Chapter 562

"What's the matter with me? How long have I slept?".

When youyou woke up, Zhuang Laosan looked at his wife and asked, feeling that his head was very heavy.

"Lao Zhuang, what's the matter with you? Since you got that iron pimple, your soul has almost been hooked away. Today, when I came back from shopping and saw that your door was not closed, I fell asleep in the room and couldn't wake up. If I hadn't been snoring, I would have gone to see a doctor!" replied the woman sitting by the bed.

"I don't know? Why did I fall asleep? By the way, iron pimples! Ah, bah, that iron piece!", old Zhuang three immediately got up and wanted to find his own iron piece.

But even if I turned the house upside down, I didn't find that I sat by the bed unhappily, and my face was very bad

"Well, Lao Zhuang, don't look for it when it's gone. It saves you a day holding your broken iron pimple," the woman said.

In desperation, Zhuang Laosan had to accept this fact

"Oh, but it's wrong. Why do I feel I can't remember anything today?" said Zhuang Laosan suspiciously.

"No, Lao Zhuang, you're only in your thirties. How can you be like those old men?" the woman joked. She thought Lao Zhuang was sleeping unconscious, and then said, "don't think so much. It's getting late. Have a rest."

But what they didn't know was that a pair of non-human eyes were staring at them in the dark, and then they flashed away

"Your Majesty, I went to check it. The man's memory was indeed erased and left no trace."

In the dark cave, the Zerg who went to explore was reporting.

"Well, you just stay up and check around. I always feel that the ground is not very peaceful now," said the huge insect faintly.

"Yes, king!"

The next morning, a young man in hemp slowly came out of the pawnshop.

This person is short and strong, and his appearance is also very ordinary, giving people a very simple and honest feeling.

Walking into the street, breathing the fresh air, looking at the people coming and going in the street, the young man in hemp mumbled, "later, let you feel the taste of hiding underground", and then walked slowly towards an intelligence collection office he knew.

A teahouse was full of people. The waiter was busy greeting the guests.

The owner of the teahouse was talking to a young man in sackcloth in a room behind him.

"What's the news recently?" asked the young man in sackcloth.

"There is no important news, but now a group of people in the city seem to be asking about something. I don't know if it has anything to do with you," the boss replied to the young man in sackcloth in front of him.

Since the man first found himself, under a burst of coercion and inducement, the teahouse has become a place to collect information for the man. Gradually, the teahouse owner also developed some forces, and many ears were planted in the city.

He has no control over the identity of the man in front of him and what he wants to do. He only knows that the wealth obtained by providing information is something he can't dream of.

"What kind of people are they? What kind of news are they asking for?" the young man in sackcloth asked faintly.

"That group of people is a small force specialized in stealing property. I never paid attention to them at first, but my staff said that they seem to be collecting some information in recent days. Although my staff has good skills, they are very alert, so they are not continuing to investigate deeply," replied the teahouse owner.

The young man in sackcloth thought a little and said, "do you know the location of those people?"

"Yes," replied the teahouse owner

"Tell me where those people are," said the young man in sackcloth

Out of the teahouse, the young man in sackcloth walked slowly, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Although this matter may have nothing to do with your race, it's reassuring to check it.

An hour later, the young man in sackcloth came to the remote courtyard in the mouth of the teahouse boss.

Standing in front of the courtyard, I felt the breath of people without cultivation inside. I couldn't help shaking my head slightly. My cultivation in the realm of Immortal Emperor was reduced to investigating a group of ordinary people

Then he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

The two people behind the door were alert for a moment. Looking at the young man in hemp slowly coming in, they said loudly, "who? This is not a place where you can come!".

The young man in sackcloth did not answer, and his eyes flashed red.

"Ah!" the two people behind the door suddenly felt that their minds were knocked down by a sledgehammer and lost consciousness in an instant.

Inside the house, Scarface and Wu Weizheng were talking about things. Hearing the news outside the house, Wu Wei immediately held the dagger hidden in his sleeve tightly in his hand. Scarface turned and grabbed a long knife around him, then looked at each other, nodded and rushed out at the same time

Scar face looked at the two men who couldn't afford to fall to the ground and the young man in sackcloth standing. He suddenly said something bad. The two people he arranged behind the door are good in his own hands, but this man can defeat them instantly. Maybe only the legendary cultivator can do it.

Thinking of this, scar face immediately said, "who are you? We have no enemies with you. Why hurt my brother?", and then he unconsciously clenched the long knife in his hand.

"What news are you asking for? Who asked you to do it?", seeing the leader's appearance, the young man in sackcloth said faintly.

"We don't know anything. Did you find the wrong person?" said scar face nervously.

"Don't know? Then I have to search by myself," the young man in sackcloth said faintly. With a flash of body shape, he appeared in front of scar face and Wu Wei. His hands were immediately placed on their heads and searched their souls

In a room in the distance, Emperor Xinchen, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

"This is", I felt a wave coming from the prohibition in Wu Wei's soul. Emperor Xinchen immediately watched the picture in front of Wu Wei through the prohibition

A second later, there was no emperor Xinchen on the bed

"It seems that it really has nothing to do with us". After checking scar face and Wu Wei's soul, the young man in sackcloth murmured that when he was about to let go, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something unusual in the depths of Wu Wei's soul.

"Eh? Why has this man's soul been tampered with?" suddenly, the young man in sackcloth was surprised, let go of the two people in his hands, immediately turned his head, and saw that a man had quietly appeared behind him. Moreover, the smell on his body was very strong, which seemed to be the same as that of his king, xianzun!

It was the emperor's heart dust who came after he realized that Wu Wei was in danger!

Emperor Xinchen looked at the young man in sackcloth and said faintly, "have you dared to appear so brazenly?".