77: Little Taoist Priest, are you sure you are telling fortunes and not performing shaman rituals?

"Thank you, Young Master Zhou, thank you, Young Master Feng!"

The rescued girls expressed their gratitude to the two.

Both of them waved their hands.

Feng Jingming had the bodyguard put Qi Meng and the other girls into the car first, then looked at Zhou Yang.

Next, it was time to deal with these kidnappers.

"How should these kidnappers be dealt with?"

Feng Jingming asked.

"On this point, why don't we learn from my brother!"

Zhang Xiao grinned, "Brother's favorite thing is... sink into the river!"

Feng Jingming: "..."

Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, you're a cultivator, aren't you?

Why do you like to sink people into the river at the slightest disagreement?

"Wait a moment, aren't they trying to smuggle people?"

"Wait for people from the other side to arrive, then take them all down!"

"And, I've asked Shen Xueling to handle these people."

"After all, we don't have Uncle Yang's experienced way of sinking people into the river..."

"What if they float up and cause trouble for the Law Enforcers?"

Zhou Yang said with a chuckle, "Uncle Yang is truly experienced. I heard he's been sinking people for over twenty years, and not a single body has floated up."

Zhang Xiao: "Of course, that's my brother!"

Even if his Daoist magic is gone, Brother can definitely find other methods to replace it, to suppress bodies for generations.

Feng Jingming: "..."

Brother Zhou, please don't talk about abiding by the law in front of me from now on.

Look at yourself, do you have even a shred of law-abidingness?

"No, you can't kill us!"

A man, seemingly the leader of the kidnappers, shouted urgently.

"I can see that you're here for the girl named Qi Meng..."

"But, we didn't kidnap her!"

"She was delivered to us by others!"

"The Song Family, do you know the Song Family?"

"The Song Family of Huadu!"

The kidnapper leader yelled, "That's a family worth hundreds of billions!"

Zhou Yang and Feng Jingming were stunned.

Wasn't Mengmeng kidnapped by these kidnappers?

How could she be involved with the Song Family of Huadu?

"When I did the fortune-telling earlier, it was indeed so."

Zhang Xiao nodded, "I calculated that Qi Meng's bloodline is connected to Huadu!"

"It seems that Qi Meng has some blood relation with the Song Family of Huadu!"

Zhang Xiao said with interest, "That's quite interesting."

Feng Jingming: How could she be related to the Song Family of Huadu?

Qi Meng's mother is here, and her father passed away long ago.

Could it be that Qi Meng's mother is related to the Song Family?

But her mother's surname isn't Song!

"You're scared after hearing about the Song Family, aren't you?"

The kidnapper leader howled, "Let me go quickly, otherwise, I'll..."

"Shut up, my Feng Family isn't afraid of his Song Family!"

Feng Jingming kicked the kidnapper leader.

"I'm from the Zhou Family, the Magic City!"

Zhou Yang kicked him again.

Kidnapper leader: "???"

The Feng Family?

That Feng Family worth hundreds of billions?

The Zhou Family?

Could it be the richest Zhou Family in Modu (Magic City)?

The kidnapper leader was dumbfounded.

"Let me ask!"

Zhou Yang squatted down, pressing his pistol directly against the kidnapper leader's head, "I ask, you answer. What is the relationship between the Song Family and Qi Meng?"

The kidnapper leader swallowed, "I don't know, it's just that two bodyguard from the Song Family brought this girl here."

"If you don't even know this, what good are you to me?"

Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes.

"Zhou Yang, actually I can calculate it!"

Zhang Xiao said cautiously.

Zhou Yang: "..."

Oh right, you can calculate it!

Then forget it... "sink into the river!"

Zhou Yang stood up and kicked the kidnapper.

Kidnapper leader: "????"

No no no, I think I'm still useful!

Fortune-telling and such are all fake, all lies.

"Alright, then you calculate it!"

Zhou Yang looked at Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao scratched his head, "Can we do it after we go home?"

"To figure out the whole story, I'll have to set up an altar and perform a ritual, right?"

Zhang Xiao smiled.

"Useless!"

Zhou Yang rolled his eyes, "Other fortune tellers just pinch their fingers and know five hundred years in the past and five hundred years in the future..."

