When Feng Qing's friend heard who the "middle school bald guy" was, her eyes flickered strangely.

But she immediately said, "No, it's okay, it's someone you don't know."

"Oh." Feng Qing muttered softly, and then lowered her head.

A few hairs stood up on her lowered head. After a while, one of them seemed to have run out of life, and it swayed and floated down, landing on the ground, more sad and beautiful than the falling cherry blossoms.

Feng Qing's friend turned her head away silently.

She was looking at the screen with cold sweat on her forehead, and she was a little confused and thought that something was wrong. Who was calling her?

She glanced at Feng Qing who was pretending to be shut up, and thought to herself, could this be a prank?

After thinking for a long time, she carefully picked up the phone and asked, "Hello?"

...

"Hello?" Xu Erlang, who was still downstairs, suddenly shuddered.

He almost thought he had heard it wrong, but there were indeed some sounds coming from the black sign.

It was a woman's voice.

The woman's voice was quite nice, but it was a little hesitant and a little soft at the moment. If he hadn't listened carefully, he would have almost missed the voice.

At that moment, a sudden sense of excitement hit him like lightning, and he realized that his thoughts seemed to be true, and this thing was possible!

"So that person's voice sounds like this..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself in the empty room.

After he finished saying this, Feng Qing's friend was also suddenly stunned.

Hiss...wait, why is it a man's voice?

And it sounds like a man with a nice voice?

Feng Qing's friend, who was half lying just now, sat up suddenly and looked seriously at the person hiding in the corner opposite.

Feng Qing was originally isolating herself in the corner, but for some reason she felt a strong gaze focused on her, as if a hole was being drilled into her whole body.

"Feng Qing, you..." Feng Qing's friend looked at her with a complicated expression, a bit of bewilderment, a bit of anger, and an indescribable joy, as if she saw her own pig finally eating cabbage... Feng Qing shivered even more.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" She immediately changed to a disgusting tone and asked the person on the other end of the phone.

This voice made Feng Qing shiver. She said awkwardly, "Don't talk to me in this voice. It sounds weird."

"Then what voice do you want me to use?" When her friend faced Feng Qing, her tone instantly changed back to the original grumpy old sister's feeling, and she said impatiently.

Xu Erlang on the opposite side was still frowning and listening to the voice coming from the black sign.

He heard another person's voice just now. That voice should belong to the innkeeper.

But that should not be the shopkeeper's voice, but a long, long time ago, maybe ten years, several decades, or even hundreds of years...

or even two hundred years ago. When

Xu Erlang heard the voice coming from the sign, he immediately thought of Yun Shujun, but soon he dismissed the idea.

Although no one has heard Yun Shujun's voice yet, it is said that she is a beautiful woman with a very gentle voice and never gets angry.

This is very different from the voice coming from the black sign.

After all, although that person tried to cover up something when speaking, Xu Erlang could still hear the almost uncontrollable irritability in the voice of the person speaking, which shows that this gentle way of speaking is not suitable for her.

So, this is probably an old acquaintance of the former shopkeeper.

No one stipulated that the echo stone must record Yun Shujun's past. After all, the echo stone could only record the voice of the speaker, but it could not guarantee what was recorded. It was normal to insert some miscellaneous things into Yun Shujun's voice.

Although Feng Qing's friend was unreliable most of the time, she would not easily cause trouble in such a matter. She had already revealed the clip sound that she had hidden for many years and said stiffly: "Please don't be offended, but after all, this is her thing, why is it in your hands?"

Because Feng Qing was next to her, under the strong pressure that might erupt after this person knew who "Zhong Er Bald" represented, Feng Qing's friend could only use "she" to refer to Feng Qing. Fortunately, her meaning was still quite obvious, and anyone with a little IQ could understand what she meant.

However...

However, Xu Erlang, an ancient man, had no IQ in front of modern people.

At this moment, he tried hard to collect all the information from the sign and memorized them firmly in his mind.

"Is this his thing? How come it is in your hand?" Xu Erlang frowned and thought, "What does this sentence mean?"

