamed that after living a smooth life for decades, he would be abandoned by his father and locked up in an attic where no one cared about him.
The reason his father gave up on him was also ridiculous. It was because of his unlearned third brother Damon!
Harman Hawke felt that all his filial piety of more than forty years had been wasted!
He was filled with hatred and gritted his teeth as he tried to stand up by holding the railing.
However, the pain in his broken arms and legs was unbearable. Harmanhawk only persisted for half a second before he was defeated by reality.
He couldn't hold on to the railing, and without his legs to support him, his whole body fell over the railing.
The attic of the tower is at least twenty meters from the ground. Given his current physical condition, if he falls down, he will definitely die.
Harmanhawk closed his eyes in despair and began to wait for death.
The imaginable pain and fall did not come.
As soon as he fell off the railing, he felt his neck tighten and his collar was lifted by a strong force.
"Tsk," a soft girl's voice rang out above him, "You jump off a building when you feel depressed, Mr. Harman. Is your heart made of crystal?"
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