The Ninth Secret Bureau

The rainy days in Ningchuan are Chen Xian’s love, because only in this kind of weather can the feeling of this old city become so quiet, as if all the noise and turmoil have disappeared from this world, and the whole person will follow. With this gray sky gradually calming down...

But at this moment Chen Xian is a little tired of this kind of peace. Perhaps he has experienced too much, or he has become a habit of getting along with everyone in recent days. He has gradually become accustomed to living with everyone from his liking to be alone. When going out is also in groups and rarely looks like a person like now...

The car is very quiet.

The road is also very quiet.

In this gray and rainy day, it seems that the world has calmed down.

No amount of people on the street can dispel Chen Xian’s weird feeling of loneliness, just like no one in this world has anything to do with him, hurriedly passing by are strangers with familiar faces, and I am just coming from a foreign land. The strangers, even if they are walking down the street under an umbrella like them, they will feel a sense of incompatibility.

Chen Xian hated this feeling, so he walked faster.

The old liar knew that Chen Xian was coming, so he prepared food in the grocery store early, and finally brought a small bench to sit in front of the store. It seemed a little lonely like an empty nest old man, but it was not true. So lonely, at least looking at him waiting for Chen Xian while smoking a cigarette with Erlang's legs upright.

"Grandpa Ge!"

"Yo, are you here?"

Seeing the familiar figure walking towards him step by step, the old liar hurriedly got up with a cigarette in his mouth, and greeted him with a smile.

"How about Xiao Muhe and others? Why are you alone?"

"They are out of business today, and they said they will come to see you in a few days."

Chen Xian walked to the door of the store and instinctively supported the old man walking towards him. Although he knew that the old man in front of him was the legendary master who was enough to sit on an equal footing with the Secretary of the Secret Service, but...In Chen Xian’s view, the old man The identity of the liar's master is very indifferent, and more of the liar's grandfather who took him to play with him since childhood.

Suddenly being held by Chen Xian, the old liar couldn't help being taken aback, and then he smiled.

The old liar is a very strong person. Anyone who knows him knows this. If someone regards him as an ordinary old man, he will think that you are scolding him, that is, Chen Xian is the only exception.. .....

"Today we have hot pot, you can drink with Grandpa."

"Eh... OK!"

Chen Xian doesn’t like drinking. He has been like this since he was a child, but the old liar, an alcoholic, has been trying to get him to drink with him for ten years. It is undeniable that Chen Xian also sells his face. As long as the old man speaks, Chen Xian will inevitably accompany him. Drink three or five cups, and the same is true today....... The master of Yin City personally cooked a table of hot meals. Chen Xian could see that there were only a few things on the table that he used to serve wine. Except for this side dish, the other dishes are my favorite.

Before discussing business affairs, Chen Xian felt that he had to accompany the old liar to have a good meal.

At the dinner table, the old liar looked very interested. It seemed that he hadn't had a meal so happily in a long time. He was drinking wine and chatting with Chen about Meishan's gossip from beginning to end.

"You went to Meishan in another world?" The old liar took a sip of his wine. It seemed that everything he had said to Chen Xian was in his expectation. His face was full of a successful plan. "Seeing that pool. No?"

"I saw it." Chen Xian nodded, and couldn't help asking with the doubts in his heart, "Master Ge, did you already know that we would cross to that ghost place?"

The old liar gave a hum, beckoned to Chen Xian, and motioned to him to help him take the lighter on the counter.

After he lighted the cigarette and took two sips, the old liar continued.

"Of course I know, because I've been to that place."

Hearing what the old liar said, Chen Xian was not surprised, because he had been thinking about it since he came back from Meishan...this matter has the shadow of the old liar from beginning to end. Will it all be him? Arranged?

This old man should know many things, far more than those things he told himself.

"The blood of the ancient gods in the pond has been absorbed by me, and I seem to be stronger than before." Chen Xian looked at the old liar calmly, his eyes kept rolling on his face.

"It's normal to become stronger." The old liar smiled and nodded, "If there is no ancient blood pool in that place, I won't arrange for you to go there."

The old liar didn't talk like he used to cover up, perhaps because of the Meishan Ancient Blood Pond, the information he was willing to confide with Chen Xian at this moment had become a lot more.

