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Chapter 166: Lao You is being hunted! Xiao Youdeng, have you found the person? (Subscribe)
The middle-aged man fiddled with his phone, quietly spying on the visitor's actions, and kept switching the screen.

He arrived more than half a month earlier than Shen Le and his team, and had already set up various surveillance facilities in the village, including dozens of cameras.

At this time, you can sit at home and see guests checking in, seeing guests going out, and knocking on doors to ask something.

Unfortunately, he didn't install cameras in the villagers' homes, so he couldn't hear what the visitor was saying or what he was asking the villagers...

"It's such a small village. Apart from the postman, courier, and people who collect mountain products, there are only a few outsiders who come here in a year." The middle-aged man flipped through the screen on his phone with a serious look in his eyes:
"First, the falcon demon came. A few days after the falcon demon escaped, another one came. This is definitely not a coincidence. Should we report it to the mountain king immediately?"

He switched to the dial interface, paused, and switched back. The signal in the mountains was not very good, especially where the mountain king was, the signal was even worse -

A 1,500-year-old demon, with demonic energy, originally had the power to distort reality. If the mountain king didn't deliberately restrain himself, the phone around him and in his lair would definitely not be able to get through.

To contact him, one can only call his subordinates, such as the wolf demon who died before, or the lame old fox who has been favored by the mountain king recently.

However, if I call them, at least half of my credit will be taken away by them!
Or should we wait a while?
First, find out the true strength of the person coming. If you can capture him, then capture him. If you can follow the clues to find the falcon monster, then capture the falcon monster as well?
Once we capture it, we can get more credit in front of the mountain king and get more rewards?
Even if he is a ghost, he can have more space to move freely in the human world and enjoy the human atmosphere more!

He stood up and walked into the inner room, took out the 565mm from under the bed, loaded the bullets, and turned on the safety. He raised the gun to his shoulder, tried to aim, and then put it down:

No, let’s report it first. If you can’t catch it, the credit will be small at best;

If he doesn't report it first, the tiger will think he is betraying his master, and the punishment will be...

The middle-aged man hesitated and switched the interface back and forth several times before finally making up his mind.

He pressed the dial button and watched the phone vibrate continuously. Just as the signal was about to be connected, there was a sudden "pop" and the phone exploded!

"Fuck me!"

The middle-aged man cursed. His phone is not a Samsung!
It’s not some weird brand!
He didn't charge his phone while talking on the phone, and he didn't even replace the battery because it was too old!
Why did it explode suddenly?

In this small village, the cell phones are broken, and it’s hard to even buy new ones…

Not to mention, everyone now uses mobile payment, and his only mobile phone exploded. He wanted to leave the village, but he couldn't buy a ticket or book a hotel. He couldn't move!

Oh, by the way, my cell phone blew up, did the SIM card also blew up? There is no service center in the village, do I have to go to the town to get a replacement?
I don’t have money to buy a bus ticket—I can’t go to town to buy a new phone card—I can’t use the phone I bought—I can’t buy a bus ticket to go to town…

Was he using some witchcraft to trick the landlord into helping him buy a new phone?

Or did he use some witchcraft to steal the landlord's phone and his identity as well?
The middle-aged man was hesitating when there were three polite knocks at the door. Then, the door was kicked open and a large silver-white net covered his head.

"who!!!"

Who are you!

How dare you hurt me!
I am the tiger's servant. If anything happens to me, the tiger will know immediately!
A series of thoughts ran through his mind. He wanted to roar, but no sound came out.

The silver-white net fell, and black air rose from his body. He couldn't help but curl up, kneel down, and tremble. He looked at his skin cracking and black blood flowing from his hands...

"It's a dead man indeed!" He vaguely heard someone talking a few steps away:

"You say, did he just realize he was dead now, or did he lose his original form and finally die?"

I am dead?
The middle-aged man looked at his hands blankly, his mind was blank. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and saw two people standing in front of him, leaning over and staring at him:

The one who was closer was a short-haired sturdy man with a red nose that was very eye-catching. He was holding a forked stick in his hand and was poking him through the silver-white net;
The one far away is a pretty boy, leaning sideways, with half of his face sticking out from behind the burly man. He takes a look, grabs his phone to take a photo, looks down and is not satisfied, so he takes another photo:
"How did he die?"

The silver-white net rose a little bit, wrapped around him, and forced him to stand up. The middle-aged man staggered, stood up straight, and took a look at his whole body:

There was a huge hole in the stomach, and it was empty inside, with nothing inside.
The left and right thighs were only blackened bones with a little bit of residual flesh. I don't know how they supported the upper half of the body.

As for the head...the head...

The middle-aged man raised his hand and touched it. He found that his entire cervical vertebrae were broken. His head drooped in front of his chest. He had to use both hands to support it to stand up.

When you put your hands on it, you can feel huge gaps. Each triangular gap is so deep and long that you can't fill it with a finger...

