Longevity, Starting From Raising Chickens

Chapter 37 Surveillance

"Using the first volume of the secret art of bone burial as bait and the lower volume as the hook... this Immortal Association has a good plan."

Wang Ba saw through the idea of ​​the Immortal Council in charge of Changchun at a glance.

But he also knew that although this method was simple, the effect was absolutely brutal.

Put yourself in another person's shoes, if the average handyman knows that the Strengthening Sutra cannot be practiced, and then also knows the magic of "The Secret Art of Burial of Bones".

I'm afraid I will definitely pounce on you at all costs.

To use a popular saying in the previous life, this is called conspiracy.

As long as you are still in the Eastern Holy Sect, still a hopeless handyman, and want to embark on the road to longevity, and meet the above three conditions, then you must enter the Immortal Society.

Moreover, I will definitely keep all secrets for this organization.

The key question is, what exactly is this organization planning?

Wang Ba doesn’t know.

But he knew very clearly that the other party was so secretive. At least he had not heard the slightest news in the market, which was enough to explain one point.

The other party has a big plan!

However, no matter what the other party is planning, it has nothing to do with him.

"In fifteen days, I will leave through the tunnel. No matter what plans this immortal has, it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Ba threw the big book in his hand and stuffed it into his arms.

Not thrown away.

Mainly because he felt that if the Strengthening Body Sutra was really ineffective, this "Secret Art of Bone Burial" might be a way out.

After thinking for a while, he still maintained the disguise of Yin Shen's power, and then walked out of the house.

Sure enough, I felt that the power of the Yin God in the Yin God Mansion immediately began to spin rapidly.

Wang Ba couldn't help but cursed secretly and did not return to the house immediately because he was worried that his abnormality would arouse Yu Changchun's vigilance.

He pretended to go out to drink some water, then pretended to be in a hurry, as if he was busy studying the "Secret Art of Burying Bones", and returned to the house.

Sure enough, the rotation of Yin Shen's power stopped again.

Wang Ba's face was extremely ugly.

"What does this mean? Have you been monitoring me? Are you worried that I will go out and report them? You are really cautious."

At this moment, he finally understood why there was no news about them in the city outside.

Obviously, most handymen cannot escape the temptation of "The Secret Art of Burying Bones".

And even if there were, the other party's constant surveillance would be enough to eliminate all hidden dangers.

"In that case, the information about the Immortal Society revealed by Laohou before seems to have been tricked out by me on purpose... It seems that they have been eyeing me for a long time."

Wang Ba suddenly realized that some inconspicuous details in the past were probably the result of the other party's careful arrangements.

"If this is the case, then Niu Yong, the dung bully, and even Deacon Li, may be targeted by them! No, they may even belong to them long ago. This Immortal Society... What do you want? What to do?!”

This question has repeatedly surfaced in Wang Ba's mind.

But Wang Ba immediately threw it out of his mind.

Because even if you know the purpose of the other party, it will not help to solve the immediate problem.

The most important thing right now is how to solve the problem of being monitored by the members of the Immortal Society.

If this problem is not resolved, he may be resolved by the Immortal Society before the day he leaves the sect.

He had no doubt of the possibility.

So right now, in a seemingly normal afternoon, he has quietly encountered the biggest crisis since joining the sect.

One wrong response may lead to immediate death!

"Calm down! Calm down! Phew——"

Wang Ba took a deep breath.

He is no longer the dazed young man who just joined the sect.

The past year of raising chickens, as well as the experience of encountering outer disciples many times, has already tempered his heart much stronger.

After some thought.

He maintained his Yin Shen power again and walked out of the house.

Then, as usual in the afternoon, he picked up the broom and shovel and cleaned the villa.

The only difference is that his speed is very fast.

There was no way to do it, Yu Changchun's monitoring consumed the power of the Yin God extremely, and he didn't want to waste it.

He cleaned a full circle along the villa, put the cleaned chicken manure into a bucket, and moved it outside the villa.

Then he took the broom and went to Mr. Sun's house, seemingly planning to clean it too.

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Ba's expression suddenly darkened.

"The entire villa, except the house, is all under surveillance!"

"Even if I leave Zhuangzi, it will still be the same!"

"I have two guesses."

"First, the other party's surveillance should be from above the villa and looking down, and it should not have the ability to penetrate."

"Second, the other party either monitored the entire villa, or followed my actions and moved. At present, the former is more likely."

"So, under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible to escape from the other party's surveillance without alerting the other party."

Wang Ba frowned.

His eyes inadvertently glanced at the location of the wardrobe in front of him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Huh? Why is this place like this?"

In front of Mr. Sun's house, it was already in a mess.

The original old cabinets were all broken to pieces.

What surprised Wang Ba was that even the old stone bed in Sun's old house was broken into pieces by unknown objects.

However, a few spiritual chickens were still wandering around the house leisurely.

Next to it are several badly deformed chicken cages.

"Jiawu, did you do this?"

Wang Ba was the first to suspect Jia Wu.

After all, compared to other spirit chickens, Jia Wu is smarter and has greater physical strength.

"Huh?"

Jiawu tilted his head and looked at him, his small eyes filled with confusion.

"That's not it."

Wang Ba himself rejected this speculation first. Although Jiawu is a Rank One Middle Grade spirit chicken, in terms of realm, it can be compared with Qi Refining monks.

However, Wang Ba, who is actually very familiar with it, clearly knows that it is still a broiler chicken with no fighting power.

The prerequisite for a so-called broiler chicken is that it cannot be aggressive towards people and has no ability to attack.

A and V fit perfectly.

It is simply impossible for it to be so powerful that it can destroy the stone bed.

After Wang Ba observed carefully, he discovered that the gravel on the Shidunzi bed was covered with sharp and short gouges, which looked like they had been clawed out by humans or animals.

But... what kind of person or beast would come here and do such cruel things to a stone bed?

How much hatred is this?

Enough support?

Who did it?

If this problem is not solved, Wang Ba will have no sense of security at all.

"Could it be that people from the Immortal Society sneaked in here to scare me and did it on purpose?"

"But that doesn't make sense."

Wang Ba thought hard.

The surrounding spiritual chickens seemed to have not seen Wang Ba's arrival.

The three third-generation spiritual chickens that had been hatched for ten days but had grown rapidly after Wang Ba deposited longevity energy all approached him with curious expressions.

The small eyes were filled with a trace of agility and curiosity.

There was even a little hen that jumped on Wang Ba's lap, then backed away, raised its buttocks, and pooped.

Wang was so angry that he slapped it away.

However, although the broiler chicken has no offensive power, its skin is very strong.

The three-generation little hen that had been slapped away stood up as if nothing had happened. It seemed that it thought Wang Ba was playing with it, and then it swung its big butt and jumped back, jumped on Wang Ba's leg, and then The buttocks lifted up, bang, another bubble.

Wang Ba:……

Why is this chicken so mean!

Let me tell you, the new issue of this book is generally updated twice a day, around 10 o'clock in the morning and evening.

(end of this chapter)