Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

"Excuse me, are you Agent Tang?"

As soon as he entered the town, a middle-aged man with a somewhat dangerous hairline greeted him, looking at Tang San with a little shock and suspicion. If Tang San guessed correctly, this is Wang Ming, the person in charge here.

"It's me. Are you the person in charge of Wang? I need specific information about the location now."

Tang San nodded, not surprising to Wang Ming's vision. In the tasks of the past few years, countless persons in charge have viewed him in this way. Although he was close to 1.8 meters at the age of fourteen, and the windbreaker he was wearing slightly raised his age, his slightly immature face would still make some people who don't know him feel suspicious.

So Tang San didn't explain that everything in this world speaks with strength. And he is indeed in a hurry, and does not want to delay here for too long.

"Oh... okay, please follow me first."

Although he still didn't believe it, the young man in front of him was the highly ranked Tang San in the archives. After his worldview had been reshaped, he quickly calmed the mood swings in his heart, and meticulously guided Tang San.

After all, this kind of work can be called a life of nine deaths, and a few changes can make him scared for several days, and normal people will not impostor at all. What if it was fake, under such circumstances, he could only pin his hopes on Tang San.

He didn't go directly to the place where the accident happened, but first took Tang San to a small tavern. At the moment the sun just set, it looked a little empty inside, and only an old man lay down in front of the counter and kept talking to his mouth. Fill the wine.

"Old Jell, don't drink it yet."

Walking into the tavern, Wang Ming sniffed the sour smell, looked at the drunk old man drinking in front of him, and patted his forehead with a headache.

First, he smiled apologetically at Tang San, he strode to the side of the counter, patted the table with carelessness, and awakened the old Jer who was holding the wine bottle smirkly.

"Hiccup...I should be...who..."

Old Jie belched his wine, gave Wang Ming a slanted look, took another sip of wine, and muttered, "...you kid...you think you can do it again? Hey...it's not that I hit you, that thing... fundamentally It's not us...the hiccups that these ordinary people can...contact--!"

After another long hiccup, he laughed at Wang Ming, who was smoked by the sour smell. A trace of terror flashed in Old Jyer's eyes, and then said: "Listen... mine, as long as you don't... cause trouble. Nothing will happen..."

As he said, Old Jyer's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his old body slowly snorted on the counter while holding the wine bottle.

"This old man..."

Taking a few steps back in disgust, he reluctantly walked to Tang San's side and said, "My lord, he is the one who discovered the anomaly. He is an old hunter in the mountain. He suddenly ran out of the mountain like crazy a few days ago. This mountain is suddenly alive, so let us not go in if we don't want to die."

After a pause, Wang Ming glanced at Tang San's expression, and after seeing that there was no change, he continued:

"Old Jyer had always been shrewd and capable, and he had a good relationship with the people in the town. Before the adults from the Wuhundian came to the mountains to investigate the coal mine, it was the way he led. Such people suddenly became like this, we are all I'm afraid. But the factory's target is set by Wuhundian, and the factory can't stop."

"Although nothing happened afterwards, Old Jerre's words have some impact. Coupled with the weird incidents that happened on the mainland before, everyone has stayed away from the mountains. Until now, the factory materials are not enough, but everyone is not. Dare to go in, so..."

"I understand, you want me to help you troubleshoot them?" Tang San nodded and exclaimed, "You are doing a good job. If the people on the mainland are as cautious as you, our job will be a lot easier."

"You, what do you mean, we really have a problem here?!"

Seeing Wang Ming whose face was pale, Tang San shook his head helplessly, and said, "Don't scare yourself, everything is still undecided. However, some pollution is not obvious in the early stage. Many locals They will mistakenly believe that everything before is an illusion, lacking due vigilance, leading to disasters."

"Prudent people like you are really rare now."

After listening to Tang San's words, Wang Ming's expression finally improved. He looked at Tang San, then looked at Old Jie who was lying on the counter next to him, and said hesitantly: "So..."

"fine."

Tang San waved his hand, walked over to Old Jie and sat down, without looking back, "You can leave first, I have something to ask this old gentleman."

"So..."

Feeling helpless, Wang Ming nodded awkwardly, and said, "Then I'll take a step first. It's getting late now. After you've inquired, please move to the Fengxuan Hotel next to me. I'll be waiting there. you."

After listening to the sound of Wang Ming's footsteps gradually disappearing, Tang San's gaze was then completely placed on Old Jie's aside.

Old Jyer was wearing clothes made of animal skins. It seemed that he hadn't been cleaned for a long time. In addition to the dirt, there was also a faint smell of fishy noise. However, this dress also matched the Orion in Wang Ming's mouth.

Gently tapping the counter with his fingers, Tang San looked at the sleeping old Jell, and spoke slowly:

"Wang Ming is gone, you don't need to pretend now."

That's right, old Jair didn't fall drunk. Tang San was keenly aware that since the moment he walked into this tavern, Old Jie's eyes had been on himself.

Although this old man looked drunk, but in Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes, his mental body had remained quite sober. He even suspects that he was brought here because Old Jie led Wang Ming to do it.

Sure enough, after Tang awakened at three o'clock, Old Jie's snoring stopped instantly, and he himself got up from the table, and his originally cloudy eyes became sharp and clear, just like an eagle.

At the same time, Tang San also felt a familiar power in Old Jie's body.

"Soul power? Are you a soul master?!"

"...Yes, although the talent is poor, I am indeed a great soul master."

His body stiffened, but he still did not deny it. Looking at Tang San sitting beside him, the corners of Old Jie's mouth slowly cracked, revealing an ugly smile.

"I was able to find that I was pretending to be asleep, and at the same time I was instantly aware of the movement of the soul power in my body. Young man, I began to believe that you are the legendary Agent Tang."

"Yes?"

Tang San smiled non-committal, and said, "Now, can you tell me everything you know?"