"Is there any connection between the ancient blood pool and me?" Chen Xian's expression was not serious when he asked. On the contrary, there was a kind of leisurely chatting and gossip with the elders in the family. "I seem to be stronger every time I enter the ancient blood pool. , The last time I was in the south of the city..."

"It's best not to tell outsiders about this kind of thing." The old liar took a chopstick and ate the braised pork slowly. Although the tone of his speech was messy and relaxed, there was still a trace of solemnity in his eyes, "This matter. You will be in big trouble if you say it out."

"I know." Chen Xian nodded and replied, "Except for what you saw at the scene...only you know the outside."

"Saw it with my own eyes?" The old liar glanced at Chen Xian and asked curiously, "Where are so many people, are you afraid that they will betray you?"

Chen Xian thought for a while and said, not afraid.

"Your heart is big enough, if I..." the old liar smiled and said jokingly, "Such a thing must be murderous."

After all, the old liar raised his glass and took a sip of the high liquor in the glass slowly.

"I thought your kid couldn't help asking me a bunch of questions, how come I was asking you in the end... There is no sense of accomplishment at all!" the old liar sighed.

"I really want to ask you, but the question is...Would you like to say that after I asked?" Chen Xian asked tentatively.

The old liar thought about it for a while, and replied: "Of course his mother refused to say it!"

"That's it!" Chen Xian looked at him helplessly.

"Actually, I can't blame Grandpa for selling Guanzi...The main thing is not that I alone have the final say...not to mention that Chen Ba, the immortal old man, told us before he left... ..." The old liar sighed, seemingly helpless, "In short, those things are not as simple as you think, listen to Grandpa's advice, don't ask now, there will be some time when you know... "

"Okay, I don't ask, let's eat." Chen Xian smiled, and did not press on to ask anything.

Suddenly, the old liar turned his head and looked aside. It was the suitcase Chen Xian used to carry the saw knife.

"Didn't you say that there is something wrong with this knife? Take it out and let me take a look!"

"good."

At this moment, the suitcase with the saw blade was taken from the old crook. At first, it looked like an antique. But after a simple cleanup, Chen Xian accidentally discovered that the suitcase is extremely practical, even though the hardware inside. I don’t know how many years old it is a real old cultural relic, but it is still very smooth to use, especially after cleaning it, it is as bright as new and completely, and there is no trace left by the years.

The old liar took the meat saw from Chen Xian's hand and played with him familiarly. The expression in his eyes became more and more curious.

"It's weird... it doesn't seem to have changed... but it seems to be more alive than before... it hides a higher level of vitality... .It's like a living weapon..."

"When I came into contact with it, I received some weird messages." Chen Xian took a sip from the wine glass, and said calmly, "It said it was called the elegy of the ancient gods."

Hearing this strange name, the old liar also had a thoughtful expression.

"The Elegy of the Ancient God..."

At this moment, Chen Xian's cell phone rang suddenly.

He took out his cell phone and saw that it was a call from Lu Yisheng.

"Boss!!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Lu Yisheng's voice was crying without tears.

"Your brother from Yisheng was soaked up!!"

Chen Xian pressed his eyebrows, and asked patiently: "If you get caught in the rain, go back and change your clothes... What do you call me for such a trivial matter!? If you want me to drive to pick you up , I promise you will not see the sun the next day."

"......"

Lu Yisheng was silent for a few seconds, and said pitifully.

"Are you not finished yet?"

"It hasn't been two hours since I just came here, you rush a fart!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll go back and change my clothes." Lu Yisheng sighed and said more aggrieved. "If it weren't for Li Laoliu playing with his feet and kicking trees in the street, I wouldn't be caught. It's like this... Boss, go back and help me get revenge!"

"Kick the tree on the street?! Are you two bear kids in the kindergarten?!" Chen Xian was so angry that he couldn't make it clear.

"Isn't that a joke... I'll go back and change my clothes first! Li Laoliu will go out for shopping by himself! Then let's just gather at the snack street!"

"I see, don't rush, we will contact you later."

"I'm not afraid that you will forget... Besides, I like to chat with you, the boss... Or you can chat with me and go back... It's raining and there is no car to pick me up. ...I am lonely and cold..."

"Are you hanging up?! If you don't hang up, I'll come and hang you up!!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"