Chapter 149: Showdown (3)
Afterwards, Zhao Ziheng and others really acted separately from Wang Ye. From beginning to end, Zhao Ziheng had no intention of rejecting Wang Ye, not only because he knew what Wang Ye was worried about, but also because the people who came with him this time were all brothers he regarded as brothers who would live and die together. No matter what the reason was, he did not want to abandon them because of his own selfish desires, and he would not leave them behind at this moment, as that would be an insult to them.
However, except for Wu Yao, Lei Yan and Yang Shi who were named by Wang Ye, all the others were really assigned by Zhao Ziheng to act separately. After all, there is strength in numbers, and no one can be absolutely sure of finding the person, so the chances are greater if they act separately.
Wu Yao, who was following Zhao Ziheng, was somewhat puzzled. Not to mention why Wang Ye chose to separate at this time, he was also a little excited to see the people Zhao Ziheng had rescued through this operation. He still remembered Zhao Ziyin's words. What he couldn't figure out was what kind of mentality Zhao Ziheng had for this operation? In fact, Wu Yao couldn't say that he knew Yinyin. They had only met. He didn't think that Yinyin had any place that was worth Zhao Ziheng's desperate efforts. He couldn't understand Zhao Ziyin's evaluation of Yinyin's position in Zhao Ziheng's heart. He felt that he seemed to be able to find the answer this time, not only because of the significance of this operation, but also because he re-examined it after learning everything from Zhao Ziyin.
Wu Yao suddenly tightened his grip on the sword, it was not that he failed to see anything from Zhao Ziheng's behavior, on the contrary, it was because he felt it that he did not become a little nervous. Wu Yao had never seen Zhao Ziheng in this situation before. To be honest, it was not absolute. The only time was when they were in Weicheng. Wu Yao still clearly remembered the sincerity and nervousness Zhao Ziheng showed at that time, just like now; at this time, Wu Yao realized that Zhao Ziheng's nervousness was not groundless. On the contrary, once Zhao Ziheng had this kind of reaction, it was not difficult to see the importance of it. Such an emotional side turned out to belong to only one person. ...For some reason, Wu Yao felt that Zhao Ziheng, who was able to have an emotional side, was more real. In the past, when Zhao Ziheng faced various government affairs and wars, Wu Yao felt that Zhao Ziheng was too calm, as calm as a bystander, but the results were always surprising and unreal. Wu Yao had wondered whether Zhao Ziheng would really have the same attitude towards everything and would not show emotions for anything, but he was wrong, and perhaps he discovered too late. Once Zhao Ziheng's inner thoughts were touched, he would reveal his truest emotions, and the person who made Zhao Ziheng have such emotions was a person!
Looking at the back of Zhao Ziheng walking in front of him, Wu Yao suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. He still remembered Zhao Ziheng's injuries clearly. If it were an ordinary person, he would be tortured to the point of being unable to move even if he didn't die. However, Zhao Ziheng was able to move as usual. Was it because of Wang Ye's excellent medical skills? No, even Wu Yao could feel that the reason why Zhao Ziheng could keep moving forward like this was because there was some kind of mental power supporting him. Wu Yao was sure that as long as that mental power relaxed, Zhao Ziheng would definitely fall.
On the roof of a certain house, there was a white figure, with white clothes fluttering in the wind. He still looked otherworldly and was still holding the white folding fan in his hand. The position he was standing in seemed to be the highest in the valley, from where he could have a panoramic view of the entire valley. He looked calm and composed and seemed to have no intention of moving at all. Behind him, there was a white figure kneeling on one knee, with a very respectful attitude.
"Can't find it?" Feng Qinghan asked calmly.
"I'm very sorry." The man in white replied. Not only his attitude but also his tone was very respectful.
Feng Qinghan remained silent. He had no intention of blaming the man in white. On the contrary, he seemed to have anticipated this result.
After a moment, Feng Qinghan asked again: "Where is Canfeng?"
"This..." The man in white stopped talking, as if he had something to hide.
Just as the man in white was hesitating about how to start, Feng Qinghan's voice sounded again, and he said: "Can't find it either?"
"Yes, yes!" The man in white was stunned by Feng Qinghan's sudden words. Even though he was a member of the 'White Wolf', he was very afraid of Feng Qinghan who possessed great power. Compared with the ordinary members of the Wind Wolf, they could be said to know Feng Qinghan better, so every word and action of Feng Qinghan could make them shudder, because no one knew whether they would lose their lives in the next moment because of ignoring a small word or action of Feng Qinghan.
Not only Feng Lang, but also Bai Lang, have a fear of Feng Qinghan that has accumulated over the years and cannot be explained in a few words. All they have to pay attention to is to always pay attention to Feng Qinghan's words and deeds. If they want to live longer, after all, Feng Qinghan is not someone else. There is never a shortage of talented people around him . On the contrary, what is least lacking in any era and any place is fools.
However, this time Feng Qinghan ignored his subordinates' fear and panic. He was immersed in his own world of thought. He had been separated from Zhao Ziheng since , and acted according to his own ideas. It's just that the results so far have not been satisfactory to him. But despite this, he doesn't seem to be angry. Relatively speaking, it seems that the results of all this are within his expectations?
"Where is the ghost?" Feng Qinghan asked again.
The man in white fell silent when asked this question, because he had nothing to say.
"Hmph!" Feng Qinghan snorted, as if he had already expected this result. The silence of the man in white was the best answer. It should be said that he was very sensible, because Feng Qinghan did not need to hear the same answer for the third time, otherwise there was no guarantee of what he would do after hearing it.
