Chapter 91 Gunshots

Rong Anzhou finally showed up during dinner. It was not known whether he had really slept for a whole day or was trying to avoid Han Zhong, but he was eventually called out by Han Zhong and given a lecture.

Jiang Wu had already learned from Han Zhong that it was Rong Anzhou's spy who interfered and prevented Han Zhong from knowing that he had also come to Qingming Mountain. This made his murderous intent, which had almost dissipated, resurface.

Rong Anzhou, who had been walking between life and death for many years, immediately sensed his murderous intentions and immediately stepped back to warn, "If you dare to touch me, Han Zhong will not let you go."

Jiang Wu disagreed. Even if Han Zhong didn't like him killing people, if he really killed someone, Han Zhong would definitely forgive him in the end. However, he didn't want to quarrel with Han Zhong, so he could only keep this small matter for now, but the necessary lesson was inevitable.

So he pinned the man down and beat him, then casually pressed a point one inch below his navel and left.

Rong Anzhou also noticed that he had poked him in the lower abdomen, but after checking his body he found nothing wrong, so he didn't take it seriously and turned around to complain to Han Zhong.

Han Zhongya ignored him. He just wanted to know where his second assistant Lisa was. He had clearly asked her to deliver the cake at noon today, but she didn't show up until dinner. If she hadn't always said "soon" every time they talked on the phone, he would have sent someone to look for her.

Originally it was his fault for missing the visit, especially after knowing that Jiang Wuqi was actually looking forward to his arrival, he felt even more guilty. He thought that at least a small cake could make up for it, but who knew that his usually capable second assistant would lose the chain at the critical moment.

Although Han Zhong specially assigned three bodyguards before coming, Lisa has always been reliable in her work. He was still worried that something unexpected might happen, so he asked Yao Ping to keep in touch with the other party and go to pick them up directly.

If Lisa doesn't come tonight, he will apologize to Jiang Wu again.

However, Jiang Wu had no time to think about the cake at the moment. He only cared about the treasures hidden in the mountains of Qingyang Temple.

…

At 8:30 that evening, I was at the back mountain of Qingyang Temple. In the dark and windy wilderness, insects chirped one after another, and occasionally a black shadow darted through the woods, leaving behind a rustling sound.

Han Zhong, wearing an expensive white shirt and holding a flashlight, walked in the dim woods, one step deep and one step shallow, "...Are you sure it's a baby, not someone's ancestor?"

"Of course."

Jiang Wu on the side was very confident. He felt it when he followed the program crew up the mountain. Later, he saw the military dagger in the mandrill's hand, Bai Xianling said that someone broke into the Taoist temple half a year ago, and the Taoist priest named Luo Yun had a hesitant expression when he saw the talisman. He was sure that the thing he wanted was hidden on this Qingming Mountain.

Han Zhong looked down at the mud on his shoes, then looked at the bright mining lamp on Jiang Wutou's head, and asked, "Have you ever thought that you can be easily discovered by others with this big lamp that can shine from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain?"

"I have thought about it." Jiang Wu said blankly, "But aren't you afraid of the dark?"

Han Zhong paused, and asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

"The night you were hospitalized, the wall lamp next to your bed was on all night. There are also many lights in Ziyuan's house. There is also an emergency light in the study, and..."

"What else?"

"And one more thing." Jiang Wushang stepped forward and held his hand, "You have been holding my hand tightly since just now."

“…”

Han Zhong didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. He just felt like his heart was filled with something, choking his throat and making him unable to speak.

The hand in his palm was slender and strong, with a masculine bone feel, a little smaller than his own, dry and slightly cool. He held it neither too lightly nor too heavily, and he felt particularly at ease.

He held her hand back and said, "Since you know I'm afraid of the dark, why did you come to look for my baby? Is my baby more important than me?"

Jiang Wu shook his head up and down, "So I brought a mining lamp."

The strong beam of light hit his face, and it felt like seeing the sun. Han Zhong covered his mining lamp with his hand and asked, "Where did you get this lamp?"

"It was given to me by the production team. I was planning to use it to look for ghosts in the middle of the night while camping in the mountains."

“…”

Han Zhong didn't know much about variety shows, but was shocked and asked, "Is your show serious?"

Jiang Wu had only recorded this one variety show, so he had no idea what was serious or not. He dragged him to the forest in front and said, "It's just to make money. Why do you care whether it's serious or not? Hurry up and find something!"

Han Zhong's heart was slightly shaken, and he decided to go back and ask someone to investigate this program.

The forest on the back mountain was covered with thorns and seemed rarely visited at first glance, but they soon discovered that some of the trees had broken branches, some new and some old. The two followed these trees into the depths of the forest and discovered some new things.

Bloodstains.

It sprinkled on the branches and leaves, appearing as rust-red spots with lighter edges, and it looked like it had been there for several days.

Walking further ahead, a wild cemetery suddenly appeared in front of us. There were only a few graves there, not crowded. The entire grave was surrounded by stones. The tombstones were very clean and you could clearly see the words engraved on them.

"Hou Yuan, the 39th abbot of Qingyang Temple..."

Jiang Wu looked around and found that most of the graves were of former masters of Qingyang Temple. "I heard that now after people die, their ashes are burned and placed in cemeteries. How come there are still graves here?"

"Some remote places still choose burial." Han Zhong was not surprised, but he had a question about this cemetery, "Don't you find it creepy?"

Jiang Wu was puzzled, "Why?"

Han Zhong pointed at the cemetery and said, "There are dead people everywhere here, and we are two living people standing here in the middle of the night. Don't you feel surrounded?"

"So that's why you're afraid of the dark?"

“…”

Han Zhong began to regret admitting this, and squeezed his hand, saying, "There are graves ahead, go back."

Jiang Wu was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of dead leaves breaking behind him. The sound was particularly clear and inexplicably eerie in this quiet forest graveyard.

The two were about to turn around and look back, but the next moment someone pressed a hard object against the back of their heads at the same time.

"Don't move!" the hoarse man said in a low threatening voice.

Han Zhong subconsciously stopped his action, but Jiang Wu beside him did not have this awareness and still turned around. Han Zhong's pupils shrank and he suddenly pounced on Jiang Wu.

The next second, deafening gunshots echoed throughout the forest, startling countless birds.

At the same time, everyone in Qingming Temple heard the gunshot. Luo Yun, who was about to go to the back mountain for patrol, suddenly changed his expression. He said to his disciples behind him, "Take people up the mountain," and hurried to the back mountain.

Seeing the Taoist temple suddenly become agitated, the program crew looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

"That just now... couldn't be a gunshot, right?" Ji Ruoxuan asked hesitantly.

"That's impossible. Where did the gunshots come from in the middle of nowhere? Could it be someone setting off firecrackers?"

As the group panicked, Rong Anzhou raised his eyelids and scanned the crowd, then asked, "Where are Han Zhong and Jiang Wu?"

"No, I haven't seen them since dinner. Maybe they went out for a walk?"

“…”

Rong Anzhou lowered his head, took out his cell phone and called Han Zhong, but no one answered. He then called Jiang Wu, but no one answered.

He hung up the phone, went back to his room, put on his coat, and hurried to the back mountain.