"Brother …" Suddenly, Qian Luo remembered something, and her eyes reddened. She had been searching for her brother for three years. She had finally found him, but why did he become like that? Free - First Time → 12 Reading Books
It turned out that three years ago, Qian Bing had come to Zhe Province to carry out a secret mission. In the end, they lost contact. These three years, Yan Long had been sending people to search for Qian Bing. Unfortunately, there had been no progress. Just three months ago, Qian Luo received a clue that Qian Bing might be in Zhong Zhou. That was why she came looking for him.
She suddenly saw a note on the bedside table. There was a familiar handwriting on it. I'm sorry, sister. I have something important to do, and I can't return to Long Yan anymore. Qianbin!
Qianbin, who had already left the hotel, lit a cigarette. His expression was still cold, but there was some life in it. For the past three years, his body had been controlled by the Ghost King. His hands were covered in blood. Who knew how many people he had helped the Ghost King kill?
"If I don't kill the Ghost King, how will I have the face to return to the army to see the chief?" Qianbin took a deep drag of the cigarette. He followed the address Zhuo Bufan gave him to find the hotel.
Zhuo Bufan didn't react to Qianbin's arrival. It was as if he knew Qianbin would come and find him. After hearing Qianbin's story, he realized that the Ghost King was the man behind Xu Meili and that Lian Xun was the Ghost King's son.
"Lian Xun didn't die. The Ghost King saved him?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a frown.
Qian Bing said, "Lian Xun had an amulet that was given to him by the Ghost King. It saved his life … Back then, I came to Zhe Province because I was investigating a massacre. I didn't expect to be controlled by the Ghost King."
Hmm, it seems I have underestimated the world. To think that I would finally encounter a cultivator, Zhuo Bufan mumbled to himself. However, there was a hint of a smile on his face.
Qianbin didn't know why he was smiling, but Zhuo Bufan knew that the people in this world had a completely different concept from him. The appearance of another cultivator meant that there were still cultivators on Earth. Even though the other party was his enemy, he didn't feel lonely anymore.
Moreover, if there were really cultivators on Earth, it would be of great help to his future advancement. Also, he wanted to know the reason for the depletion of spiritual energy on Earth.
However, the most important thing now was that the Ghost King's protective talisman could block his magic art. This meant that the other party's strength was at least equal to his, the peak of Qi Refining!
Right now, he was more interested in meeting this Ghost King and helping Lian Shijian wipe out his enemies one by one.
Qianbin hesitated and said, "Mr. Zhuo, thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I don't know how many bad things I would have done under the control of the Ghost King. I want to be with you and kill the Ghost King with my own hands to take revenge."
"You should be at the second level of Covert Power, right? Can you tell me about what happened to you in Flame Dragon? "Zhuo Bufan pondered.
It turned out that Qianbin was in the third batch of members to join Fiery Dragon. At that time, he was one of the best in Fiery Dragon. Moreover, the Fiery Dragon Special Forces had divided the special forces into different levels: low-rank special forces, middle-rank special forces, and high-rank special forces. Finally, he opened the car door. Zhuo Bufan and Lian Shijian sat in the back seat, and Qianbin was in charge of driving. The car was rented from a car rental agency.
"Mr. Zhuo, the place of this transaction is in the 'Wind Spirit Villa' in the Fuling District of Zhongzhou. It is said that a corrupt official built a palace in the Tang Dynasty and kept many canaries for his entertainment. Later, it was closed down. In recent years, the Zhongzhou Antique Trade Fair has been held there." Qianbin opened the window and said while smoking.
Lian Shijian tilted his head and asked suspiciously, "Isn't the Wind Spirit Villa a cultural protection area? Are they holding an antique trade fair there? "
"The antique trade fair is jointly organized by several big families in Zhongzhou, led by Zhou Gaisang. Anyway, it won't damage anything, and the municipal government will just turn a blind eye to it." As he spoke, Qianbin took out three invitation cards from his arms and said, "Mr. Zhuo, I got these yesterday."
Zhuo Bufan knew that the antique trade fair was divided into two parts, the inside and the outside. For the outside, only ordinary invitation cards were needed. Ye Xuan had already helped him get them, but not everyone could get the invitation cards for the inside. Only those famous people in the business world could get the internal invitation cards.
After driving for about an hour and a half, they finally arrived at the Wind Spirit Villa. The villa was halfway up the mountain, so the car could only be parked in the parking lot below. At a glance, the cheapest car was an Audi A6L, and there was no lack of Rolls Royce, Ferrari, Enzo, Lamborghini, and other luxury cars. Perhaps half of the rich people in Zhongzhou were here.
The Wind Spirit Villa was built in the southern garden style. The grass was green, the trees were lush, and there was even a huge natural lake inside. The buildings and halls were carved with flying dragons, and it was majestic. It was unknown how much money the corrupt official had embezzled to be able to spend so much money.
At the entrance of the villa, there were more than ten bodyguards in suits and headphones. They were in charge of checking the identity of the people entering the villa and were responsible for security.
Zhuo Bufan brought Lian Shijian and Qianbin to the front, handed over the invitation cards, and walked in smoothly. The inside was spacious and empty, but there were already many people inside. There were also many people on the ground displaying antiques for trading, which attracted a lot of people to watch.
This should only be the trading outside. The trading was free, there was no guarantee, and one had to bear the risk.
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