Yes, I am...dead...bitten to death by a tiger...I went into the mountains to look for wild ginseng, but I got lost and was eaten by a tiger...

The soul was captured by the tiger and turned into a ghost. It attached itself to the remaining flesh that it had eaten, and relied on the tiger's strength to support its activities, doing things for the tiger, and for the tiger... seducing living people and monsters into the mountains...

He laughed miserably, and black air gurgled out of the wounds on his body.

The rising black gas touched the silver-white net, making a crackling explosion and soon disappeared. The long-lost pain surged up like a tide, like a ferocious tiger pounced on him and bit him. His cheek twitched in pain, but he managed to raise his head and look at the opposite side:

"My name is Liu Dexi, and I'm from Erdaohe Village, Xiao'an Township, Xiquan Town, HH City... My wife is Liang Wenxia, and we have a son named Erdan..."

The black gas on his body became more and more, and his voice became softer and softer. By the end, only the teeth could be seen moving up and down, and no sound could be heard.

Shen Le sighed, and tried to take a photo of the man through the electric fence. He opened the notebook and quickly recorded it. After he finished recording, he asked anxiously:
“Have you ever seen a peregrine falcon before?”

"Where did it go?"

"How far did you chase it? Where did it fly to? Do you have a rough idea of its range?"

"Are there any other monsters trying to catch it?"

Liu Dexi was speechless and nodded his head with difficulty, black blood continued to flow from his eye sockets. Old Lu sighed and pulled Shen Le:
"Can you let go of your magic weapon for a bit? Its power is almost exhausted... Please relax a bit, I will try to get him to say a few more words..."

"Qingdeng, open the net a little wider, just don't let it escape." Shen Le whispered in his heart. The silver-white net flew up and expanded outward. Half a meter, one meter, two meters...

It passed gently over Lao Lu, causing no harm, except for making the hair on his leather vest stand up.
Then it stuck to the windows and doorways, filling the entire room, blocking only Shen Le outside the electric circle.

Old Lu looked at the large silver net with envy, rummaged in his waistcoat, and took out a puppet, bells, paints, colored ropes and various other things.

He placed the puppet upright on the table, painted several strokes on it with paint, tied it up with colored ropes, and then held the puppet up and slowly approached Liu Dexi.

While shaking the bell and singing a ballad that Shen Le couldn't understand, he walked up to Liu Dexi, dipped the black blood flowing from his body, and drew on the puppet...

Apart from changing direction and raising his phone to take a video, Shen Le couldn't help in any other way.

Old Lu sang and danced, making himself covered in sweat. Finally, he drew out a wisp of black air from Liu Dexi and sank it into the puppet.

With a loud crash, Liu Dexi collapsed and broke into seventeen or eighteen pieces. His skull, covered with rotten flesh, rolled a few times and finally rolled under the table.

Old Lu wiped his sweat, stood up shakily, and continued to recite to the puppet. After a long while, he turned his head and looked at Shen Le:
"I asked him clearly. He said that he lured Lao You here and injured him. After he was injured, he saw it fly southwest. He didn't know how far it flew, and he couldn't catch up...

The tiger's subordinates were searching for him, but they couldn't find him. The tiger's subordinates didn't have any bird monsters, so they could only rely on wild animals to find him.

We searched the area within fifty miles southwest of the village, but found nothing."

"Where's the secret realm?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of him... He is just a ghost, occasionally released by the mountain king. The mountain king did not order him to search for the secret realm..."

Shen Le sighed deeply. He squatted down and looked down at the broken bones and rotten flesh, his expression gloomy:
"Let's call the police. We have to send him back home... Until he dies, he will remember that his family is waiting for him..."

Old Lu nodded silently. He went to collect the remains himself and called the police, or reported to the special affairs department, asking them to send someone to collect the remains.

Then, through the relationship with the special affairs department, ask them to lock on Lao You's mobile phone number and be ready to locate him at any time.

Shen Le returned to his room and sat down. He patted the little doll and the small oil lamp:

"You did a great job just now! Thank you for your hard work! Qingdeng, do you have enough electricity? Do you need another big meal?"

[That's enough! No problem! I just consumed only a little bit!]

Silver-white light flew up in front of Shen Le's eyes, interweaving and transforming into a silver-white palm. The thumb and index finger were close together, leaving only an extremely tiny gap in between that was invisible if you didn't pay attention:
“It’s only this small!”

"Very good, very good." Shen Le smiled. He touched the lampshade of the small oil lamp encouragingly:
"I'm going to call Lao You now. Get ready and see if you can sense Lao You's phone! Three, two, one!"

The phone rang for four or five times before it was connected. On the other end of the phone, Lao You spoke in a hurried and suppressed voice, almost panicking:
"Boss, don't come over here! Don't come over here! There are monsters chasing me, they are getting closer and closer! They are getting closer - I'm dead!!!"

The screen dimmed instantly. Shen Le turned his head to look at the small oil lamp, full of hope:

"Qingdeng, have you found it?"

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