Ning Feng'er followed GPS and walked to the door of the residential building, and saw a paralyzed old lady sitting in a wheelchair basking in the sun. She half closed her eyes, and the folds on her face seemed a little cunning against the sun. The untimely domestic waste was already gathered next to her. Even though the weather was cold, there were still mosquitoes and flies surrounding the domestic waste, rustling around them, looking for pitiful food. The food was pitiful because the food these people were already second-hand goods, and the second-hand food was still eaten by these flies. It was really not clean on the road to the underworld.

Therefore, if you have a little bit of conditions at home, even loans or even usury will probably move out. Now, in this lonely residential building, most of the remaining ones are the elderly, the weak, sick and disabled. From the building to the people, everyone is full of lifeless cramps. Ning Fenger asked herself, if she had lived in such a dark and closed place for a long time, she might have suffered from mental illness.

This dormitory-like building, when you walk into it, it is a long corridor with poor lighting. As soon as you enter, it makes people look dark. The cage-like cottage lined up along both sides of the corridor, and there are more than twenty households on one floor. The dense pattern reminds people of one chicken coop. The poor old hens have to endure the stench of archways waiting for death.

Ning Feng'er frowned, her fair skin was incompatible with the dirty environment. She was wearing a cloak today, with a hair collar higher than her neck, which was very warm. She reached her lips and spit out a hot air and inadvertently took out a small blue insect from her arms.

This little insect was a little green who partnered with her to find Han Xier. Now, the little insect that was moving forward in the dark night and had a clear eye for the mirror, it was once again put on the battlefield and rushed forward for MI6.

Before that, Ning Feng'er had never dealt with a gecko. Although she was not afraid of death when she saw a gecko like an ordinary girl, she still shivered instinctively in the face of such a worm that eats people and does not spit bones, especially as she witnessed the collective tragedy on the top of the mountain where the mysterious organization used a gecko to silence the mouth with a gecko like a gecko. She finally realized how much energy was hidden in the body of this little insect.

This was also the first time she had shocked and admired her heart for being able to master the creature called Gu worm. This was no different from licking blood from the knife. If this Gu worm is disobedient one day, she wouldn't know how she died!

Ning Feng'er narrowed her eyes and followed the traces of Xiaoqing's wriggling. The person she was looking for was Miyamoto Kiyoizumi. As for why Long Junchen knew this name, he didn't say it, and Ning Feng'er didn't ask.

Interestingly, the Gu worm is not produced in Japan. It has always been popular in Miaojiang and Southeast Asia in China. Southeast Asia later developed the so-called head-suppressing technique. Miyamoto Kiyoizumi can master the Gu Technique, which can only be a fate of fate. As for whether the ancestors accumulate virtue or the ancestors commit crimes, it is not yet judged. I don’t know whether the green smoke has been burned too much or just right. In short, the Gu worm is both good and evil, but whether it is good or evil depends on the nature of the Gu raising master.

Miyamoto Kiyoizumi lived on the worms for dozens of generations. Their ancestors were originally from Izumo, who came to Chang'an to learn the skills of the Tang Dynasty with the envoys of the Tang Dynasty. They were the first team to come to China from the East. However, the Miyamoto family did not seem to like the authentic craftsmanship of the Tang Dynasty. They did not learn any of them. They were quite interested in the evil ways of witchcraft and were very talented. They stayed in Chang'an for more than ten years and their skills had been honed to perfection.

Ning Feng'er slowly walked up the narrow path, but his heart began to murmur, "Scarce is precious, and there are very few people who master witchcraft in this land of the East. Miyamoto Kiyoizumi has such unique skills, which is definitely a hot commodity, but why do he still live in such a place? According to common sense, he should not be short of money?"

At this time, Xiaoqing stopped outside a porch. Ning Feng'er was slightly stunned. Looking at the closed door, his heart was jumped for no reason. The tragedy that had collectively silenced the mountain top once again lingered in front of her eyes. Ning Feng'er subconsciously swallowed, and Xiaoqing retracted back to Ning Feng'er's feet tactfully. Ning Feng'er licked his lips and hesitated to knock on the door knocker. After a while, the "cat-eye" camera on the door was darker. It was probably someone who looked out carefully behind the door, but there was no movement.

Ning Fenger paused and knocked on the door again. This time, an apprentice opened the door. The apprentice wore a thick cold hat and a knitted wool vest. He dressed up in a normal manner. He politely bowed to Ning Fenger and said that the teacher was in the house.

Ning Feng'er didn't know who the so-called teacher was, but Xiaoqing shouldn't find the wrong place. She hesitated for a moment and stepped in. After entering, she couldn't help but be stunned.

In the whole room, there were no utensils and various strange-shaped insects that Ning Fenger imagined. Some were thrown into the ground full of bamboo, wood, stone, and clay, and there was almost no place to put them on. Various semi-finished copper cups and wood figurines, iron pots and porcelain pillows, piled up into small hills.

On the balcony of that small room, a yellow brick furnace was erected, burning, and a small short man with a tiger back and waist was staring at the kiln with all his attention. Sweat was oozing on the bronze-colored tight muscles, shining brightly under the fire.

Ning Feng'er thought she had gone to the wrong place, rubbed her eyes and confirmed that she was not dreaming. After all, the place where the Gun-raising master she imagined should have various utensils and feeding various insects. The Gun-raising master himself should also be wearing quite mysterious clothes, such as black robe, black sleeves, black pants, black circles, black gloves and black leather shoes, and she wished she would not let her see her face.

But the place she came to today has nothing to do with what she remembers. It seems to be no different from a blacksmith shop. The little dwarf in front of her seems to have nothing to do with the evil ghostly raising Gu master in her fantasy. Fortunately, it is cold today, and with the fire burning, most of the cold air on Ning Feng'er was dispersed.
Chapter completed!