Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

Before the old scholar walked far, someone knocked on the door. I looked over and saw that Li Da Kui and Gao Tian Liang were lying on the bed. They were probably asleep, after all, they didn't get enough rest last night.

"Who is it?"

Mo Lan and I were discussing what to do next downstairs when the door rang.

"It shouldn't be our people." Mo Lan gestured to me.

I nodded.

Then I carefully picked up a knife behind the door, put it behind me, and asked, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The man at the door seemed to hesitate for a while, and I could still see the shadow of the door frame constantly wandering, seeming to be very anxious.

"Is Mr. Liu here? Emergency." The man rubbed his hands and said outside, "My wife is about to give birth, and I want Mr. Liu to go and see her. Now, are you free? Please go there."

"Sir, he is not feeling well."

I hurriedly said, "Take him to the hospital now."

I wanted to send this man away quickly.

"Bang."

I didn't expect the door to be pushed open directly. The man walked in hurriedly, and then he stumbled and fell to the ground in a panic. He got up after a long time and looked around. "Where is Mr. Liu?"

The Mr. Liu he mentioned was naturally the old scholar.

"He is sick and resting."

I replied, "Send him to the hospital."

At this moment, he looked around and didn't seem so anxious. This man was in his thirties, wearing a woolen coat, almost wrapping his entire neck in the clothes, only revealing one eye and half of his face.

"Then...it's okay."

After saying that, this man went out calmly.

"Quick, close the door."

Mo Lan said on the side, this man...

"Squeak..."

Where did the rat come from?

It would not be surprising if there were rats in an ordinary room, but there was definitely no rat in this gentleman's house. He had a lot of medicinal materials that could not be contaminated in any way, so the rats and cockroaches were almost extinct.

"Swoosh."

Mo Lan threw a dagger and nailed the rat to the ground.

Soon, the rat died.

"It stinks."

I felt very disgusted when I saw that the rat actually emitted a foul smell. Unexpectedly, Mo Lan told me that the rat had actually died a long time ago and was controlled by the poisonous insect. What was killed just now was the poisonous insect, and there was nothing to control the body, so it was extremely smelly and rotted faster.

In other words, the man just now was monitoring our movements.

Mo Lan put the rat into the sewer.

"What should we do now? We can't just sit and wait for death?" I said, "Instead of sitting and waiting for death, why not take the initiative?"

"Okay, now I'm going to monitor the situation at the temple, and I can go in with a legitimate reason. After all, I am also invited to attend the memorial ceremony this time, so it's not too much."

Mo Lan said.

And I will monitor the curator and find out his movements and purpose.

It's not convenient for me to enter and leave the temple because I may be recognized.

That night, we assigned some tasks and prepared to act separately the next morning.

Morning.

The snow stopped in the morning, and workers were cleaning up the blood on the roadside early.

Because the snowflakes overnight had frozen the entire street, so once the car drove on it, it was likely to have problems.

I decided to follow the curator to see what his intentions were.

However, his current residence must not be in the inn, but if you want to find the curator's residence, it is very simple, just monitor those who monitor us at the door. They will definitely report, and we will know when the time comes.

Sure enough, I saw the man eating noodles on the side who seemed to be looking around, but he was always staring at us, so I decided to take this person.

Soon, the man finished eating noodles, and his eyes were still staring at us.

"Hey, be careful."

He was not careful when walking, and was almost hit by a car.

"Damn, watch the road."

He cursed instead. It seemed that this man should be a gangster like a gangster, and he was also a vagrant here. Otherwise, who would do this if they had a job?

I followed him carefully.

The man walked without looking back, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered. Soon he walked into an alley, and then saw an old man sitting on a bench, so he walked over, said something, took some money, and walked away.

It seemed to be a tavern, only selling alcohol, not food.

I walked over and saw the old man's appearance clearly. His cheekbones were prominent and his eyes were bright. He looked like an extraordinary person.

He was busy with his work.

It was a huge gourd, and he was pouring wine into it, but no matter how much was poured in, it was never full, as if the gourd was a bottomless pit, and one bottle after another was poured in.

I shook it, and the gourd was only half full of wine.

It was really strange.

I found a stool, sat down, and said, "Uncle, can this wine be filled up?"

The man didn't answer me, but turned and went to the house inside.