Chapter 0023 Under the Cloud Ridge
I held back my laughter and walked out of the room. I felt a lot better after teasing these two best friends.
But their current situation is really troublesome. Liu Feihe and I can't come up with any solution for the time being. After thinking about it, I'm afraid that the person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it, so we can only start with that fake Qin Ran.
As for these two best friends, it seems that Mr. He Jiu can only find a reliable sanatorium to take care of them as vegetative patients.
A Biao packed his luggage overnight, and early the next morning, we set off for southern Yunnan.
There were three business cars in total, led by Liu Feihe, accompanied by his four disciples, me, He Jiuye, A Biao, and four guards who were hired at a high price.
However, just before departure, He Jintang's young master jumped into the car with a bag on his back, mumbling something.
"Nonsense, what are you doing here?" Mr. He Jiu frowned and scolded, wanting to kick him out of the car.
He Jintang retorted unhappily, "Why am I being ridiculous?"
Master He Jiu was furious: "Do you know that you are the only one left in our He family? Do you want our He family to be extinct?"
He Jintang sat down next to me and said disapprovingly, "We in the He family were lucky to have our lives saved. If we have no descendants, then so be it. What's the big deal?"
Master He Jiu was startled, then burst into laughter: "That's right, that's right. Our He family has enjoyed so many more years of happiness for no reason. We have already made a lot of money. So what if we have no descendants? I didn't expect that a stinky boy like you could understand this! "
He Jintang made a "tsk" sound and was too lazy to pay attention to his father anymore.
Three cars set out from Jiangcheng and headed southwest .
Three days later, we arrived at the foot of Wuliang Mountain in southern Yunnan.
Wuliang Mountain was called Mengle Mountain in ancient times. It is the western branch of Yunling Mountain. It is like a knife falling from the sky, cutting the surging river into two, one side is Lancang River and the other side is Bianjiang River.
When we got here, the car couldn't drive any further, so we had to abandon the car, get out and walk into the vast mountains.
Towards evening, we arrived at a place called Pei Ji Inn and stayed there.
The hotels here are all called inns, which are more representative of the local characteristics, but Pei Ji Inn is more special and makes a deep impression at first sight.
It is built against a cliff and looks quite steep.
I paid attention to the direction of the mountains in this place. It is definitely a very bad feng shui pattern and is totally unsuitable for building a house here.
Liu Feihe discussed this with me secretly and he shared the same view.
But after entering the inn, we found that this inn was indeed unusual. All the layout and furnishings inside it were in line with the principles of Feng Shui.
This shows that the owner of the inn must be someone who is proficient in Feng Shui, or has a friend who is good at it.
But it really doesn't make sense why such a person would choose such a dangerous place to build an inn.
Soon we met the owner of this place, a woman in her thirties with fair skin, delicate features, and elegant conversation.
The owner's surname is Pei. According to her, this inn was left by her grandfather. She originally worked in the city, but later she was not satisfied with her job and met a scumbag who broke her heart. She was disheartened and returned to southern Yunnan to visit her grandfather.
After her grandfather passed away, she simply inherited the inn.
But most of the time, business is quite slow, and sometimes there’s not a single person to be seen for half a month.
When a group of people like us came in, it was considered a big business, so the shop assistants immediately got busy and started cooking.
"Old Chen, there won't be any problems with this store, right? I always feel a little uneasy." He Jintang leaned over and asked.
During this trip, he was the one who got along best with me. I said, "Hmm," and said, "You're right, it could be a shady shop!"
He Jintang was surprised: "Is it true?"
I ignored him and saw a large flat area in front of the inn with bamboo tables and chairs, so I found a place to sit down.
He Jintang followed and sat down, snorting, "You come to scare me again. But, this lady boss is pretty and charming!"
This guy is still lustful. I glanced at him and said, "How about comparing with Qin Ran?"
He Jintang's face immediately turned green: "Old Chen, can you please not mention this? When I think about it now, I just... just fucking..."
I was about to say a few more words to him, but then I saw another group of people coming up the mountain path in front of the inn.
It was already late at night, but with the light from the inn, one could still vaguely see that there were four men and one woman, and the woman was holding a child in her hands.
The child had a white paper man's head , which looked very creepy in the night.
"Old Chen, what are you looking at... Damn it!" He Jintang looked back and almost jumped up.
The girl with the paper man's head covering her head is, of course, He Baoer.
The woman holding her hand was petite and very pretty, and looked to be in her twenties. She should be the fake Qin Ran. I wonder which other girl has suffered the misfortune and had her face borrowed by this horrible woman.
The most eye-catching one among them was a tall bald man with sparse eyebrows that drooped to the sides. He looked the oldest, probably in his sixties. He was leaning on a cane, had a sallow complexion, and looked sickly.
At this time, other people heard the noise and ran out of the inn.
Master He Jiu's face turned pale, and he shouted at a man in the middle, "You bastard surnamed Li, you are not dead after all!"
I saw that this man had dark cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and a pair of eyes flashing with resentment, but his facial features were quite regular. I guess he must have been a handsome guy when he was young.
It turns out that this person is Li Kun.
When he walked, his legs were stiff and swaying from side to side. This must be the aftereffect of having his hands and feet crippled by Master He Jiu in his early years.
"Hehe, we finally meet, Master He Jiu!" A hoarse and harsh voice sounded, coming from the bald man with a cane.
"It's you?" Mr. He Jiu's face changed.
The bald man laughed and said, "It's me." He was the voice in the video call.
"May I know your names and where you are from?" Master He Jiu glanced at He Baoer and asked in a deep voice.
The bald man laughed and said, "We brothers are just wandering ghosts. What's the point of talking about masters? My last name is Liao."
It turned out that these people were sworn brothers.
The bald guy is the eldest, the fake Qin Ran is the second, and the third is a dark-faced man who looks quite dull.
Back then in Ji Le Mansion, I heard the fake Qin Ran inadvertently reveal that the soul-locking formation in front of the He family’s gate was set up by the third brother, and he is most likely a master who is proficient in feng shui.
The other fourth old man was short and pale as paper. He was supported by the dark-faced third old man, his eyes were staring straight ahead.
This guy should be the one who knows the paper-making technique. It's no wonder that he looks so stupid after I pierced the paper man's skull with a copper nail.
As for Li Kun, he is the fifth among them. Judging from the way they speak, he should have just joined the gang not long ago.
"Can you hand Baoer over to me now?" asked Master He Jiu in a deep voice.
Boss Liao shook his head and said, "No hurry, we haven't reached the destination yet." Then he sat down on a chair.
Several other people followed suit and took their seats.
