Ruan Qi¡¯s speculation made Bai Li take a breath of air.
"Hiss¡ªmental power control?! There shouldn't be many ancient warriors who can do such a thing, right? Does Jiang Chunian have that ability?"
¡° Controlling a person through mental power is not something that every ancient warrior can do. He must have strong ancient martial arts strength and very strong mental power.
" But Jiang Chunian was just an ordinary ancient warrior ten years ago. At that time, it was impossible for him to control his mind.
But, it¡¯s only been ten years, how could he grow to this point?
"This is unscientific!" Bai Li concluded decisively based on his experience of living for tens of thousands of years, "He must have practiced evil arts, otherwise he would not have progressed so fast! Qi Yatou, you can't fight with him today. This kid If you act in a crooked way, you will most likely suffer a loss!"
People who practice evil arts have vicious moves that orthodox ancient warriors cannot guard against.
Ruan Qi also knew that today was not a good time to take action, so she nodded and said: "I won't take action today. When he goes to the arms show tomorrow, it won't be too late for me to take action."
No matter how good you are at practicing evil arts, you can't escape the attack of hot weapons.
There are too few great masters in this world who are as invulnerable as Xi Jiu.
¡°Moreover, even Xi Jiu will be forced to break through the defense and be injured when faced with enough hot weapons.
Jiang Chunian can never be more powerful than Xi Jiu.
Ruan Qi hid outside the window and discussed with Bai Li about Jiang's practice of sorcery in the early years. At this time, in the study, Old Hawke had already stood up from the chair with stiff limbs.
"Father, it's time for you to sleep. Go back to your room." Demon Hawk said to Old Hawk with a smile. Old Hawk walked out of the study step by step as if the machine had received the instruction.
Jiang Chunian also stood up from the sofa at this time, "It's time for me to go back."
Demon Hawk immediately showed a flattering smile, bent slightly and said respectfully to Jiang Chunian: "Mr. Jiang, tomorrow's arms show"
"I will go with you." Jiang Chunian adjusted his sleeves gracefully and said slowly, "By the way, have you found the person I asked you to investigate?"
Demon Hawk: "We are investigating. There will be news in the next few days."
Jiang Chunian said ¡®hmm¡¯, turned around and left.
"Who did Jiang Chunian ask Demon Hawk to investigate?" Bai Li asked curiously.
Ruan Qi shook his head.
There is no one in the study room, and it is futile to stay here any longer. Ruan Qi rolled over several times and climbed back to the roof of the main building. Mo Lan and He Ma, who were guarding the top, quickly caught her.
¡°I¡¯ve heard everything that needs to be heard, Sister Lan, Uncle Hema, let¡¯s go back.¡±
The time limit for Baili to shield the security system is forty minutes, half an hour has passed now, and there are only ten minutes left before the security system returns to normal.
Ruan Qi and Mo Lan Hema quickly jumped down from the main building, followed the path they came from, skillfully dodged several waves of bodyguards, and ran toward the manor gate with a ghostly figure.
Suddenly, a weak moan drifted into Ruan Qi's ears along the wind.
Ruan Qi paused for a moment, and before she could react, another moan floated over.
Ruan Qi stopped.
"Sister Lan, Uncle He Ma, did you hear anything?" she asked uncertainly.
He Ma nodded expressionlessly, raised his hand and pointed to the right: "The sound came from over there."
The direction He Ma pointed to was an abandoned tower in Hawke Manor. The outer wall of the tower has been mottled by years of wind and rain, and is covered with moss. The door on the first floor has also been sealed with seals.
How could such a tower, which had been abandoned for many years, emit groaning sounds?
Ruan Qi was puzzled. She raised her head and was about to take a look at the tower, but she saw a horrifying scene¡ª¡ª
On the attic at the top of the tower, a black figure seemed to be dragging a ghost on the ground, climbing towards the balcony railing at an extremely slow speed.
He crawled very slowly, and every step seemed to use up all his strength. And his crawling movements were also very strange. The two arms wrapped around the balcony railing looked like aliens.
Such a picture looks really impressive in this quiet manor at night.
Fortunately, Ruan Qi is an ancient warrior and has an extremely long sight range, so he can clearly see that the crawling person is not a ghost, but a living person.
She stared at the man who was more terrifying than a ghost for a while, and then suddenly said: "What does Haman, the eldest son of the Hawke family, look like?"
Mo Lan immediately called up Hamandemon's photo on her phone.
Ruan Qi glanced at the photo, then raised her head and looked at the man hanging on the balcony railing.
She said ¡®tsk¡¯.
"We went shopping tonight and gained so much!"
Who would have thought?
The elegant and steady noble son Harman Hawke, the eldest son of Old Hawke and the future heir of the Hawke family who has been accepted by the upper class, is actually imprisoned in an abandoned tower as miserable as a ghost.
If this news is sold to the media, she should be able to make a lot of money, right?
Ruan Xiaoqi felt confused in her heart, then tightened her backpack and walked towards the tower.
He Ma and Mo Lan followed closely behind.
The three of them walked to the foot of the tower, and Ruan Qi took out a rope from his backpack.
"I'll go up there, Sister Lan, Uncle Hema, you guys can help me look out below."
After the little girl finished speaking, she threw the rope upwards hard, then grabbed the rope with both hands and climbed up like a swallow.
At this time, in the attic at the top of the tower, Harmanhawk was struggling to climb on the balcony railing, trying to make a sound to ask for help.
But he hasn¡¯t had any water for several days, and his throat has become dry and hoarse, and he can only make slight moans.
Harmanhawk felt extremely desperate.
He never dreamed that after living smoothly for decades, his father would give up on him and be locked up in an attic where no one cared about him.
And the reason why his father gave up on him was ridiculous. It was actually for his unlearned third brother Demong!
Harmanhawk feels that all his filial piety for more than forty years has gone to waste!
There was so much hatred in his heart that he gritted his teeth and tried to hold on to the railing to stand up.
However, the pain in his broken arms and legs was unbearable. Harmanhawk only stood firm for half a second before he was turned into a quail by reality.
He couldn't hold on to the railing and had no legs to support him, so his whole body fell out of the railing.
The attic of the tower is at least twenty meters above the ground. With his current physical condition, if he fell, he would surely die.
Harmanhawk closed his eyes in despair and began to wait for death.
The pain and fall that could be imagined did not come.
As soon as he fell from the railing, he felt his neck tighten and his collar was lifted by a strong force.
"Tsk," a soft girl's voice sounded above his head, "jump off the building when you can't think about it. Mr. Harman, is your heart made of crystal?"
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