He thought about it seriously for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, but he felt that this sentence seemed like a hand, gently revealing the true face of something.

Back then...Did Feng Wuhen hide something? Otherwise, why would that person say this to Feng Wuhen? What exactly is that thing?

In fact, compared with most people in the martial arts world, Feng Wuhen's experience seems particularly "clean". He has been a murderer since he was a child. After growing up, his favorite thing is nothing more than his knife. It is hard to imagine that such a person would pursue anything other than a knife. Yun Shujun may be an accident.

And people like this who are as straight as a knife, like Li Qi, although they are the sharpest weapons in the martial arts world, they will not hide in the corners like poisonous snakes to ambush others.

In a sense, it can even be said that such people are easy to get along with.

What else would such a person hide?

Xu Erlang felt as if he was trapped in a huge fog at this moment, a fog that could easily swallow up a small shrimp like him.

However, his strong curiosity made him involuntarily involved in this vortex, and he was almost unable to extricate himself.

While he was thinking, he suddenly heard three knocks from his window, one short and two long.

This was the code he had agreed to use with the people from the moment before.

He was able to get the message out of the nameless inn thanks to a rare opportunity he had seized after squatting in the inn for three full days. In fact, he had been a little uneasy in the first two days because he was not sure if he was in any danger here, and Xu Erlang did not want to die here.

But now, when he got the echo stone, there was a sound outside, and Xu Erlang felt a little inexplicably angry.

He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at that moment. Anyway, he opened the window and had already calmed down when he saw the informant who had just come to him. He invited him in and said, "Great, we finally meet."

...

Feng Qing's friend had been waiting here for a long time but didn't hear any voices. She felt a little uneasy.

She thought to herself, did she say something wrong, so the other person suddenly stopped talking? Although she was not very popular, she was better than Feng Qing, right?

Just when he was suspicious and wanted to hang up the phone, thinking that this might be a prank, she suddenly heard the voice of the person who had been silent for a long time speaking.

"Great, we finally meet."

What does it mean?

Feng Qing's friend was confused.

The tone sounded like something one would say to someone one had heard of for a long time but had never met, but Feng Qing's friend had never expected that Feng Qing would actually introduce her to her secret boyfriend.

How come she felt a little happy when she thought about it? This guy didn't raise her for nothing, and facts proved that Feng Qing was not an ungrateful person.

Feng Qing's friend just smiled friendly and wanted to say something to the person over there, but suddenly heard a particularly cold voice.

"What a pity, this is not a good time to meet."

... At that moment, Feng Qing's friend got goosebumps all over his body.

Feng Qing's friend didn't quite understand the tone of the words, but she thought about it later, and it was probably the same as when she was watching Bleach and suddenly saw Aizen's blackening.

He was a cute little boy one second, and suddenly became a completely different person the next.

...

Xu Erlang attacked the informant who came in a split second.

He wiped his hands slowly and didn't think that his actions were excessive, because he was not sure how much the informant had heard just now. Even if he only heard a little, if it reached the ears of the leader, he would be in trouble.

It is normal for an informant to get into trouble, and a split second is not a harmonious and friendly family.

Xu Erlang acted quickly, so quickly that the informant became silent without even wailing.

On the phone, Feng Qing's friend looked at Feng Qing and found that she was still sitting there with a blank look on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.

Feng Qing really didn't know why her friend had been staring at her from the beginning. She looked at the phone and felt a little alert.

Wait, this guy's eyes are so strange now, as if he is looking at her as if she is a pervert. Why is he looking at her like this? She obviously didn't do anything.

The reason why Feng Qing's friend looked at Feng Qing like this was simply because she had just heard a very, very strange sentence from the phone.

"If the leader knew that I secretly took this kind of thing and didn't tell him, I'm afraid he would be furious."

Feng Qing's friend looked at Feng Qing, then looked at the phone, and then looked at Feng Qing again.

After a long time, she finally couldn't help it, covered the phone and asked Feng Qing a question.

"You, do you have this habit of letting others call you the leader?"