"Brother, read fewer novels. Do you think seeing through fate is that simple?"

Zhang Xiao's expression was hard to describe.

Usually, calculations can only give a general idea.

And five hundred years in the past and future... do you think I'm a Great Luo Immortal descended to the mortal world?

"Alright then, let's go home!"

Zhou Yang stretched.

"Zhou Yang, prepare some things for me..."

Zhang Xiao shouted.

"Let Feng Jingming prepare them, after all, it's to help him save someone."

"I'll call Wang Qiang and have him send people to stake out. Feng Jingming, leave a few bodyguard here to help."

Zhou Yang didn't even lift his head, returning to his Bugatti.

He floored the accelerator and sped off, leaving Zhang Xiao with his Er Kang hand gesture.

Zhou Yang, wait!

"Little Celestial Master, why don't I drive you back!"

Feng Jingming said with a smile.

"Alright, thank you for the trouble."

Zhang Xiao nodded.

Feng Jingming called his bodyguard and gave a few instructions.

And so... thirty bodyguard escorted the kidnappers and girls to the Law Enforcement Bureau.

Fifty bodyguard escorted Qi Meng to the hospital to see her mother.

Twenty bodyguard went to buy the things Zhang Xiao needed.

The remaining hundred bodyguard stayed here... waiting for Deputy Director Wang Qiang to arrive with his people, and then they would all wait for the smuggling boat to arrive to catch the people.

Feng Jingming comforted Qi Meng for a few words, then drove Zhang Xiao to the Zhou Family Villa.

Before long, the bodyguard delivered the items, and Zhang Xiao had also set up the ritual altar.

Holding a peach wood sword, he killed a chicken for its blood, mixed it with cinnabar, and began to draw talismans.

Sticky rice jumped like popping candy... On the altar, flames flickered, and strong winds blew in gusts, clearly enhanced with special effects.

Zhou Yang: "Little Fengzi, are you sure Zhang Xiao is fortune-telling?"

Feng Jingming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I feel like a fake Daoist priest is performing a ritual to slay demons and monsters."

Zhou Yang's face twitched twice.

That's right... what's with all this commotion just to tell a fortune?

A shoe flew down from the second floor, directly hitting Zhang Xiao on the head.

"Are you seeing ghosts in the middle of the night, yelling and howling for what?"

Uncle Yang's voice came from the second floor, "If you don't sleep, does that mean Yueyue doesn't sleep either?"

Zhang Xiao's head recoiled.

Am I not communicating with the Heavenly Dao, borrowing the laws of heaven and earth to observe fate?

Although he said that, all the special effects and such disappeared.

Lin Feng's expression was hard to describe as he climbed down from the second floor.

I knew you two went out to find someone earlier.

But... why are you wailing like ghosts and wolves after coming back?

"What's he doing? Performing a shamanic dance? He's not from the Northeast Chuma Immortal lineage, is he?"

Lin Feng looked bewildered.

"Fortune-telling!"

Zhou Yang pulled out a chocolate bar, handed it to Lin Feng, took a bite himself, and then tossed one to Feng Jingming.

Lin Feng broke the chocolate into pieces and threw them into his mouth, "Is this really fortune-telling?"

"It should be..."

Zhou Yang was also a bit unsure, after all, he hadn't cultivated Daoist magic and didn't understand these things.

Buzzing... A green light suddenly flickered around Zhang Xiao, the peach wood sword was stuck at his feet, he sat cross-legged, his fingers twitching as if having a seizure... "Chicken feet!"

Zhou Yang pointed at Zhang Xiao, "Lin Feng, Feng Jingming, look, doesn't it look like chicken feet?"

Lin Feng and Feng Jingming stared blankly at Zhang Xiao's hands, lifting and releasing, lifting and releasing... Hmm, it really did look like chicken feet!

Speaking of which, what has Brother Ji been busy with lately? There's been less news about him.

Zhang Xiao closed his eyes, giving off a feeling of observing the long river of fate.

Before long, he opened his eyes, and his fingers stopped twitching.

"The whole story has been figured out!"

"Qi Meng, she is..."