For The Ten-Year Appointment, We, The Fans, Went To Changbai Mountain

Alas, it just happened that there was no black gold ancient sword around.

Song Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the door of his house. He squatted with his legs spread apart to gather strength, ready to dodge the incoming attack at any time.

At the same time, Song Chen's eyes were scanning the surroundings at high speed, looking for existences emitting Yin Qi.

Put your right thumb to your mouth, ready to bite it at any time.

There is no way, for the incorporeal Yin Qi, the only thing Song Chen can use currently is the Qilin blood in his body.

Therefore, Rong Chen was always ready to bite his own finger.

"Oh, you should always bring your own blood."

Song Chen regrets it now. He obviously had this idea in the ancient tomb at that time, so why didn't he implement it after he came out?

As a result, now I have to bite my finger again, and since I am not summoning a psychic beast, it will still hurt if I bite it.

"Huh? No reaction?"

Song Chen, who was standing there, was in a stalemate with Yin Qi not far away for two or three minutes, and noticed that Yin Qi did not actively show any harmful behavior, and there were no other beings around him.

"The yin energy left behind by lingering at the door?"

Song Chen walked carefully to the door of his home and stood in the cloud of yin to feel it himself.

"Isn't this a thousand-year-old demon? I have to kneel down when Uncle Ninth comes."

Staying in the cold Yin Qi, goose bumps formed on the surface of Song Chen's skin, which made Song Chen couldn't help but start rubbing his arms up and down.

"You will need to use Qilin blood to dispel these yin energies later, otherwise they will always pile up at the door. I'm afraid I won't...

Song Chen, who kept mumbling, opened the door.

Phew~~~

A yin energy far beyond the entrance came towards Song Chen's shop, so strong that it even blew Song Chen's hair back.

However, while Song Chen felt the extra cold outside his body, he also smelled two faint fragrances.

One is Song Chen's very comfortable Jiang Yueqing scent, but the unfamiliar fragrance makes Song Chen's scalp tingle.

There is no other, because this fragrance is tightly combined with the Yin Qi from the inside out.

"Oops!"

The moment Song Chen almost smelled the two scents, he burst into the room at full speed.

The Yin Qi at the door, the more terrifying Yin Qi inside the house, and the body fragrance belonging to Jiang Yueqing.

Song Chen didn't even have to think about it, knowing that Jiang Mingqing was in a very dangerous situation now.

Regardless of the primary question of whether he could defeat the opponent, Song Chen instinctively rushed forward and arrived at the living room in two steps.

However, nothing has changed here except the normal furniture.

There is just a large amount of Yin Qi that can almost be materialized, and a piece of white paper placed quietly on the coffee table.

"Auntie, auntie! Jiang Yueqing!!"

Song Chen kept shouting a few words in the room, listening to the movement around him and making sure there was no sound.

Song Chen took the initiative to walk to the coffee table, holding his thumb in his right hand, and picked up the white paper on the coffee table with his left hand.

What strikes the eye is a letter with beautiful handwriting like that of a lady.

Looking at the writing and text, Song Chen roughly judged that it was written in the early Ming Dynasty.

"I'm going to(????), he's not really a thousand-year-old ghost, is he?"

Just holding the paper on which the other party wrote the words, Song Chen felt that his fingers were about to freeze. Fortunately, the Qilin in his body was encouraged by the Qilin tattoo.

The Qilin blood in his body began to stir rapidly in his body. Drive away the chill that invades Song Chen's fingertips.

Then, Song Chen began to read the letter carefully.

"Tsk, what kind of classical Chinese text and some ancient poems are introduced, it just makes it more difficult for me to read."

Although Song Chen was very laborious to read, he finally translated it with a wealth of knowledge.

After excluding those embellishments and complicated classical Chinese, the letter can be summarized in a few simple sentences.

"Zhang Qiling, your woman is already in my hands. If you want her to be safe and sound, go to Loulan Ancient Country to get something for me. As for what it is, you will naturally know it when you get there."

Fold the yin-filled letter in your hand in half and throw it into the box where the ancient black gold sword is stored.

"It can't be wasted. This thing can be thrown out as a hidden weapon when the time comes. Most people can't handle the yin energy inside it.

After closing the black gold ancient knife box again, Song Chen sat down and began to think about what the other party meant.

Why do you want to call me Zhang Qiling? Why do you want me to go to Guloulan? And you don’t even explain to me what to take!

"When you dispatch a commission, can't you describe the mission props more clearly? What kind of Riddler do you think you are!"

Song Chen scratched his head irritably, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Yueqing's number.

Song Chen didn't fully believe what the other party said. What if the other party didn't kidnap Jiang Yueqing at all?

0......Please give me flowers......

"Beep, beep, I'm sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Sorry..."

Listening to the unanswered phone call, Song Chen became even more irritable.

"What kind of kidnapping are you doing? What an old routine! Do you dare to do something new? No one will watch the movie like this!"

Keeping complaining about the other party's behavior, Song Chen controlled the phone to switch to the dialing interface.

Toot, toot.

After pressing three numbers, Song Chen dialed the phone and the call was quickly connected.

Hey, you need to call the police, my wife... No, she was kidnapped!"

After a few minutes of careful narration, Song Chen hung up the phone after receiving a clear and serious reply from the police station.

Song Chen sat on the sofa with his head lowered. After a while, Song Chen's shoulders began to shake slowly.

"Hmph hey, hey hey hey!"

Some crazy laughter came from the mouth of Song Chen who lowered his head.

Snapped!

Song Chen slapped the table in front of him hard, his eyes flashing crimson and shouted.

"Although I don't know if it's the wild ghost that escaped from Li, you underestimate the 21st century! I don't believe you have the ability to take away Jiang Yueqing, a living person, under the cameras all over the street!"

"If you dare to kidnap a national director-level figure, I think you lack the education under the red flag!"

Then, Song Chen started his preparations.

Polishing the ancient black gold knife, he used a blood drawer to take out some Kirin blood and stored it inside the glass capsule.

While preparing to find the ghost that kidnapped Jiang Yue, give this bastard a set of Kirin Blood Slash to exorcise demons.

Send him directly back to his hometown!

Let this thousand-year-old ghost return to hell and reunite with her parents!

However, two days later.

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

Song Chen's expression stiffened when he received the call from the police station, although the police officer opposite kept comforting Song Chen and told him not to worry.

However, Song Chen still learned that the police station had found no trace of the other party at all, and still used the city's surveillance.

well…"

Sighing, Song Chen had no choice but to give up waiting, took out his cell phone, found a phone number and called it.

Toot, toot.

"Hello? Is this Professor Zhang?"